<?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-4473911193013373290</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:20:20.920-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='weather'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Brianna'/><category term='Josh'/><title type='text'>Random Apples</title><subtitle type='html'>My mind wanders...a lot.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-1242159444213205820</id><published>2011-12-12T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:24:50.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new obsession</title><content type='html'>I want to...I AM...going to learn how to make these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/S2JokiQOggI/AAAAAAAACKc/-38HfLmVfcc/s800/shiba-sakura1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/S2JokiQOggI/AAAAAAAACKc/-38HfLmVfcc/s320/shiba-sakura1-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://temari-cat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/Szw8KjuCzLI/AAAAAAAACGQ/rJWTirIxWVg/s400/Snow1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/Szw8KjuCzLI/AAAAAAAACGQ/rJWTirIxWVg/s320/Snow1-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://temari-cat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/Sp91TDukL7I/AAAAAAAABbE/HSQiFxrepZI/s800/s-Cosmos5-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/Sp91TDukL7I/AAAAAAAABbE/HSQiFxrepZI/s320/s-Cosmos5-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://temari-cat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They are called Japanese Temari balls and they.are.so.cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-1242159444213205820?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1242159444213205820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-new-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1242159444213205820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1242159444213205820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-new-obsession.html' title='I have a new obsession'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2A7AMKQIOBo/S2JokiQOggI/AAAAAAAACKc/-38HfLmVfcc/s72-c/shiba-sakura1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-4060707922367785234</id><published>2011-12-11T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:48:21.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth blogging about</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...although if you're friends with me on FB, this is already old news.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE GOT A KITTEN!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;And he is a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ijn5RWDxEX8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijn5RWDxEX8?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijn5RWDxEX8?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Sammy, short for Samwise (from LOTR) because Samwise is a heavy name for a 9-week-old kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, completely unrelated news...in case you hadn't noticed, I'm a terrible, terrible blogger. My attention span is just too damn short, I guess, because I think of clever/funny/interesting things all the time during the day , and they're gone by the time I actually get to a computer. BUT I'm going to try and get better by following in the footsteps of my sister-in-law, &lt;a href="http://themarks365days.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;, who is only a few days shy of blogging &lt;i&gt;every day&lt;/i&gt; for an entire year.&amp;nbsp; I haven't decided if I'm going to keep this yawnfest or start over from scratch...what do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-4060707922367785234?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4060707922367785234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-worth-blogging-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4060707922367785234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4060707922367785234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-worth-blogging-about.html' title='Something worth blogging about'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-8969447653365077681</id><published>2011-06-24T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:16:04.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh....</title><content type='html'>(Hey look! I'm not dead. Anyway, as I was saying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you see this???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/261852_241106629248640_139057592786878_974306_5524519_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/261852_241106629248640_139057592786878_974306_5524519_n.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's so...shiny.&amp;nbsp; And girly. And see what it says at the top, there?&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; INAUGURAL&lt;/b&gt;. It's the first one EVER.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, apparently, the Tink in the middle spins.&amp;nbsp; I swoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plus? A bunch of my very favorite internet gals, who I've never had a chance to meet in real life yet, are probably going to do it, too. It'll be like a party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The catch?&amp;nbsp; Oh, not much...just that I'd have to...run. Like...far. 13 miles or something. Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and also there's the small matter of...it's at Disneyland, which is in California. And I'm not. So...plane fare and junk, on top of the registration. 'Spensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But...so shiny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-8969447653365077681?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8969447653365077681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8969447653365077681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8969447653365077681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh....'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-7859269250100959259</id><published>2011-04-12T21:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:30:27.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck Less, Fiona.</title><content type='html'>You may recall, back before I got totally distracted by packing up my house and unpacking it all again, that I had started a new exercise program, involving sit-ups, push-ups and squats, with the end goal of being able to do 200, 100 and 200 of each, respectively. Well, that lasted all of three weeks, but my friend *H* was inspired to start it herself, and she has had awesome results.&amp;nbsp; She added some extra core work and tagged it the Suck Less Program, and at the beginning of April, she initiated a little something she calls the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://365awesomedays.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-suck-less-challenge.html"&gt;Suck Less Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'm a little late to the party (shocking), but I am on board and did a new initial exhaustion tests this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;squats - 40&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit-ups - 30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;push-ups - 10 &lt;i&gt;(girl style. I attempted one "real" push-up, and failed. Spectacularly. I think I nearly dislocated my elbow on the down motion. I will stick with the girl push-ups for a while, thanks.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tricep dips - 5 (the &lt;a href="http://hundredpushups.com/"&gt;hundredpushups.com&lt;/a&gt; guy just added these! Score!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;H's "extra core work" that I alluded to above is to get into this plank position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i2wellness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/plank_position.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://www.i2wellness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/plank_position.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and hold for as long as you can. 25 seconds, a minute - whatever you can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Funny story:&amp;nbsp; You may be more familiar with the version of plank that looks more like the top of a push-up, with arms straight instead of forearms on the floor. Well, when H decided to add plank to the Suck Less Program, she read online that the above format was considered a "modified" version and assumed that (and I quote) "modified = sissy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.so.much. That up there? That's HARD. Way harder than the straight-arm version.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push-up style plank, I can hold for a minute without (too much of) a problem. Forearms down? &lt;b&gt;15 seconds. &lt;/b&gt;My friend H is totally hardcore, and didn't even know it. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be doing the Suck Less Challenge 3 days a week, and on alternating days I'm going to be taking another stab at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch to 5K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; learn-to-run program (the last time I tried, my ankle was still having none of it). I'm determined to make it happen this time, though. I know that Day 1 of the program calls for intervals of 30 seconds running/90(?) seconds walking. If my ankle won't tolerate 30 seconds running right out of the gate, I'll do 15 second intervals. Or 10. Whatever it takes. But I WILL make it cooperate somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks to sucking less...bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwG5KZD39v4/TZs0MdcIW8I/AAAAAAAACMQ/E5GsxURLijg/s320/suck+less+challenge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwG5KZD39v4/TZs0MdcIW8I/AAAAAAAACMQ/E5GsxURLijg/s320/suck+less+challenge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-7859269250100959259?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7859269250100959259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/suck-less-fiona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7859269250100959259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7859269250100959259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/suck-less-fiona.html' title='Suck Less, Fiona.'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwG5KZD39v4/TZs0MdcIW8I/AAAAAAAACMQ/E5GsxURLijg/s72-c/suck+less+challenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3735239031970023815</id><published>2011-03-16T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:21:38.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of hooping video</title><content type='html'>A couple times in the past year I've posted some hoopdance videos that really struck me as amazing (you can check them out again &lt;a href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/letsdoooothe-time-warpagaaaaaain.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/worlds-biggest-hula-hoop.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) - but this...this is a hoop of a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this, and tell me you don't laugh out loud...or at least snicker under your breath.&amp;nbsp; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/8aIV_X4GlY0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aIV_X4GlY0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aIV_X4GlY0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3735239031970023815?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3735239031970023815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/different-kind-of-hooping-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3735239031970023815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3735239031970023815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/different-kind-of-hooping-video.html' title='A different kind of hooping video'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-7222168373516091007</id><published>2011-03-11T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:27:34.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barn Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Part of working for the family business is that you take on duties that you'd NEVER consider doing in a "normal" job. In my case, this means helping out with the least glamorous but most necessary task associated with running a large public boarding stable...cleaning stalls three days a week. (I'll spare you all the gory details...for now...Mwahahahaha. Ha.) Busy hands but idle brain leads to stuff like...this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jostables.com/images/main_barn_3fwv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.jostables.com/images/main_barn_3fwv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to the Stablehand Olympics!