<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908</id><updated>2009-10-12T18:29:44.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlegoddess</title><subtitle type='html'>curvy and crunchy... what more could anyone want?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-626138216349379968</id><published>2008-12-28T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:38:02.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo Comparison...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfVfWhCK6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8ZYuh-drDts/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfVfWhCK6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8ZYuh-drDts/s320/DSC03625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927422339361698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfVMCbMlLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/63YoBh32nNQ/s1600-h/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfVMCbMlLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/63YoBh32nNQ/s320/DSC02462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927090528654514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfUuvXpeiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z7BhzoPE63A/s1600-h/DSC03680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfUuvXpeiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z7BhzoPE63A/s320/DSC03680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284926587197291042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfUuUp8WCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vjuMN8sdoE4/s1600-h/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfUuUp8WCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vjuMN8sdoE4/s320/DSC02557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284926580026267682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After having lost 57 lbs in the last three months through calorie counting (1800 clean good calories per day) I thought a comparison of last year to this year might be nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-626138216349379968?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/626138216349379968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=626138216349379968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/626138216349379968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/626138216349379968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-comparison.html' title='A Photo Comparison...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SVfVfWhCK6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8ZYuh-drDts/s72-c/DSC03625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-1637093506548705185</id><published>2008-07-17T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:21.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frodo the cat  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAmLdG0O6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/uPOIrbGtnh8/s1600-h/frodoface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAmLdG0O6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/uPOIrbGtnh8/s320/frodoface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224217545983409058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAl4FbRJkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mJzWYeIjWpM/s1600-h/frodobody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAl4FbRJkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mJzWYeIjWpM/s320/frodobody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224217213209224770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAll8P94EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r9H_L_PdkfA/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAll8P94EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r9H_L_PdkfA/s320/DSC01454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224216901508259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAlfzbSOKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dX_1EdNyCXw/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAlfzbSOKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dX_1EdNyCXw/s320/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224216796060596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By request ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-1637093506548705185?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/1637093506548705185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=1637093506548705185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/1637093506548705185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/1637093506548705185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/07/frodo-cat.html' title='Frodo the cat  :)'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SIAmLdG0O6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/uPOIrbGtnh8/s72-c/frodoface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-8134708274556629305</id><published>2008-07-08T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:25:35.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew...</title><content type='html'>So I did manage to get every single freaking fracking thing done on my list today.  The littles watched FAR TOO MUCH movies with snacks but hey... it won't kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is very very very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found someone to watch Loki whilst we're gone.  Apparently it does not matter to Mike that we've looked after his fucking cats every single time they've gone away for the last FIVE YEARS.  He's still pissed that I charged him for watching his kids for three days (and feeding them for three days... while I had double pneumonia... on my kids spring break...) AFTER HE TOLD ME HE'D PAY ME GLADLY!  I charged them WAY below going rate too.  And I didn't babysit his dog when they went to Vancouver because Loki had Kennel cough.  So he's mad.  And won't let my dog stay there.  I hope he's not planning a vacation soon and asking us to look after his cats.. &lt;evil&gt;  That's gratitude for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our friend Stacy is going to take him.  He'll get to play with Cyrus for the two weeks and she'll do the raw thing for him while he's there (we'll have it all bagged and ready to go.)  She's an angel.  I really didn't want to take Loki on vacation.  Stressful for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm bathed and off to bed.  K is here at 8 in the morning and I have a busy day for us planned.  Playing outside, a long walk, lots of stories, lots of songs.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-8134708274556629305?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/8134708274556629305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=8134708274556629305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/8134708274556629305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/8134708274556629305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/07/phew.html' title='Phew...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-7037971802363135015</id><published>2008-07-07T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:21:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'> updated...</title><content type='html'>I am just frustrated today.  We've been looking at buying a new van.  We thought for sure today that they'd come back to us with a decent interest rate and that we'd be driving a new van by tomorrow.  Well Jeff's stupid student loans that he made a deal to pay off are STILL ON HIS CREDIT RATING.  But only until september.  So as of september we can get any interest rate that we want.  I want a new van NOW though and think that we should just suck up the one or two months of a $600-650 payment and then re-fi in september to get it down to $500.  It would only cost us about $300 more  than having a good interest rate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff wants to fix the brakes (about $200-300) and it needs new roters) fix the a/c (free) and fix the gas gauge (probably about $100 or so).  We wouldn't get any more for a trade in on the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it works out to costing us about the same amount of money either which way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course Jeff's in meetings and doing training all day and I can't talk to him about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:  I finally got to talk to him and it will be $594 as opposed to $650.  I think we'll go for it.  We're waiting for one more lender to contact the dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clean up day.  I have this day free and then daycare for the rest of the week.  I don't clean when I have kids here (other than put dishes away, clean trays, wipe crumbs, sweep big chunks of things) during the day and there is no time for big cleans at night so days off it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I've cleaned the downstairs... bathroom, swept, litter box, swept laundry room, vaccuumed the entire downstairs, cleaned Loki's craft, cleaned the rec room, done three loads of laundry, went through the shoes, vacuumed all of the landing and carpets, collected all of the garbage, organized K's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to do the upstairs... clean our room (done), bathroom (done), P's room, vacuum (done), sweep (done) and mop (spot washed), dishes, tidy, dust, clean hot spots, clear off fridge, snack plan for the week, sweep deck, clean high chairs, clean windows (done)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way to clone myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-7037971802363135015?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/7037971802363135015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=7037971802363135015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/7037971802363135015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/7037971802363135015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-just-frustrated-today.html' title='&lt;loud sigh&gt; updated...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-1708459540547241221</id><published>2008-07-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:22:34.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-1708459540547241221?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/1708459540547241221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=1708459540547241221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/1708459540547241221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/1708459540547241221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-9200228428677917039</id><published>2008-06-30T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:54:06.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawt</title><content type='html'>It's a hot one!  It's been around 30 for days now... we've had a wonderful long weekend so far.  My sis and niece came in on saturday and then we spent the day at Hixon campground on Sunday.  We ate lots, played lots, swam lots.  I didn't bring a suit but managed to get soaked when Phoenix sat down IN THE RIVER, patted the water next to him and commanded "mama... sit!" so sit I did ;)  In a floor length skirt and tank top ;)  It was SO DELICIOUSLY COOL.  Best time evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the day with my friend Jean and her kids up at her place.  It's so nice to hang out with friends and not ALWAYS have it be at my place!  Phoenix and Alex had not a SINGLE argument (this is normal for them... they never fight... EVER) the girls were all a bit owly but Kylee spent the night last night and she woke them up at 6 freaking am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently tomorrow I'm going out with my sister and mother for a bit and then they are taking LIvy home for a sleep over.  Dawn's spending the night here then.  I have Alex and Kaidence full day on Wednesday.  It will be fun for Phoenix to have someone bigger to play with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to have a nice cool bath.  Then fans and BED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-9200228428677917039?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/9200228428677917039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=9200228428677917039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/9200228428677917039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/9200228428677917039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/06/hawt.html' title='Hawt'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-8507636469115881213</id><published>2008-05-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:21.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new pictures... feelin emo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXutG7Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/BObNuRDI7jw/s1600-h/niceglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXutG7Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/BObNuRDI7jw/s320/niceglasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203327403216700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXuk27Jg-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2Hjfc_DX6l0/s1600-h/sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXuk27Jg-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2Hjfc_DX6l0/s320/sunglasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203327261482779618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXucm7Jg9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1WULW2KhAzU/s1600-h/blueeyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXucm7Jg9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1WULW2KhAzU/s320/blueeyes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203327119748858834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-8507636469115881213?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/8507636469115881213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=8507636469115881213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/8507636469115881213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/8507636469115881213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/05/me.html' title='me...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SDXutG7Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/BObNuRDI7jw/s72-c/niceglasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-388236722594252347</id><published>2008-05-17T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:23.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dogs Dinner</title><content type='html'>We got an assortment of elk, moose, salmon, halibut, beef and what have you from freecycle. About 3 or 4 different people dropped off stuff at various times throughout a week about a month ago. We`ve just been cutting things up as we need them for the past month but I decided to get organized and do the rest (about 30 lbs) all in one go. I cut up everything (roasts, steaks etc.) into portions a little less than a half lb and then bag and tie them all. Then we just pull out what we need when we need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9aHpyRHAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9Dj3ZRSw0Uw/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9aHpyRHAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9Dj3ZRSw0Uw/s320/DSC02912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201475182158486530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All bagged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9aCpyRG_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/VBH7h6BLgvI/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9aCpyRG_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/VBH7h6BLgvI/s320/DSC02913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201475096259140594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9Z7JyRG-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/VgJ8LDCbKmo/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9Z7JyRG-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/VgJ8LDCbKmo/s320/DSC02910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201474967410121698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moose ribs and salmon carnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9Z05yRG9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/MjGK6D8t89Y/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9Z05yRG9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/MjGK6D8t89Y/s320/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201474860035939282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bags of elk, moose etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9Zt5yRG8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1v3yPWBvE-4/s1600-h/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9Zt5yRG8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1v3yPWBvE-4/s320/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201474739776854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon, halibut, elk etc. before being cut and bagged.