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #1: &lt;b&gt;Speed Cleaning&lt;/b&gt;. Speed event. Completely strip and re-bed dirty stall(s).&amp;nbsp; Competitors can elect Sprint (one stall), Middle Distance (5 stalls) and/or Marathon (15 stalls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #2: &lt;b&gt;Team Hay Stacking&lt;/b&gt;. Teams of five members unload 200 bales of hay and stack in the barn. Points awarded for speed and presentation, deducted for excessive chaff dropped on the ground.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZQMg-r4vNBlU6fpWSMVdg7n4Cw4NEDgUAPVg5CfW2agjk5LpG" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.frontrangefrenzy.com/images/hayshed_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.frontrangefrenzy.com/images/hayshed_opt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Event #3: &lt;b&gt;100 Yard Water Bucket Dash&lt;/b&gt;. Speed event. Carry two five-gallon buckets 100 yards, each filled with four gallons of water. Time added for spillage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #4: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;??????&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-7222168373516091007?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7222168373516091007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/barn-olympics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7222168373516091007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7222168373516091007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/barn-olympics.html' title='Barn Olympics'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-8862281445367345884</id><published>2011-02-13T17:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:46:36.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>house house house house house!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We. Have. A. House.&amp;nbsp; I'm about to faint with relief. It's everything  we could have hoped for and then some...it's the only place we'd found  that actually has a TWO car garage!&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pix I "borrowed" from  the Craigslist ad, until I get a chance to take some of my own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMiQIA-58hI/TVhm9xuVoEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Awh751U6wqg/s1600/house+front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMiQIA-58hI/TVhm9xuVoEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Awh751U6wqg/s1600/house+front.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The front...we will be on the right half. Note all the awesome trees (love trees)...and the giant road? That's cause we're on a cul-de-sac.&amp;nbsp; Score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlxAKdJLAcM/TVhm9VCFDyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Vp0g7rmZIBk/s1600/house+basement.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlxAKdJLAcM/TVhm9VCFDyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Vp0g7rmZIBk/s1600/house+basement.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The view when you walk in the front door. Working wood fireplace, not that we'll ever use it. Brianna's room will be directly to the right (before the stairs - with her own 3/4 bath!), nice size family room past the stairs...can't remember if there's a door to the backyard or not? Hope so. Laundry room beyond that, and garage access (did I mention it's a TWO car garage?&amp;nbsp; So happy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probly gonna have to do something about the no-railing on the open side of the stairs. It bugs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XB-kK8Uo6Q/TVhm-JLlPbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZJTioRCCbKc/s1600/house+kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XB-kK8Uo6Q/TVhm-JLlPbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZJTioRCCbKc/s1600/house+kitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All new kitchen!&amp;nbsp; With a breakfast bar! Pretty!&amp;nbsp; Even though I'm generally not a huge fan of light wood, I really dig the grain of the cabinets - hickory, I think the guy said. The only random thing is that when they redid it, (I'm guessing) they opted for more cabinet space and so the fridge is in the dining room (basically right where the photographer is/was standing).&amp;nbsp; It's not a huge inconvenience, it's just...random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture I took when we toured the house last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6DSi75CsCo/TVhp8Ol3gzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ej6vUB20Ccc/s1600/house+living+room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6DSi75CsCo/TVhp8Ol3gzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ej6vUB20Ccc/s320/house+living+room.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Main floor living room. New hardwood or Pergo/laminate, not sure which (don't care, either...it's mostly going to get covered by area rugs as soon as we can afford to buy some). Really nice sized room - enough for the TV console, couch, etc. AND probably the treadmill. Or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The "main" (upper) floor also has the master bedroom, dining room (tile floors - gonna need a rug there, too), a pretty nice full bath and the smaller second (Josh's) bedroom. And a deck!&amp;nbsp; And apparently there's a fire pit in the backyard, somewhere under all the snow.&amp;nbsp; Walking/biking trail right across the back boundary of the property, and we're only about 3 miles from my grandparent's house on Lake Minnetonka. Guess where we're going to be hanging out all summer??&amp;nbsp; :oD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm SO excited. In case you couldn't tell.&amp;nbsp; &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/4473911193013373290-8862281445367345884?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8862281445367345884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-house-house-house-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8862281445367345884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8862281445367345884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-house-house-house-house.html' title='house house house house house!!!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMiQIA-58hI/TVhm9xuVoEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Awh751U6wqg/s72-c/house+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-4674530178157259013</id><published>2011-02-03T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:49:43.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1. I think I mentioned, briefly, that I plan to return to school in September, which I'm super stoked about. Due to the fact that I'm in the middle of rehabbing an old student loan, I was under the impression that I couldn't apply for new financial aid until the rehab was complete in April, which is why I settled on Fall. However, I found out that I'm actually eligible after 6 months of payments which is...&lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;. Which means I could theoretically start back as soon as the Spring trimester in April. Exciting!!&amp;nbsp; But...The application deadline is in three weeks, and I still have to convince UOP to release my transcript, AND I'd be applying for 2010-11 aid instead of 2011-12 aid, which at this late date may or may not net me enough to cover all of my tuition, AND there's the whole issue of changing permanent addresses smack in the middle of all this. Which makes me think maybe I should stick with Plan A.&amp;nbsp; Or I could put my nose to the grindstone (who comes up with these expressions?) and MAKE IT HAPPEN....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've started a new exercise program! You may or may not have ever heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/"&gt;Hundred Pushups&lt;/a&gt; challenge, which is exactly what it sounds like - it's a FREE, online 6-week program that takes you from being able to do zero pushups to 100 in a row. The pushups program was so popular that the guy also created programs for doing &lt;a href="http://www.twohundredsitups.com/"&gt;200 sit-ups&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twohundredsquats.com/"&gt;200 squats&lt;/a&gt;. Put these three together, and you've got yourself a pretty comprehensive, full-body workout that takes, eh, about 30 minutes three times a week.&amp;nbsp; I really really like it because it's super basic - no gym membership, not even any equipment, just time and a little bit of floor - and also because there's a concrete, tangible goal that you're working toward. I also really want to add &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/index.shtml"&gt;Couch to 5K&lt;/a&gt; to my plan, but my ankle doesn't like running yet...I really need to get on the phone with my PT and find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know I had a third thing, but it's lost now. So instead, I'm going to link you to my friend Heather's fundraiser. Heather's daughter, Gabby, was &lt;a href="http://365awesomedays.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-something-sure-hell-aint-right.html"&gt;diagnosed with leukemia&lt;/a&gt; on January 1st, and addition to being a wife, employee, and mom to two other girls, she's also running in the Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation's Cinco de Mayo Half Marathon. Her personal fundraising goal is $2000 (at the moment - she's already halfway there!). Please, take a minute to read Gabby's story, and if the spirit moves you, you can &lt;a href="http://pcrf-kids.org.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=437204&amp;amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae437204=C9A5323577674559A4F87F62BEDF8787&amp;amp;supId=320559568&amp;amp;emaillogid=4225195609"&gt;donate here&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-4674530178157259013?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4674530178157259013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-things-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4674530178157259013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4674530178157259013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-1027722114002316270</id><published>2011-01-29T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:25:09.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Picture Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is just a random train of thought I had while driving home yesterday...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally for school picture day I insist on approving Brianna's outfit and doing her hair, but this year I forgot to put it on the calendar, and she was off to school before I was even out of bed (blush).&amp;nbsp; Either I got very lucky and her hair was cooperating, or some kind teacher took pity on her, because her picture turned out great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TUQxPAwmYHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BO-_RPd2uqs/s1600/DSCN1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TUQxPAwmYHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BO-_RPd2uqs/s320/DSCN1851.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that got me thinking...wouldn't it be hilarious if schools had you turn in your picture order form at the beginning of the year, but didn't tell you what day would be picture day?&amp;nbsp; Instead of carefully chosen clothes and perfect hair, everyone would be documented how they truly look on an average school day...ketchup stains, messy hair and all. Maybe it's just me, but I think that would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-1027722114002316270?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1027722114002316270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-picture-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1027722114002316270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1027722114002316270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-picture-day.html' title='School Picture Day'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TUQxPAwmYHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BO-_RPd2uqs/s72-c/DSCN1851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3275556528022377581</id><published>2011-01-24T07:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:51:51.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fionalocks and the Three (Four, Five) Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The bad:&lt;/b&gt; Sunday house hunting was a TOTAL bust. In order of viewing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Waconia house was meh, okay...originally built in 1900 and, while it was in good condition considering its age, the layout was weird and I couldn't really mentally arrange our stuff in it to my satisfaction. More importantly, though - Waconia is really. far. away. from civilization.&amp;nbsp; Like, even farther than we live now. We drove from the house to Ridgedale (where Levi's job is) and OMG. Longest drive ever. I don't think I could handle doing it once a month, much less everyday. And Levi really dislikes driving, anyway. It was also the most expensive, with the highest potential utilities. Bottom of the list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Shakopee apartment. On the plus side, the area seemed nice - lots of conveniences, lots of stuff to do (Valley Fair season pass, anyone?), reasonable commutes for both of us. The people we passed in the hall were very friendly and, y'know, not creepy, so that was nice. Unfortunately, it was TINY.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I realize people raise families in apartments that size everyday, but going from a HOUSE to a space half that size (or less?) is a real shock.&amp;nbsp; Levi and I both agreed we'd go insane within weeks.&amp;nbsp; Also, what is with bedrooms these days?&amp;nbsp; 9x9 is not a bedroom, it's barely a closet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lauderdale house. I was calling this the "east Minneapolis" house but technically I guess it's west St. Paul. We had a little over two hours to kill between Shakopee and this one, so we decided to just do a drive by and see what the neighborhood was like n stuff.&amp;nbsp; We discovered that the house was only&amp;nbsp; a couple miles away from the duplex Levi shared with some other guys for a while in college, AND that it was less than a mile from one of the greatest nerd stores in the area. Score! The house itself looked like it might have some potential..unfortunately again, the inside was a DUMP and the landlord clearly the Original Slumlord.&amp;nbsp; Shudder.&amp;nbsp; What I really wanted was to buy it for like $5, completely gut it and help it live up to its potential.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good: &lt;/b&gt;After a LONG and stressful day of house hunting, I was pretty much certain we were screwed.&amp;nbsp; So...remember how I said I kind of pulled the $1000/month number out of my butt? Well, last night I sat down with my handy-dandy notebook (name that kid's show) and re-analyzed our expenses. I'll spare you the TMI details of our monthly expenditures, but the bottom line is that we should be able to easily swing a payment closer to $1200/month. YAY!&amp;nbsp; This is a much more workable number for where we ACTUALLY want to live.&amp;nbsp; So, back to the online drawing board this week, which is a drag, but at least it's a much more flexible board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3275556528022377581?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3275556528022377581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/fionalocks-and-three-four-five-houses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3275556528022377581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3275556528022377581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/fionalocks-and-three-four-five-houses.html' title='Fionalocks and the Three (Four, Five) Houses'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-5644310558159570785</id><published>2011-01-22T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:47:13.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"house" shopping</title><content type='html'>January has simply flown by, and suddenly we are just about a month away from needing to be out of our house and settled in a new place. I have been spending what feels like every spare minute online, scouring Rent.com and Craigslist for available rentals. I didn't think that finding a place that meets our requirements was going to be this tricky! I don't know which is the bigger hurdle: that we need 3 bedrooms for under $1k/mo (a number I more or less pulled out of my ass) or that our cats aren't declawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at a lovely townhome in Buffalo last weekend; nice sized bedrooms, in-unit laundry (one of the things I'm dreading about an apartment is paying for laundry!), and more cabinet and counter space than our current kitchen.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until we were back in the rental office collecting paperwork that the leasing agent thought to mention that cats need to be declawed. :( Back to the drawing board. And I learned my lesson - that's the first question I ask before I even bother setting up a viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually had better luck with Craigslist than Rent.com this week - we've got three places to look at tomorrow. None are ideally located, but we just can't afford to stay in our current area - if we could spend $1500 on rent, we might as well go back to paying our mortgage. :o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coming up to look at tomorrow we have an apartment in a 4-plex in Shakopee (20 minutes to Levi's new job and 40 minutes to mine) - downside there, no central A/C; we'd have to provide our own window units. The fact that we wouldn't have 600 neighbors is appealing, though.&amp;nbsp; There's a single-family home in Waconia - 15 minutes to my work and 40ish to Levi's. And last but not least, a single-family "cosmetic fixer upper" smack between Mpls and St. Paul...way farther east than I really want to be, but it's CHEAP and at this point I'll look at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not entirely true-I found one place I refuse to live, no matter how good a deal it is.&amp;nbsp; I found a listing on Rent.com for an apartment in Burnsville that sounded AMAZING. Priced right, large rooms, pet-friendly, tons of on-site amenities. Then I Googled "such and such apartments reviews"...holy jeebus.&amp;nbsp; In addition to the comments about the dark hallways, dirty everything, smelly garage and overall lackluster management, apparently the police troll it routinely hoping to bust drug deals, there was at least one stabbing AND a murder-suicide.&amp;nbsp; FAINT.&amp;nbsp; Pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a house to BUY was almost less stressful than this. Then, we only had to worry about finding the right size house at the right price with the right financing that passed all its inspections. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-5644310558159570785?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5644310558159570785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-shopping.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5644310558159570785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5644310558159570785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-shopping.html' title='&quot;house&quot; shopping'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-4320637636811037738</id><published>2011-01-10T19:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:08:59.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be a drug addict.</title><content type='html'>I've been watching LOST on Netflix (stay with me here), and one of the characters, Charlie, is a recovering heroin addict. I don't think I'm giving away major spoilers by sharing that Charlie got hooked by his brother. In one episode I watched a few weeks back, Charlie's brother is begging him for a hit, "just enough to get right." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye. Opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drug of "choice" was caffeine.&amp;nbsp; I know, not what most people think of when they hear "drug addict," but it's the truth. Caffeine is a drug, and I was firmly addicted. I decided to quit drinking caffeinated beverages back in October.&amp;nbsp; Before I cut myself off, I was like every other caffeine junkie I know - I couldn't imagine NOT starting my day without a hit of coffee or skipping my midafternoon Mountain Dew (or three). Without it, I got tired, cranky, headachey - I didn't drink caffeine for some amazing benefit or high, I needed my fix &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;to "get right."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of scary, when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most - possibly all - of my friends probably think I'm crazy. After all, as far as mind/mood-altering substances go, caffeine is pretty darn low on the crazy-highs-and-horrible-side-effects totem pole, and a case can definitely be made that the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why DID I decide to quit?&amp;nbsp; First and foremost, because I dislike being a slave to anything, much less something as inane as a coffee mug or 20-oz bottle. Second, that isht is expensive!&amp;nbsp; Third, I'm trying to lose weight. I was consuming hundreds of empty calories a day in soda, and I *knew* that I would never be able to completely give up Mountain Dew if I didn't eliminate the caffeine crutch first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, it's been...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;totally and completely worth it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sleep better at night - it took a while for me to realize how much better, in fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My body is rediscovering it's natural daily rhythm - I go to bed when I'm tired instead of tossing and turning and waiting impatiently for the caffeine to wear off enough for sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've never considered myself a morning person, and now I'm routinely waking up (refreshed and well rested, even) before the alarm goes off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best of all, I think, is that I no longer get that midafternoon slump. &lt;b&gt;True story.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So...yeah. That's the story of how I used to be a drug addict, and I'm not anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-4320637636811037738?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4320637636811037738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-used-to-be-drug-addict.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4320637636811037738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4320637636811037738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-used-to-be-drug-addict.html' title='I used to be a drug addict.'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2085011091516999291</id><published>2011-01-04T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:56:00.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Bread</title><content type='html'>Apparently, one benefit of habitually cooking 10-15 meals at a time is that you just get generally more comfortable in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Last week we had a couple bananas that were getting "iffy" so I decided to make banana bread. Out came my trusty Betty Crocker cookbook...butter, sugar, eggs, bananas, flour, etc....dump it all in the loaf pan, pop it in the oven.&amp;nbsp; Easy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple hours later Levi gets home from work and the following conversation takes place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Why does it smell good in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I dunno...I made banana bread, is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: You made banana bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Yeah....we had two bananas left and they were getting weird. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: So you just...made bread. In the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: . . . .yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2085011091516999291?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2085011091516999291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/banana-bread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2085011091516999291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2085011091516999291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/banana-bread.html' title='Banana Bread'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-1802423239382699575</id><published>2011-01-01T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:38:37.