&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/22742908-388236722594252347?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/388236722594252347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=388236722594252347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/388236722594252347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/388236722594252347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/05/dogs-dinner.html' title='The Dogs Dinner'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/SC9aHpyRHAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9Dj3ZRSw0Uw/s72-c/DSC02912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4045612932770051531</id><published>2008-02-19T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:24.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My clean and decluttered space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A big part of my daily life is minimalizing what I have and finding better ways to organize out "stuff"  These pictures were taken in september and even the changes since then have been amazing (especially in the rec room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uWLxGPpKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5LBPy4tbbN4/s1600-h/DSC02095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uWLxGPpKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5LBPy4tbbN4/s320/DSC02095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168890126240031906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full wall storage shelf system in our rec room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uV-hGPpJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DyQlj-ivv2A/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uV-hGPpJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DyQlj-ivv2A/s320/DSC02087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889898606765202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view down the main hall in the upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVyBGPpII/AAAAAAAAAVk/kpHiulMcgw4/s1600-h/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVyBGPpII/AAAAAAAAAVk/kpHiulMcgw4/s320/DSC02081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889683858400386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very clean and minimal upstairs living room.  No tv/stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVpRGPpHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kd4mYnR9yiw/s1600-h/DSC02079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVpRGPpHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kd4mYnR9yiw/s320/DSC02079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889533534545010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVgBGPpGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/he7GR_P0dH8/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVgBGPpGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/he7GR_P0dH8/s320/DSC02078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889374620755042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yet another view (you can see Phoenix basket of toys there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVWhGPpFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ohYOazsi_0c/s1600-h/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVWhGPpFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ohYOazsi_0c/s320/DSC02074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889211411997778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the kitchen to the entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVNxGPpEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t-aGlb-W3Qw/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVNxGPpEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t-aGlb-W3Qw/s320/DSC02073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889061088142402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of kitchen island... flowers and candle are the only thing on the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVGxGPpDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LBJi9Or4T9o/s1600-h/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uVGxGPpDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LBJi9Or4T9o/s320/DSC02071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168888940829058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of my kitchen from the dining area.  The crockpot normally goes under the oven when not in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These pictures are from September... if anything it got cleaner and more organized from there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4045612932770051531?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4045612932770051531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4045612932770051531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4045612932770051531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4045612932770051531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-clean-and-decluttered-space.html' title='My clean and decluttered space'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R7uWLxGPpKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5LBPy4tbbN4/s72-c/DSC02095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4271845600827033624</id><published>2008-01-29T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:25.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup and girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R6AOmLfRtbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PNOwhmZPaNM/s1600-h/dance+makeup.JPG"&gt;I'm in trouble with they get older ;)&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R6AOmLfRtbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PNOwhmZPaNM/s320/dance+makeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161141222048380338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R6ANj7fRtaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wsPBVSPhuxM/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R6ANj7fRtaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wsPBVSPhuxM/s320/DSC01923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161140083882046882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4271845600827033624?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4271845600827033624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4271845600827033624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4271845600827033624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4271845600827033624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/01/makeup-and-girls.html' title='Makeup and girls...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R6AOmLfRtbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PNOwhmZPaNM/s72-c/dance+makeup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-93360484998869877</id><published>2007-12-24T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:30:06.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I'm so annoyed...</title><content type='html'>I have been battling strep/tonsillitis for a couple of weeks now (coming up on three weeks I guess) and I went back to the clinic yesterday and it's back.  So more antibiotics for me and supposed rest (lol!)  So I get a call from my sister this morning saying she's horribly ill, it's strep (apparently now she's a doctor) and CAN I SHARE MY ANTIBIOTICS WITH HER!  