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm a lousy blogger, I know. I keep coming up with ideas for posts but then getting writer's block when it comes to actually putting words down. I need to jump on the Wordless Wednesday and Three Thing Thursday bandwagons just to develop some consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is EASY, though - what else is there to blog about on January 1 besides looking back at 2010 and ahead to 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was, as Levi put it so well, tumultuous at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We made the very difficult decision to file bankruptcy and walk away from our house. Things have been somewhat rocky financially for several years and we just couldn't keep our heads above water any more. The bank takes possession on February 24th and as of today, we're still not sure where we're going to be instead. To say that we've been spending a lot of mental and emotional energy on this lately is probably the understatement of the year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In May I fell off my horse and broke my ankle - I was super excited to do a lot of riding and even some showing this year and well...THAT went right out the window. I finally started riding again seven months later - almost to the day, in fact. Fortunately all of last year's motivations and goals will easily transfer over to 2011 instead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over the summer I spent several weeks working with a career coach. I came away with a much clearer idea of what I want to be doing, long term...and also the realization that I will need to go back to school in order to get there.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, I also got some great resume and interview advice that should help me nail down a new in-between job while I work on the education part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enough dwelling on the past, though! 2011 is a fresh start, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In October I gave up caffeine (more on that in another post, someday), but I drank a lot of grape soda to compensate for the loss of my beloved Mountain Dew. Starting today, I'm also giving up all soda. I know this is one of the biggest hurdles in my weight loss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I WLL exercise my horse at least 4 days a week. My trainer is in Florida for three months, so it's entirely up to me to keep him in shape both physically and mentally!) so that we're not starting over come April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be more consistent with my hooping practice. I can't wait until winter is over and I can get outside, but I have a great space in my basement that I really should utilize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The job search continues! Thanks to my work with Cindy, I am being much more focused and only applying for jobs where I think I'll have long term success and happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've submitted my application for admission to the St. Kate's Weekend Program for Fall 2011! I really wanted to do the Winter or Spring trimesters rather than waiting until September, but I'm in the middle of rehabbing the student loan I took out in 2008 and I can't apply for new financial aid until that process is complete, so Fall it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but definitely not least, I plan to continue the OAMC cooking we started this fall. I got a little lazy about it in December and boy do I regret it! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-1802423239382699575?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1802423239382699575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1802423239382699575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1802423239382699575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6563559044872509661</id><published>2010-12-09T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:13:06.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TQGMbuykHsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nXfWpAg_jjs/s1600/status.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TQGMbuykHsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nXfWpAg_jjs/s640/status.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-6563559044872509661?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6563559044872509661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6563559044872509661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6563559044872509661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TQGMbuykHsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nXfWpAg_jjs/s72-c/status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3447581576441568667</id><published>2010-11-08T08:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:25:42.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone tell me if you all get bored with my cooking "adventures"</title><content type='html'>So, I switched up my OAMC cooking for November just a little bit, and it reinforced everything I know about myself and why I hate cooking from scratch on a daily basis, and why OAMC is such a good fit for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September and October, I followed the OAMC cookbook's two-week plans almost to the letter, just omitting a recipe or two and adjusting the provided shopping list accordingly.&amp;nbsp; For November, I decided to go "advanced" and cut down one of the one-month cycles by half.&amp;nbsp; This pretty much meant picking my 12-15 recipes and then assembling my own shopping list, recipe by recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped on Friday night, I picked up some missed items on Saturday, and I started cooking on Sunday. I've completed 8 of my 14 recipes and so far I've come up with FIVE ingredients that somehow didn't make it onto my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:facepalm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the magic of Google, I was able to come up with adequate substitutions so that I didn't have to drop everything and run to the store five different times (and once the missing ingredient was nonessential enough that I just left it out) but for some reason, compling a complete and accurate shopping list has been the primary thing that has &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;tripped me up when attempting to do my own meal planning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3447581576441568667?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3447581576441568667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-tell-me-if-you-all-get-bored.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3447581576441568667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3447581576441568667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-tell-me-if-you-all-get-bored.html' title='Someone tell me if you all get bored with my cooking &quot;adventures&quot;'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-302891272388734488</id><published>2010-10-29T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:37:53.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry the pictures aren't better...I still don't know how to use all the settings on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBLufL5GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9yvJi8ruotU/s1600/DSCN1790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBLufL5GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9yvJi8ruotU/s400/DSCN1790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tiny Evil Ninja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBgqC-ycI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fWJy6puEUIw/s1600/DSCN1801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBPzGufOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8g3MvaxnA5I/s1600/DSCN1794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBPzGufOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8g3MvaxnA5I/s400/DSCN1794.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fiona's Cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBUGBiMrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/icxO7p9oCkA/s1600/DSCN1797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBUGBiMrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/icxO7p9oCkA/s400/DSCN1797.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brianna's Fairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBYOpFkZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/egGMyD1evmk/s1600/DSCN1798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBYOpFkZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/egGMyD1evmk/s400/DSCN1798.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Josh's Happy Face (courtesy of mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBcsM5QQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_-I7Cl6ctco/s1600/DSCN1800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBcsM5QQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_-I7Cl6ctco/s400/DSCN1800.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levi's Cityscape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBgqC-ycI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fWJy6puEUIw/s1600/DSCN1801.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBgqC-ycI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fWJy6puEUIw/s400/DSCN1801.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Whole Gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-302891272388734488?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/302891272388734488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/302891272388734488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/302891272388734488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins!!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMuBLufL5GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9yvJi8ruotU/s72-c/DSCN1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-78903858557471102</id><published>2010-10-28T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:42:07.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So like...does this make me a grown-up?</title><content type='html'>I made pot roast for dinner the other night! (yes, one of the OAMC recipes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMn54tPjQjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PsW30edNcnA/s1600/DSCN1784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMn54tPjQjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PsW30edNcnA/s320/DSCN1784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out pretty darn perfect, if I do say so myself. Not that it was hard - throw it in the crock pot before work, take it out after work - but like I've said before, crock pots make me nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the hardest part (have I made this speech before?) was at the grocery store, figuring out which hunk of meat was a "pot roast."&amp;nbsp; Or rather...the right kind of pot roast. There were, like...a half a dozen or more different cuts of beef whose labels all included the words "pot" and "roast." Usually with two or three other descriptives in between.&amp;nbsp; I must have guessed right, though, because the end result was supremely edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My mother is shamed, SHAMED, I tell you, to have raised a daughter who doesn't know how to pick out a pot roast at the grocery store.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-78903858557471102?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/78903858557471102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-likedoes-this-make-me-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/78903858557471102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/78903858557471102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-likedoes-this-make-me-grown-up.html' title='So like...does this make me a grown-up?'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TMn54tPjQjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PsW30edNcnA/s72-c/DSCN1784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-9065436577352970333</id><published>2010-10-19T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:36:26.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Biggest Hula Hoop?</title><content type='html'>This video is kind of long (6 minutes) but some of the tricks she can do with this oversize hoop are AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6QgaSC3dSE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6QgaSC3dSE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-9065436577352970333?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9065436577352970333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/worlds-biggest-hula-hoop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/9065436577352970333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/9065436577352970333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/worlds-biggest-hula-hoop.html' title='World&apos;s Biggest Hula Hoop?'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2364538609505698281</id><published>2010-10-17T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:09:03.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OAMC Review: Upside-Down Fettucini Bake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Okay fine! :D This recipe looked really promising, so I took a leap of faith and doubled it (it didn't make enough to split) and boy am I glad I did!