Ummmm... no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I understand that since she no longer lives here she does not have health insurance.  I know she'll have to pay to see a doctor.  I know she'll have to pay to get antibiotics.  I know this.  But I also know that I need MY antibiotics.  They are not going to give me another scrip until this one runs out so that will leave ME needed antibiotics and having to suffer because I can't get any.  Never mind that she just very well might have a virus (there's a bunch going around) that cause sore throats and will not respond to drugs PERIOD.  I am not going to diagnose and prescribe her and that is what I would be doing if I gave her half my antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she hung up on me (real mature) refused to answer the phone when I called back and then when I finally got my mother on the phone, I tried to explain my point and the feeling I got from her is that I was making HER life more difficult because now SHE had to get her to the doctors and "don't I know that she has a lot of stuff to do today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... why why why is it always MY FUCKING FAULT.  Why do they always strive to make ME feel guilty????  Dawn KNEW I was getting over strep.  I made no bones about it.  I also told her that my doctor told me not to share utensils, cough on people or kiss anyone... and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then yesterday my mother moans to me about how are they going to get grandma home Christmas day.  (she's in a wheelchair after having had a stroke) She was about to ask me if Jeff would take her home when I said we were full up.  We're not leaving early so we can take her home.  I asked why THEY could not take her home... "the truck is too tall" ... so use the car?  No... just ask Jeff!  He's the family chauffeur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the drama at Christmas... always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making the pact RIGHT NOW to not take on this guilt.  This is not my fault, it has nothing to do with me.  It is not up to me to make every single persons life easier.  I am not taking ownership of other people's bad moods and attempts to make me feel like shit.  They can own their own energy and karma.  I refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy this Christmas with my family.  I will not let attempts at negativity drag me down.  I do not have to accept the shit that people throw at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-93360484998869877?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/93360484998869877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=93360484998869877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/93360484998869877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/93360484998869877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-im-so-annoyed.html' title='Oh I&apos;m so annoyed...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-7689696534245796417</id><published>2007-12-20T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:17:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yah... whatever...</title><content type='html'>lol!  I'm shaking my head... once again the whole vaccine debate comes up at good ol storknet.  I posted that my littles had the pox and we all got through them... this brought up the debate on how anyone could ever dream of exposing their children to the horribly deadly disease that is the POX!  (duh duh duuuuummmmmm)  Because don't you know that someones aunt best friend's cousins daughter had them and nearly DIED and then their uncle had them and he DID DIE and blah blah blah.  Yes... the chicken pox can do damage... VERY VERY RARELY and I'm willing to bet that not as much damage as that fucking vaccine has caused.  How about this?  How about giving millions of kids a vaccine that will leave them without protection in 10-15 years just in time for them to get them when they are a teenager and CAN be horribly damaged?  Of course people say they'll just get the booster... but not everyone will.  And people that could have earned life long immunity when they were children are now completely fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny... a couple of weeks ago when I posted on my status on facebook that my littles had the pox and I was happy, a woman that I barely know, who added ME, posts rather passive aggressively on HER status "........ ...... is wondering why anyone would want their child to be sick."  How about just WRITING ME and ASKING ME instead of pulling the PA shit that I so enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's only six more days will christmas.  Unreal.  I still having stocking stuffers to buy and wrap!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've watched three episodes of 90210 season three tonight and I am off to shower and hit the hay.  Jeff's downstairs watching star wars... again.  Uggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-7689696534245796417?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/7689696534245796417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=7689696534245796417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/7689696534245796417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/7689696534245796417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-yah-whatever.html' title='Oh yah... whatever...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-2380630148555691375</id><published>2007-12-19T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:26.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is very very creative :)  He designed and made these necklaces for our little ladies Yule presents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpcrExsxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MCaOdIwYn6I/s1600-h/maddynecklace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpcrExsxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MCaOdIwYn6I/s320/maddynecklace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145759990567514898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Madeline's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpX7ExswI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4-GEbfBV5IU/s1600-h/Maddynecklace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpX7ExswI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4-GEbfBV5IU/s320/Maddynecklace1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145759908963136258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpRrExsvI/AAAAAAAAATw/7VhDT9Y9OOs/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpRrExsvI/AAAAAAAAATw/7VhDT9Y9OOs/s320/DSC02480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145759801588953842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olivia's close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpLLExsuI/AAAAAAAAATo/m_fRA_W-doM/s1600-h/livnecklace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpLLExsuI/AAAAAAAAATo/m_fRA_W-doM/s320/livnecklace1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145759689919804130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Olivia's entire necklace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't WAIT till they open them!!!!!&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/22742908-2380630148555691375?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/2380630148555691375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=2380630148555691375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/2380630148555691375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/2380630148555691375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-husband.html' title='My husband...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2lpcrExsxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MCaOdIwYn6I/s72-c/maddynecklace2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-6644288135464452845</id><published>2007-12-18T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:26.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update of sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2jHjbExstI/AAAAAAAAATg/0y_vFWuQVl8/s1600-h/cute-pictures-rainbow-poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2jHjbExstI/AAAAAAAAATg/0y_vFWuQVl8/s200/cute-pictures-rainbow-poop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145581985647932114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just cause... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my issue with not breathing ended up being over a week long battle with evil evil strep.  I'm FINALLY out of pain and that is a very very good thing.  Jeff ended up getting it as well but he got on antibiotics right away.  The kids are all finished the chicken pox as well.  So Goddess willing we should all be well for Yule/santa day celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all done my shopping, decorating and wrapping.  I'm currently folding laundry and watching Star Wars I with Jeff.  I'm tired.  I have to stay up for another hour or so until my bread is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  I had a whole post planned out but I'm too sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-6644288135464452845?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/6644288135464452845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=6644288135464452845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/6644288135464452845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/6644288135464452845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-of-sorts.html' title='update of sorts'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/R2jHjbExstI/AAAAAAAAATg/0y_vFWuQVl8/s72-c/cute-pictures-rainbow-poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4012376508365370187</id><published>2007-12-09T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T06:35:06.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf...</title><content type='html'>seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's six thirty in the morning and other than a two minute doze here or there... I have not been to sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a t-3 (tylenol with codeine) because my kidneys were sore, my back was sore, I was having tons of aches and pains of various sorts... it seemed like the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pills are going away tomorrow.  Far far away.  From about 20 minutes after I took ONE DAMN PILL I suffered a huge huge massive panic attack.  I was so fucking exhausted that I couldn't keep my eyes open but every time I fell asleep I woke up convinced that if I did fall asleep I would die.  Every.  Single.  Time.  So now my bodies trigger to passing out is... to wake itself back up as soon as fucking possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd.  There are no words to explain how incredibly shitty I feel right now.  Oh and to top it all off I have a massive sore throat.  I've been managing my panic/anxiety well for a while but always, right around 16-18 months postpartum... when my hormone levels are reaching normal cause my babes start nursing less this happens.  I attended a course on managing my anxiety and panic the last time and it worked very very well.  I think I need that again.  Or a shrink.  Or something.  Cause I can't live with the mood swings and the feeling of impending doom (which is one of the major signs of a heart attack... nice) and I don't think that my family really wants to live with it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here on the couch in the dark with my laptop... while my dark prince sleeps on the couch across from me.  I tried to go to bed and managed about an hour in my room before I freaked out.  I CANNOT DO THIS AGAIN.  I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this is just codeine induced.  Praying it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  Out of words :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4012376508365370187?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4012376508365370187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4012376508365370187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4012376508365370187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4012376508365370187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/12/wtf.html' title='wtf...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4396216112067853198</id><published>2007-12-07T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:56:04.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pox... round two</title><content type='html'>Both the littles have fevers.  Olivia has a sore throat and no appetite... Phoenix has a cough and runny nose.   My bet is two rounds of spots by tomorrow.  Fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a kidney infection.  I'm sore.  I'm tired.  I need a nap in the worst possible way.  We're going to finish watching Emily Young and then it's bed for all of us.  Diapers need to be switched to the dryer but other than that not much housework is being done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do a grocery list... we're supposed to go visit rose and al tonight and we have a birthday party to go to tomorrow and I think Maddy's supposed to sleep over at my moms.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I am SOOOOOOO TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4396216112067853198?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4396216112067853198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4396216112067853198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4396216112067853198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4396216112067853198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/12/pox-round-two.html' title='The pox... round two'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-7281342545517480452</id><published>2007-11-28T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:39:10.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A POX upon you...</title><content type='html'>Well we knew it had to happen sometime (being that we don't vaccinate for anything, never mind the chicken pox.)  Madeline was complaining of a stomach ache all saturday, Jeff took her to the er that night and they said it was a bladder infection... put her on sulfa drugs.  Fast forward to monday when she appears to have a rash ALL OVER her body.  First culprit?  Sulpha drugs... or... you know... chicken pox.  The clinical diagnosis is the pox and she appears to have a pretty classic case of them.  She's got between 100-200 spots.  They have almost all come to a "head" and are bursting like crazy.  About 2/3's of them have crusted over already.  She was doing really well with them and not scratching (I'm keeping her doped on Benedryl... though it does not dope her, it actually excites her instead) but at about midnight she came upstairs with a forlorn look... "I HATE the chicken spots!!!"  Some cream, Benedry, kisses and water later... she was back in bed and slept through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done all of our school work for the morning.  A science package on Chucky the salmon, two sheets of printing, a journal entry and three worksheets on ordinal numbers.  Yes she's in grade one.  No she's not doing grade one work.  Most of what she's working on is grade two stuff.  The advantages of being in a 1/2 split.  This afternoon we'll work on skip counting, do our home reading program and practice spelling words.  THEN when all of that is done, we'll pop some popcorn, cuddle up on the couch with Olivia and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is colouring Christmas pictures and humming "Jingle bells."  We just ate some strawberry waffles and juice for lunch.  I changed a massively disgusting Phoenix poo and we're good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad for Madeline that she has to miss this week of school.  Thursday the entire school is going to see a live showing of "Annie" and then report card day is Friday.  She also has her ballet exam on Friday but come hell or high water SHE'S GOING.  It should be fine since everything is crusting over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  I'm run down.  We're instituted a chore chart for Jeff and I to keep everything organized.  During the week I'm in charge of most everything except after dinner dishes and maybe one other thing a night (like monday night he had to clean the rec room and last night he was SUPPOSED to clean the two bathrooms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem... he's tired.  He sits on the couch as soon as the kids are in bed and trys to pass out.  Well that's all fine and good but now I HAVE to do his chores... and that was the whole point of HAVING a chore chart... to lessen the burden on me.  So I guess tonight he'll have to clean the bathrooms PLUS whatever he's supposed to do tonight.  My jobs for today are a general tidy, clean my room, laundry and that's about it.  So I guess I'll put away the last load I folded and start some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really feel like doing is curling up on my couch with a blankie, a cup of Chai, a really good book and reading till I fall asleep... and then napping for a good couple of hours.  Instead I'll nurse the baby, feed kids, have a shower, get dressed, tidy up, do some laundry, clean the bedroom, read stories, play cars, spell words out for Olivia, homeschool Madeline, read Phoenix more stories, nurse a bit more, change another diaper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's NEVER  dull moment... never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-7281342545517480452?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/7281342545517480452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=7281342545517480452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/7281342545517480452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/7281342545517480452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/pox-upon-you.html' title='A POX upon you...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-5100807779600916439</id><published>2007-11-21T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:14:21.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone want a best friend?</title><content type='html'>Cause I think I'm free... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends daughter is on house arrest until she potty learns (she's almost five and goes in and out of being completely learned but is currently out) and therefore that means that my best friend is on house arrest.  No play dates, no sleepovers... I guess this means my four year old needs a new best friend as well.  Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is apparently daddy's plan of action on the potty learning front.  *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.  I'm going to miss my friend.  I hope her daughter potty learns for good quickly... although if the last almost three years are any indication I am taking resumes ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-5100807779600916439?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/5100807779600916439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=5100807779600916439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/5100807779600916439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/5100807779600916439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/anyone-want-best-friend.html' title='Anyone want a best friend?'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-6337199535290055899</id><published>2007-11-20T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:41:17.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life... amoung other things...</title><content type='html'>My sister and niece arrived safe and sound from Alabama on Friday morning.  It was SO NICE to see them in person, be able to hug them and feel their energy.  I've missed co-parenting with my sister, knowing someone loves my kids with the intensity that I do and would lay down their life for them.  My kids are her kids and visa versa... it's strange.  I feel like I can leave the room and not have to say "watch my kids kay?" because she already is... she's already there.  She's already in that head space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix took to Dawn in an instant.  He's madly enamored with Kylee and loves to follow her around.  She's such a little "mommy" and watches him, looks after him... wants to be with him.  Between Madeline and Kylee he's very well loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's last chemo went well.  She's very tired and very sore and very much not letting herself sleep and rest... I know that she does not want to miss even a second of the time that Dawn and Kylee are here but she NEEDS TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF!!!  It seems like every single time she does lay down someone is there needing her...  I told Dawn to lay the smack down and when mom is in bed?  She is not to be bothered.  I spoke to mom tonight and she was very grouchy.  Long days make for a grouchy mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has a "friend" that is driving me slowly to the brink.  She loves mom to death, would do anything for her... but has about all the tact of a porcupine.  Some of the recent gems were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(to my grandmother who's had a stroke and is in a nursing home... it was her birthday today and she was cutting her cake)  Oh you cut crooked... just like your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(to my other grandmother, when asking her how she takes her coffee)  Oh... black like your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(to my grandmothers care provider)  Well I hope you washed your hands now that you've had them all over that cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just no tact.  At all.  At any times.  G double Rrrrr I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix ran up to me today and said "nana... PEAS PEAS PEAS!!!!!"  (nurse me, please please please!)  It was adorable!  He usually takes me by the hand, leads me to the bedroom, grabs his blanket, lays down beside me and opens his mouth.  He's not subtle AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline got in trouble for the first time ever at school today.  Apparently she accidentally grabbed a kids lunch kit, he punched her and then she told the teacher.  She left out that she had grabbed his lunch kit.  She lied about it when questioned (she didn't want to get in trouble) but then told the truth.  She got a warning and a note sent home.  She was devastated...  she went to the bathroom at school and bawled, bawled some more at home.  Told me how sorry she was that she lied and that she wants people to trust her and be her friend.  I'm pissed because the OTHER kid just got a warning as well.  He fucking PUNCHED her.  Not even on the same scale.  He showed violent behaviour and I am not impressed.  I will be talking to her teacher tomorrow.  I can almost guarantee that Madeline will never do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wow... this was a rantyish post ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-6337199535290055899?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/6337199535290055899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=6337199535290055899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/6337199535290055899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/6337199535290055899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-amoung-other-things.html' title='life... amoung other things...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-8224890786753751433</id><published>2007-11-13T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:51:08.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>owwwww</title><content type='html'>I fell down the stairs. Holding Phoenix. On to a ceramic tile floor. ON MY KNEE. I hurt so freaking bad. I took 3 advil AND a tylenol 3 and JUST NOW am I starting to feel a bit better (well really zoo'ed but not so pained).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is very red, a bunch of skin missing and quite swollen. I screamed when I tried to walk on it. Phoenix and I layed on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and cried for a while before I crawled up the stairs for the phone. I was on my way to pick up Maddy so thankfully Tammy (a friend who's little girl Emma is in the same class as Mad) could bring her home. I managed to put Phoenix down for a nap (he's fine... I pulled the landing so he'd be okay but managed to hurt myself that much more), get some frozen corn for my knee and now I'm laying on the couch (I AM NOT STUBBORN JEFF!