&amp;nbsp; Huge, mongo hit with the whole family.&amp;nbsp; Here's the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Upside Down Fettucini Bake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 lb italian sausage (hot, sweet or mixed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 onion, chopped&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8 oz fettucini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1-14.5 oz can&amp;nbsp; diced tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 tsp dried oregano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 c mozzarella cheese, shredded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 c parmesan cheese, grated, divided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3 eggs, lightly beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 Tbsp melted butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 Tbsp parsley flakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 tsp chopped garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cook fettucini according to package directions. Meanwhile brown sausage in a medium skillet; add onion in last few minutes.&amp;nbsp; Drain excess fat. Add tomatoes and their juice to sausage mixture. Add oregano and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer covered, stirring occasionally, 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stir mozzarella into sausage mixture. Sprinkle in half the parmesan (1/4 c).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mix eggs, remaining parmesan, butter, garlic and parsley in medium bowl. Toss in fettucini until well coated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spread pasta mixture in bottom of 10-inch quiche or round cake pan. Layer sausage mixture on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Freezing instructions: At this point, cover with heavy-duty aluminum foil and freeze.&amp;nbsp; Thaw completely before baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baking instructions: Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until heated through.&amp;nbsp; Cut into wedges and serve.&amp;nbsp; Serves 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;My notes: I'd prefer it with a little more everything - a little more spice, a little more onion. Maybe a can of tomato sauce or pizza sauce. I couldn't find a 10" pan to save my life, so I jammed it into a 9-incher. &amp;nbsp; It *barely* fed the four of us (Josh had a sliver; Levi, Brianna and I devoured the rest). Next time, I'm going to double it and build it in a 9x13 pan instead of the 9" round so that we have lunches. In theory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2364538609505698281?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2364538609505698281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/oamc-review-upside-down-fettucini-bake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2364538609505698281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2364538609505698281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/oamc-review-upside-down-fettucini-bake.html' title='OAMC Review: Upside-Down Fettucini Bake'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TLuWwICcedI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EH2Ll0dMATQ/s72-c/DSCN1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6581184735330050659</id><published>2010-10-09T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:50:39.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Experiment Recap, and Round 2</title><content type='html'>Last night, we polished off the very last meal from September's Once-A-Month-Cooking experiment!  We stretched 12 recipes, 20 meals, over a full month, so...I guess 10 nights of eating out for one reason or another. Levi figures we reduced our food expenses for September by 50% by (mostly) not scrambling for last minute dinners. There were a couple days where we'd forget to pull something out to thaw. :(  Anyway, since all the meals were reasonably edible, we called it a Win and decided to do it again for October. But more about that in a minute. First, here's a quick recap/review of our Round 1 meals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meatball Sub Casserole (2x): This dish went over well with Levi and Brianna, not so much with me. I don't know if it was recipe failure or pilot error, but the bread layer came out...gluey.  Ick.  Thinking this might work better with traditional lasagna noodles or something, if we do it again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy Spaghetti Sauce (2x): This recipe was "easy" because it's base is three family-sized cans of tomato soup. Boring.  And really, really sweet. Not a big hit with my family. There's another, more traditional (there's that word again!) sauce recipe in one of the other menu cycles that I'd like to try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orrechiette with Tuna: We ate this the very first night. It was...all right. I liked it, Brianna and Levi tolerated it. It was actually better as leftovers, hot or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet Mustard Grilled Pork: We ate this one just in the last week. The recipe lists the cooking options as 30 minutes on the grill or 2 hours in the oven. We opted for the grill, but screwed it up, and blackened the outside. Still really, really good! Definitely going to do this one again, and try not to burn it in the future. It would pair really well with fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steak Milanesa: This was basically steak with a garlic-and-cilantro based marinade. Easy, different and good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Naranja (2x): The first time we cooked this, it was awesome. Even the leftovers were good (and leftover chicken can be tricky). The second time, I don't know what happened but the sauce went wonky and congealed in the oven instead of staying...saucy. Still edible, although not as good as the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Dijon (2x): Winner! Came out perfect both times. We had this with stuffing instead of rice and OMG, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQed Chicken Sandwiches (2x): This was our crock pot meal. I discovered crock pots make me nervous. I don't like having food cooking while I'm not home, and I also don't trust it to cook everything (read: the raw chicken) through.  The recipe itself was good, although if you cook it down far enough to not be barbecue soup, there's not nearly as many servings as the recipe indicates  - which is fine, because the count is supposed to be 24 sandwiches. That's a LOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini Cheese Meatloaves: I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay, fine. The meatloaf was a huge failure, and it was all my fault. Instead of two small loaves side by side in a square pan, I just mashed the mixture into one big flat loaf. And I baked it. And the top half was wonderful, and the bottom half was pink (I do *not* understand how people eat rare hamburgers or steak. Gag.). It was only as I was throwing away the inedible leftovers that I realized...I had two disposable foil pans stuck together. Woe is me...no wonder the damn thing didn't cook.  Anyway, the edible part was REALLY good. I love meatloaf anyway, and this version was excellent. Can't wait to try it again. Properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gnocchi with Turkey Ragu (2x): Gnocchi, in case you weren't aware (like me), is kind of like little pasta bullets, except it's made from potatoes. I wasn't particularly thrilled - the texture was weird, and I'm weird about textures. The Ragu (Italian for meat-based sauce - clever, eh?), which I made with ground beef instead of ground turkey, was quite good, though. The second batch, we ate over egg noodles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poppy Seed Chicken (2x): This was probably my favorite recipe out of this whole cycle. Classic baked chicken with cream sauce, with a crunchy breadcrumb-and-poppyseed topping. I think we had this over...rice? Ah...looked it up...wild rice pilaf. A perfect pairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least: Hamburger Salsa Skillet: Good, basic. Not amazing. Needed more salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For October, we opted for another Two Week cycle, again figuring on splitting several of the entree's to stretch it out for close to a month of eating. I shopped on Tuesday afternoon and Levi and I spent Wednesday afternoon doing all the prep and most of the cooking, and I finished the cooking on Thursday afternoon (there are lots of parts of my job I don't like, but can't complain about the hours!).  Here's what we've got on deck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southwestern Egg Casserole (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macaroni with Ham (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upside-Down Fettucini Bake (2 - was supposed to be 1 but looked good enough that I doubled it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken &amp;amp; Dumplings (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Durango (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Scampi (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texas-Style Lasagna (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beef Pot Roast (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teriyaki Hamburgers (2 - again, doubled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;George Romney Meatballs (1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetable Soup with Meatballs (2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We're skipping the Four Seasons Pizza, Coronation Chicken, Lime Grilled Mahi Mahi, and the Black Beans with Jasmine Rice - all which have questionable ingredients.  Will let you know how this batch goes, but based on how everything smelled as it was being cooked and assembled, I think we've got some serious winners.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-6581184735330050659?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6581184735330050659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/cooking-experiment-recap-and-round-2.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6581184735330050659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6581184735330050659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/cooking-experiment-recap-and-round-2.html' title='Cooking Experiment Recap, and Round 2'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-653955068219988029</id><published>2010-09-20T14:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:23:50.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Experiment Part 2: Cooking Day!</title><content type='html'>Grab a drink and put your feet up, this entry is a long one.  First, here's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our menu&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy Spaghetti Sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meatball Sub Casserole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orecchiette with Tuna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet Mustard Grilled Pork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steak Milanesa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Naranja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Dijon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbequed Chicken Sandwiches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini Cheese Meatloaves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gnocchi with Turkey Ragu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poppyseed Chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Craig &amp;amp; Debbie's Easy Fixins" - which I call "Hamburger Salsa Skillet"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I omitted two of the recipes from this two-week cycle: Chicken Italiano, because it contains spinach, to which Levi is allergic, and Tilapia Filets because neither Levi nor I eat fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 1:&lt;/span&gt; Clear your work space of any extraneous decor or appliances.  Assemble your ingredients. (Milk, cheese, meats, etc. are still in the fridge until needed)...Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe5NGyUV8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Dg1dvVRNRNU/s1600/DSCN1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe5NGyUV8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Dg1dvVRNRNU/s400/DSCN1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519083503176931266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple notes on this step: first, since I have the Kindle edition of the cookbook but no Kindle, that's my laptop screen on the right (one nice thing about having the book digitally is that I was able to blow up the font size to make it easy to read from several feet away). Second, I pre-measured the flour, sugar, etc. - anything normally kept in a large, bulky container, so that I didn't have THAT taking up precious counter space as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 2:&lt;/span&gt; Start chopping! As I mentioned, the book guides you neatly through all the steps in assembly-line fashion, so first I chopped all the onions I would need for all the recipes, then the peppers, the celery, etc.  Then, when you start cooking/assembling, the recipes indicate measurements instead of quanties, i.e. one cup of onion rather than 1 onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all my veggies! Aren't they pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe9axCwArI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kwir_Wd_-dc/s1600/DSCN1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe9axCwArI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Kwir_Wd_-dc/s400/DSCN1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519088135904953010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and you see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe91jqsvsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xcP7_3dk8aQ/s1600/DSCN1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe91jqsvsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xcP7_3dk8aQ/s320/DSCN1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519088596170882754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is an entire fruit's worth of freshly grated lemon zest. It took me 20 minutes, at least, because I didn't have the proper tool and had to make do with the extra-fine side of an ordinary grater. And...after I had prepped and stored all 12 of my entrees, it was still sitting there.  I *freaked* and started frantically searching through my recipes to figure out how I had missed it, only to discover...it was for the Tilapia.  That I didn't make.  D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!  Once the veggies are all prepped, you start in on the meats. Which, in this case, mostly meant dividing and cutting up a million raw chicken breasts.  Some you cube, some you cut into strips, a few just needed to be halved. I hate handling raw chicken anyway, so this was definitely my least favorite part of the process.  Bleah.  BUT, I got through it, and moved on to step 3...assembly!  (The process up to this point has taken me about 4 hours. I think I spent about an hour just on the chicken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 3: Cook/assemble/freeze.  If I recall correctly, the meals were assembled pretty much in the order listed above.  The spaghetti sauce had to simmer for a while, so my first completed meal was the Orecchiette with Tuna (side note: orecchiette is a fancy shaped pasta that, at my local grocery store, cost 3X as much as the box of store-brand mini shells.  Guess which I bought?).  For this dish, I had to heat some sauce, veggies and the tuna in a smallish saucepan, then transfer the cooked dish to a quart-size freezer bag.  There is apparently a learning curve to pouring stuff out of a pan, into a plastic bag, because I made a MESS.  Sauce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*everywhere!*&lt;/span&gt; It's okay, though, I was able to scrape most of it off the counter and into the bag anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once I got the tuna debacle cleaned up, the rest of the meals came together pretty smoothly.  Any entree that was designated as serving more than 4, I split and froze as two meals, which in the end gave me not 12, but 20 entrees!  Here's my freezer at about the halfway point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJfydwmYhQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hEcJC7e1rvk/s1600/DSCN1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJfydwmYhQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hEcJC7e1rvk/s400/DSCN1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146461441852674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 entrees, 14 meals.  4 entrees/6 meals to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, I worked from about 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. made it through 10 of the 12 meals, and finished up the last two the next night after the kids went to bed.  Whew!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-653955068219988029?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/653955068219988029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/kitchen-experiment-part-2-cooking-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/653955068219988029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/653955068219988029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/kitchen-experiment-part-2-cooking-day.html' title='Kitchen Experiment Part 2: Cooking Day!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TJe5NGyUV8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Dg1dvVRNRNU/s72-c/DSCN1733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2195124839265771277</id><published>2010-09-19T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:39:33.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Experiment: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Two cooking-related posts in a row?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi and I (and the kids, by default) are trying a kitchen experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi and I are not very imaginative when it comes to menu planning - our weekly table tends to be spaghetti, pizza, mac n cheese, parmesan chicken, spaghetti... - and invariably when I've been motivated to change things up, I fail to have the proper ingredients on hand and either have to run to the store in the middle of cooking, or, more likely, slam cupboards in frustration and run to McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after doing some reading online, we (I) decided to give "once a month cooking" (OAMC) a try.  The basic concept being, you prep a bunch of dinners all at once and stick them in the freezer, so that all you have to do is reheat on the stove, or pop it in the oven/slowcooker/on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reviewing MANY OAMC books on Amazon, I purchased &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Once---Month-Cooking-Family-Favorites/dp/0312534043/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1284933322&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Once A Month Cooking: Family Favorites&lt;/a&gt; (Kindle edition, $10!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61QaZWyD1NL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61QaZWyD1NL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is great for OAMC newbies because it does all the thinking for you - you just pick a  2- or 4-week "menu cycle" and it gives you a complete shopping list, recipes and assembly line-style preparation instructions.  A lot of the other books are more focused on helping you save money shopping by building your own menu around your grocery store's sales, but I didn't feel like doing that much work.  I wanted this to be SIMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the other reasons I picked this particular book is because ALL of the Menu Cycles were available for free download on their website, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.once-a-monthcooking.com&lt;/span&gt;.  I knew that I was going to be cooking stuff that my family would actually eat - or at least try!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipitously, around the first of this month our cupboards were looking pretty bare and we were due for a major shopping trip anyway, so I decided on a menu cycle, cross-checked the pantry and shopping lists against what we actually had on hand, added the miscellaneous household stuff that we always needed (cereal, milk, diapers, etc.), and headed out shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total bill for "Two Week Cycle D" came to just over $130 - at a projected 72 "servings" (the recipes ranged from 4 to 20(!) servings per dish), the per-serving cost was under $2.  I've never paid THAT much attention to how much it costs to cook for my family, but that sounds pretty good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up (with pictures, finally!) - Part 2: OAMC Meal Prep Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2195124839265771277?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2195124839265771277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/kitchen-experiment-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2195124839265771277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2195124839265771277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/kitchen-experiment-part-1.html' title='Kitchen Experiment: Part 1'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-7740831194763681462</id><published>2010-09-19T15:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:33:05.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Peanut Butter Bars</title><content type='html'>I know it sounds crazy for a school lunch menu to contain the "best" anything, but when I was in high school, the cafeteria made the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;peanut butter bars (sidebar: always, always served on Pizza day, for some reason)...and somehow, shortly before graduation, Levi talked the cooks into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving him the recipe&lt;/span&gt;.  I generally remember to make them about once a year, and just made a batch this morning to munch on during the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after keeping it my little secret for more than 10 years...I'm sharing it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 1/3 c flour (that's three-and-one-third)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/3 c sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 c brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Tbsp baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Tbsp baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 jumbo or 3 large eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/3 c shortening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Tbsp vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 c peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Preheat oven to 325.  Spray a 9x13 cake pan (or two, if you have them) with nonstick spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients except flour in a large mixing bowl.  (Personally, I like to use half creamy and half crunchy peanut butter, but I rarely have both on hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in flour, one cup at a time. Mixture will be stiff and almost crumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press half the dough into 9x13 pan. I find it easiest to use my hands. You want to really press the mixture together into a solid sheet, eliminating as many cracks and crumbles as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake in preheated oven 10 minutes - no more. Remove from oven before appearing fully cooked.  Cut into bars with a sharp knife while still warm. Cut slowly, or they'll crumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow to cool before serving.  Cover pan with lid or foil, or transfer to airtight container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes TWO 9x13 pans, 18-24 bars each. Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-7740831194763681462?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7740831194763681462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-favorite-peanut-butter-bars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7740831194763681462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7740831194763681462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-favorite-peanut-butter-bars.html' title='My Favorite Peanut Butter Bars'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6291085320134864532</id><published>2010-08-15T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:41:03.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny for football fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi and I are watching the Vikings game last night. It's the 4th quarter: newly drafted quarterback Joe Webb takes the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentator Mike Mayock: "...like most rookie quarterbacks, Webb has no concept of pass protection yet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (pausing TV): "Okay, explain exactly what he means by 'pass protection.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi: "You know how every play, Peyton Manning is constantly yelling directions to his receivers and line? That's because he can look at the defense and see there's a blitz, there's whatever, et cetera.  