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm heading to the ER when Jeff gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have called Rose or someone to take care of me.  It's unfair to Madeline to have to watch Phoenix while I can't move.  I know if I called Jean she would have come down but that's a long ways to drive.  I don't want to be a burden but FUCK THIS SO FUCKING HURTS!!!!!!!!!!!  I was trying to get up the courage to ask Robyn to stay but they have a friend to help set up some speaker thing so they were already busy with things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll muddle through somehow tomorrow.  Drugs will be my bestest friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-8224890786753751433?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/8224890786753751433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=8224890786753751433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/8224890786753751433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/8224890786753751433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/owwwww.html' title='owwwww'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4047992198539699251</id><published>2007-11-13T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:55:20.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy buy buy!!!</title><content type='html'>http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5118712&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this shop.  Buy these dolls :)  These are all waldorf inspired dolls that are portraits of children from an orphanage in Niger.  100% of the proceeds go towards the orphanage and the children.  Can you think of a better gift for any child (or woman for that matter!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4047992198539699251?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4047992198539699251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4047992198539699251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4047992198539699251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4047992198539699251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/buy-buy-buy.html' title='Buy buy buy!!!'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4092875330689525172</id><published>2007-11-12T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:27:02.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a gray day</title><content type='html'>and I'm feeling grayish to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, my back is sore, I'm tired of telling my girls to be quiet while Phoenix is attempting (for the third time) to have a nap.  I'm tired of not having ANY couples friends to do things with as a family and yet it's totally not my style to say "hey you have kids, we have kids, lets hang" and yet I know that's what needs to be done in order to change this.  I'm tired of not being able to arrange a time to hang out with Jean and her brood.  I'm tired of not driving and therefore stuck to the house unless I can finagle a way to get out.  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like an entire day to do WHAT I WANT.  With no kids.  With none of anything I didn't want around.  With no housework or "mommy mommy mommy", with no dinners to cook and laundry to fold.  And entire day to focus on MYSELF and no one else.  Do these days exist?  Not for me they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like someone to cook me dinner, clean my house, watch my kids, run me a bath and fetch me some wine.  To go with my whine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Suck it up Princess.  Real life awaits and it waits for me.  Constantly.  Annoyingly so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4092875330689525172?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4092875330689525172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4092875330689525172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4092875330689525172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4092875330689525172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-gray-day.html' title='it&apos;s a gray day'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-3628761000335772199</id><published>2007-11-08T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo?  Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNUwsIUt2I/AAAAAAAAATI/wUw2tufvkr4/s1600-h/livpoutylip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNUwsIUt2I/AAAAAAAAATI/wUw2tufvkr4/s320/livpoutylip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130537595961653090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is Olivia at the age of 1 1/2 or so?  But yah... she looks like that today.  And a good portion of most days.  She's emo, moody, acts pms'y.  She's currently laying on the couch on her face ignoring me.  I've snuggled her, joked with her, played with her and she's STILL BEING FUCKING EMO.  OMG.  Why?  This is pretty much a constant state for her over the last year.  Seriously now... do they make antidepressants for four year olds?  I'm considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just informed me that she is bitchy because she does not want to clean her room.  It's not MY room.  I didn't leave a weeks worth of laundry on the floor.  I didn't spread her stuffed animals from one end to the next.  SHE DID.  She is four and a half.  She can clean her damned room herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this little person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNV-8IUt3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/dXk8AmWaiZM/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNV-8IUt3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/dXk8AmWaiZM/s320/DSC02351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130538940286416754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decided to wake me up just after seven am... took a massive dump in his diaper and then stood by my head shoving his blanket on my face pleading "mama, nana PEASE!!!!!!!!!!"  Over and over and over.  I was suffering a codeine hangover (taking it for my cough) and not exactly wanting to be awake and on duty quite so early.  Oh course with a diaper change, nursing and breakfast he is now standing in front of me grooving to "dance baby dance" and dancing he is!  It's cute.  He's cute.  I guess he can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNWw8IUt4I/AAAAAAAAATY/U5agr9wxifo/s1600-h/DSC02310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNWw8IUt4I/AAAAAAAAATY/U5agr9wxifo/s320/DSC02310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130539799279875970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Madeline is at school and therefore cannot annoy me.  That's the great thing about school ;)  This is however an adorable picture.  Note the blue ring around her mouth?  Blue sucker.  You'd think at the age of six that she could figure out how to get the sucker IN her mouth and not AROUND her mouth.  Apparently not.  Also note the adorable puppy on her lap.  That is Ozzy.  My newest nephew ;)   He is a puggalicious pug and I *heart* him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dinner is in the crockpot (baked beans) and I should change Phoenix, get him dressed, check Olivia's room, have a shower, feed Olivia lunch, fold the laundry, vacuum the floors, put more laundry in the washer, let the dog out.................. oh this could go on for a while ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-3628761000335772199?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/3628761000335772199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=3628761000335772199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/3628761000335772199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/3628761000335772199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/emo-why.html' title='Emo?  Why?'