That's pass protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webb looks at the defense and thinks, "Hey, there's eleven guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you probably had to be there. But I'm still giggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-6291085320134864532?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6291085320134864532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-for-football-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6291085320134864532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6291085320134864532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-for-football-fans.html' title='A funny for football fans'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-8349779819465162551</id><published>2010-08-05T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:28:39.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job search update</title><content type='html'>The job hunt continues.  It's worth noting, I think, that so far I've gotten rejection letters from about half the companies I've applied to. Of course, no one likes hearing they weren't good enough, but the novelty of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; actually receiving a written communication from a company&lt;/span&gt; despite being eliminated as a candidate - much less a full 50+% of them and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;of those through the US Mail(!!!) - definitely caught my attention. My experience - and that of most every job seeker I've ever known - is that the job search process generally goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send out your resume and personalized cover letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make the appropriate follow-up noises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold your breath for about two weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up on that position after never hearing a peep in reply (unless you make the cut for an interview). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what this reject-letter business means. I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to think it means my resume made it through a leg or two of the consideration process before being trashed...it seems crazy to me that in this economy, with the number of applications each position probably gets, companies are suddenly choosing to MAIL letters to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single&lt;/span&gt; rejected applicant. But I suppose it's just as likely that churning out rejection letters is built right into their computerized resume-scanning process.  :op &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  When Cindy and I discussed the reject letter phenomenon (and the jobs that I assume I've been eliminated from due to not hearing anything), she zeroed in on the truly important question: why am I not making the cut?  We concurred that the biggest hurdle is probably my lack of college degree.  Now, I'm not putting my career-transition plans on hold for 4-5 years or more while I bang out a bachelor's degree - not just no, but Hell No. But Cindy feels, and I agree (and thankfully, Levi also agrees), that if I don't nail down a job - or at least start seeing some positive responses to my resume - in the next month or so, I might get more consideration if I'm at least actively enrolled in a degree program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does a 30-year-old woman with a full-time job, two kids, and a husband who also works full time, find time to go back to school?  Oh, I have a plan, I do...but this entry is already getting long, so I think I'll save that discussion for a future post. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-8349779819465162551?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8349779819465162551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-search-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8349779819465162551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8349779819465162551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-search-update.html' title='Job search update'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6810687886315123479</id><published>2010-07-30T16:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:39:21.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh, done! (Well, nearly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage sale went spectacularly well! We made  more $ than DH would've made by going to work last week, which is all I  was really hoping for on that front, and I think we sold about half our  stuff, including ALL of the large furniture pieces except for the  hide-a-bed.  We got lots of compliments on how well organized everything  was, and on my directional signs (which, sadly, I did not take a  picture of).  I also wish I had taken more before-and-afters of our  setup so I could impress upon you exactly how much crap we were trying  to get rid of (and how much we GOT rid of, LOL!).  And that's not even  taking into consideration the bags and bags and bags and bags and bags  of trash and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mountains &lt;/span&gt;of  cardboard recycling that we cleared out in the two weeks before the  sale. But our friend Ryan dropped by, and snapped some pics with his  phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sea of shoes!&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/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQxmfGbZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lCfsoM7Mucg/s1600/Garage+sale+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQxmfGbZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lCfsoM7Mucg/s320/Garage+sale+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499828383024311698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;household table...and part of the mountain of clothes&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/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQyCTAlkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v-3isEq_1S8/s1600/Garage+sale+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQyCTAlkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v-3isEq_1S8/s320/Garage+sale+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499828390489790018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL of this driveway stuff (except the poor couch) was gone by the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQxXEX7LI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HocXiSf1JpU/s1600/Garage+sale+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQxXEX7LI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HocXiSf1JpU/s320/Garage+sale+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499828378885680306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garage Sale Tip:&lt;/span&gt; our sale was Thursday - Saturday, but we did about 75% of our total sales the first day, less than 10% the second day and the rest on day 3. IF I ever get it in my head to do this again, it will be two days only, Friday-Saturday.  Friday to catch all the eager beavers, and Saturday for all the folks who work like normal people.  Our middle day was dead, dead, dead.  Also, 8-6 makes for a loooong day, but we did plenty of sales between 5 and 6, catching the after-work crowd. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;don't understand people who do their sales Wednesday-Friday, 8-4.  They'll never get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I spent about four hours (no joke) neatly packing the kids' clothing and toys into 12 -count 'em, TWELVE - boxes to take down to Once Upon A Child (OUAC).  We dropped off 6 boxes - that's all they would take since it was an hour to closing - and they bought...wait for it...approximately 4 items for a total of $8.55.  JACKPOT!  LOL.  Seriously, though, they are very very very very picky about clothing. Toys, it appears, have much more relaxed standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday was back to work, then Wednesday Levi and I were both off so we worked on packing all the unsold stuff  for delivery to the local &lt;a href="http://loveincheartland.org/"&gt;LoveINC Thrift Shop&lt;/a&gt; (it was *really* handy having a place just a few blocks away! If they hadn't been, we would've bagged everything and scheduled an &lt;a href="http://www.bluetrucks.org/"&gt;ARC&lt;/a&gt; pickup).  It took Levi THREE trips to get all the clothes, toys, and miscellaneous household stuff (coffee mugs, baby bottles, etc.) over there. Then, Levi took the kids' clothing that didn't make it into the first OUAC trip, as well as several boxes of leftover books - and three boxes of old LPs that didn't make it into the sale, oops - into town. The clothes he dropped at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different &lt;/span&gt;UOAC and the books and records he took to &lt;a href="http://www.halfpricebooks.com/"&gt;Half Price Books (HPB)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a HPB in your neighborhood and haven't checked it out, DO.  The cool thing about HPB is that they take EVERYTHING (books, anyway) that you bring in. Cheesy romance novels, old textbooks, car buying guides from 1999, a copy of "How To Father" from 1974 - you name it, they'll take it.   (Their buy policy says that they donate unsold/unsellable books to "various charitable organizations around the world," but I've got to think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;stuff goes straight in the recycling bin or is sold for insulation or something.)  They took all the books and 2/3 of the records and gave us $43! They DID give us back the records they weren't interested in buying - I don't know why that policy is different from their book policy....but it makes for a much more manageable ebay project than the original 200+ records that Levi's mom gave us to try and sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: I've already established a HPB Bag for all the books that I keep stumbling over and going "WHY did I keep this?" I'm also NEVER buying a book for retail price again. This place seems like a great compromise between paying $8-15 for a book, reading it once, being unimpressed and stuffing it on a shelf for all eternity, and my complete inability to ever get library books back on time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...After he finished at HPB, Levi swung back through OUAC and picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;rejects - and $21.  Woo hoo!  All that's left to do is run the OUAC boxes over to LoveINC, and find a home for the poor couch, and the garage sale - and the garage clean up project - will be really, truly, FINALLY finished. In the meantime, though...check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNSI1bTFBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/T6Mxa348cbM/s1600/garage+cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNSI1bTFBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/T6Mxa348cbM/s400/garage+cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499829881683514386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;YAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4473911193013373290-6810687886315123479?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6810687886315123479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/garage-sale-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6810687886315123479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6810687886315123479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/garage-sale-wrap-up.html' title='Garage Sale Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TFNQxmfGbZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lCfsoM7Mucg/s72-c/Garage+sale+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3614036365938751756</id><published>2010-07-23T18:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:14:23.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'I' in INFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTSpH7lrujvjCkM7HDzcznnt7EBrD3XxeHE8AKSaGSf60pgiQQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__erJ8Da5C8mzwqQs79W1skWTEwUQ="&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 121px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTSpH7lrujvjCkM7HDzcznnt7EBrD3XxeHE8AKSaGSf60pgiQQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__erJ8Da5C8mzwqQs79W1skWTEwUQ=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever done a Myers-Briggs Personality Profile, you'll recognize "INFP" as the acronym for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Introverted-iNtuitive-Feeling-Perceiving&lt;/span&gt; - which is my personality type. I took a new Myers-Briggs when I first started my career counseling sessions, with the report being (duh) career-oriented. It was really interesting, but it's the "I" - Introverted - that's on my mind at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see - the test results for each section of the profile came back as a "score" on a continuum of -30 to +30.  