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RzNUwsIUt2I/AAAAAAAAATI/wUw2tufvkr4/s72-c/livpoutylip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-6302531976261171737</id><published>2007-11-06T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:34:19.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update...</title><content type='html'>cause my loverly sister asked so nicely for one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is snow on the ground.  Nice, wet, soggy, heavy snow.  It was fluffy for about a nanosecond but it's far too warm to have very good staying power.  So mostly what it's doing is compacting and making things far too slippery on the roads.  Thankfully we were able to purchase and get installed new winter tires on friday; about three hours after the dumpage started to take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about snow... it makes you realize very quickly that your extremely tall six year old outgrew her size 6X snowsuit.  Your four year old is no longer a size 7 boot (and is now in size 10's!).  Your baby needs something warmer than robeez for the -40 weather that is surely to come... and you can't possibly spend another winter wearing just crocs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're now the proud owners of a lovely cream and pink snowsuit (size 8) for Maddy.  Olivia has some snazzy new blue and white boots.  Phoenix has the most teeny darling pair of Olive boots (that he HATES with a passion I have never seen.  We're talking fall to the floor screaming, kicking feet, trying to rip them off of his legs and then when he succeeds?  Chucking them to the other side of the room just as fast and as far as he can.  It's fucking hilarious!)  I also have boots.  Cute, leather and fake furish type boots.  They are warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the upcoming holiday season and due to the new neighborhood we live in ( http://www.getawaybc.com/story.cgi?id=4647&amp;amp;section=5 ) we went lights shopping tonight and ended up with a metric assload of "crystal iced rope lights" which are multicoloured and very pretty!  That combined with our blow up snow globe will have to do for this year.  I imagine we'll collect stuff as the years pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got an eye exam and my eyes have not changed one iota in the last eight years.  I also got fitted for contact lenses and my trial pair should be in this week.  Jeff also made an appointment for his eye exam but yesterday morning woke up with his eyes glued shut... enter... PINK EYE!  Ironically enough he has not had an eye exam in eight years either and has never had pink eye... he makes an appointment?  Gets pink eye.  He's in a world of hurt.  He went to the clinic yesterday and has prescription ointment now.  Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix has been taking Benadryl at night for his allergies/sinus inflammation.  Our doc said to keep him on for the next couple of nights and allow him to get some rest.  He cough was getting so bad that he was awake for most of every single night for 6 weeks.  Poor duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is on her very first sleepover (that she's actually staying at!)  There was a failed attempt earlier this year but she's confident that she'll stay.  Robyn called and the girls are asleep and everything!  It started as a play date at 1:00pm today and turned into a playdate/sleepover and now Robyn is taking her to preschool tomorrow too!  That makes it 26 hours that Liv will not have been home.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline is a source of worry for me.  She's being bullied by a grade two girl.  She takes pleasure in telling Madeline that her colouring is "gross" her shirt is "hideous" and tells everyone who will listen not to play with Maddy.  Good thing that Maddy is friends with almost everyone and no one listens to Eden.  It just pisses me off.  Politics in grade one?  I mean come on!  Maddy is dealing with it fine but we are keeping our ears and eyes on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hey... MY SISTER IS COMING HOME!  They bought their tickets, got their travel documents and my neice and my sister WILL BE HOME NEXT FRIDAY!!!!!!  They are getting to stay for about a month and a half and I have not been happier in about two years ;)  I miss them so freaking much and I can't believe that I have survived without my sister for this long.  We all need her here for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just told Jeff to go do his eyes.  The dog is passed out and needs to go to his crate and the cats need to be fed.  I sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-6302531976261171737?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/6302531976261171737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=6302531976261171737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/6302531976261171737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/6302531976261171737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='An update...'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22742908.post-4537338866833823576</id><published>2007-10-16T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:27.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them be little</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RxRnbL8itZI/AAAAAAAAATA/j6FHezUNTg8/s1600-h/threekidsfloor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RxRnbL8itZI/AAAAAAAAATA/j6FHezUNTg8/s320/threekidsfloor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121832392987948434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this song by Lonestar.  It was part of a photo montage that Madeline's Kindy teacher did at the end of the year... it's good remember that they are just little and they are little only once...  so when they are screaming at 4 am, whining incessantly and generally annoying the living heck out of you... take a deep breath.  Hold them close.  Give them a kiss.... and remember that this too shall pass... and sooner than you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them be Little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute&lt;br /&gt;How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while&lt;br /&gt;Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day&lt;br /&gt;Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Oh just let them be little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so much in one little tender touch&lt;br /&gt;I live for those kisses, prayers and your wishes&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're teaching me things only a child can see&lt;br /&gt;Every night while we're on our knees all I ask is please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while&lt;br /&gt;Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day&lt;br /&gt;Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Oh just let them be little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let them go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while&lt;br /&gt;Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day&lt;br /&gt;Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Oh just let them be little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them be little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22742908-4537338866833823576?l=gentlegoddess.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4537338866833823576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22742908&amp;postID=4537338866833823576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4537338866833823576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22742908/posts/default/4537338866833823576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlegoddess.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-them-be-little.html' title='Let them be little'/><author><name>Frogmorest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00416621714701341963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10416941224206693622'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBiwHRRGId0/RxRnbL8itZI/AAAAAAAAATA/j6FHezUNTg8/s72-c/threekidsfloor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>