On the extrovert/introvert scale, I scored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;point off of dead center, in favor of introversion. And thinking back to the test, I can even pinpoint the questions that I wavered on, that might have pushed me a point or two toward extroversion instead.  I've always thought of myself this way - I like to call myself a "shy extrovert" or an "outgoing introvert" depending on my mood - but it was interesting to see it laid out in black and white. Cindy (my career coach) came up with the perfect analogy for this middle-of-the-road-ness...she said, "I bet you're the type of person who likes to go to coffee shops to read or study. You like being around people, but you don't really need to interact with them."  So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason this topic is on my mind is a result of the garage sale - I've had more face-to-face social interaction in the past two days - with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;, even! - than I generally have in a month.  And I've really enjoyed it, but now that we've closed up shop for the day, I want nothing more than to pop in a movie, crawl into bed and not talk to anyone for the next 12 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3614036365938751756?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3614036365938751756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-in-infp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3614036365938751756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3614036365938751756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-in-infp.html' title='The &apos;I&apos; in INFP'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-5405223920495602818</id><published>2010-07-17T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:53:12.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Big Boy Bed Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d08c7aef977647f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd08c7aef977647f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331789997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58677721BBD6FE3E2771043545B6D0AE7F67982D.687BC628ED8B11005F7B35B8CD361C921251EDE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd08c7aef977647f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXv3DguGL7pC7H8xKLR-H2vGsbOg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd08c7aef977647f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331789997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58677721BBD6FE3E2771043545B6D0AE7F67982D.687BC628ED8B11005F7B35B8CD361C921251EDE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd08c7aef977647f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXv3DguGL7pC7H8xKLR-H2vGsbOg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the transition to big-boy bed is going well!  I was concerned that sneaking out of bed to play with toys would be an irresistable lure that first night, but much to my surprise, J took the "Stay In Bed" rule to heart. (He also fell asleep almost immediately, so that helped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 1: Bedtime at 8:00, peeked at him around 8:30 and he was sound asleep under the covers. Peeked again about 10:30, and he had wiggled himself on top of the covers and done a full 180 so that his feet were resting on the pillow!  Levi put him back the "right" way. Checked again about 11:30 before going to bed myself, and he had wiggled up so his head was touching the wall, but at least he was pointed the right direction. I made sure to go in there right away in the morning so that he got the idea that we would get him up, and wasn't tempted to let himself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 2: Bed at 8:00, up at 7:00.  Stayed under the covers all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 3: Ditto.  The bedtime transition appears to be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we attempted Nap Time in the big boy bed for the first time.  He was good, although not sleeping, for the first hour. Then I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creak-SLAM! "Mommy! It's awake outside!"&lt;/span&gt; J had started fiddling with the windowshade, and upon realizing it wasn't nighttime, determined naptime must be over.  Since this was breaking the Stay In Bed rule, he had to spend the rest of naptime in his crib.  OMG, talk about The End Of The World. J starts sobbing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Moooooommeeeeee!!!  Noooooooooo!!!  Seeeeeep in my big boy bed!!!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;The wailing seems to have stopped, but we're definitely not getting any actual napping accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the quick visit to Baby Prison will still be fresh in his mind at bedtime. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-5405223920495602818?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5405223920495602818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-in-big-boy-bed-land.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5405223920495602818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5405223920495602818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/adventures-in-big-boy-bed-land.html' title='Adventures in Big Boy Bed Land'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-197238830718512423</id><published>2010-07-14T11:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:13:32.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Progress!</title><content type='html'>It's so nice to see projects that you started 6 months prior, finally starting to come to fruition!  You may recall &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-eff-its-cold.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, my second Random Apples post ever, where I talked about my linen closet and decide on a big-boy bedspread for Josh. And &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-vs-chaos.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, a few weeks later, where I briefly showed you the disaster that was my kitchen catch-all counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months later, my linen closet STILL looks awesome (although I did have to go look up that youtube video to refresh my sheet-folding skills the other day), and as for the other two projects, well, let's take a look, shall we?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3peL_IZLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2cnIv38GCsI/s1600/DSCN1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JDNMSLMpI/AAAAAAAAARk/uJPvQxMedgw/s400/DSCN1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JDNMSLMpI/AAAAAAAAARk/uJPvQxMedgw/s400/DSCN1382.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;receipts, mail, tupperware, small appliances, toys, junk, an award from 2008(??), my three-hole punch(!?!), etc., etc., etc., all jammed together so that stuff was routinely falling on the floor or worse, into the trash.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3peL_IZLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2cnIv38GCsI/s1600/DSCN1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3peL_IZLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2cnIv38GCsI/s400/DSCN1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493803825284801714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhhhhhh.....blank slate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it looks like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3pvGmojjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6TM2GsCtZx0/s1600/DSCN1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3pvGmojjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6TM2GsCtZx0/s400/DSCN1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493804115897650738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;as compartmentalized as I would like, but I cut our plastic storage by about half and only kept the ones that I know we use most often. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;I've trained Brianna, whose responsibility it is to empty the dishwasher, to nest things neatly instead of just haphazardly stacking stuff every which way so that it all inevitably tips over and crashes to the floor.  That pile to the right is stuff that needs to go back to Levi's mom, and a stack of lids with no bottoms (which I should pretend to throw away and see if it brings their better halves out of hiding...), and a collection of pens-pencils-markers that still needs to be thinned out, but at least they're contained.  To the left is the blender, the charging cord for my phone, and our change jar.  And that's it! Most exciting of all, I cleaned out the eleventy-billion* paper grocery bags that were taking over the under-counter space to the point that the trash can was living in the middle of the room (ick)! I know a lot of them are  going to get used for the garage sale (yay!) but I'm also awaiting delivery of a second recycling bin that is ONLY going to be for storing grocery bags...and they are all going to stay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garage&lt;/span&gt;.  Woo hoo for organizational baby steps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*really. I counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh's Big Boy Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...is in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3tLDhjKQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V856L024Iek/s1600/DSCN1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TD3tLDhjKQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V856L024Iek/s400/DSCN1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493807894642239746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't find my post about how I eventually snagged the pirates bedspread, so if this is repetition I'm sorry, but I snagged it on clearance from Sears.com for...wait for it...ELEVEN DOLLARS.  (Yep, I definitely remember typing that before. Weird.) Anyway, it's absolutely precious and I'm so glad I went for the full instead of the twin size.  Josh is going to flip when he gets home this afternoon and sees it!&lt;br /&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/4473911193013373290-197238830718512423?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/197238830718512423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/project-progress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/197238830718512423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/197238830718512423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/project-progress.html' title='Project Progress!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JDNMSLMpI/AAAAAAAAARk/uJPvQxMedgw/s72-c/DSCN1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2107813571326922774</id><published>2010-07-12T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:17:05.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on my feet?</title><content type='html'>Had my final check up with the orthopedic surgeon this morning!  The breaks are fully healed, now it's just a matter of waiting for the tendons and whatnot to recover from being wrecked.  Doc says the best therapy I can do is just walking on it every day - which is harder than it sounds. It's really easy to drift into a limp that doesn't actually use the ankle.  It actually feels pretty good - like I'm recovering from a really bad sprain at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle is still pretty deformed, which is making shoes a bit of a challenge. I have one pair of very soft and flexible Sketchers tennies, but the sole on those is so narrow that it doesn't give proper arch support and I find them REALLY hard to walk in.  Plus, I occasionally wear an ace bandage or a brace if I know I'm going to be on my feet a lot, and NONE of my shoes will fit over that.  Walmart, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how long it will be until I can start riding again.  I'm trying to tell myself I'm not even going to THINK about it until September.  8 weeks in a cast seems like it should require at least 8 weeks of rehab, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2107813571326922774?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2107813571326922774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-on-my-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2107813571326922774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2107813571326922774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-on-my-feet.html' title='Back on my feet?'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3840376140156033083</id><published>2010-07-04T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:22:15.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief observation on vanity</title><content type='html'>I got my cast off this past Monday! After a couple thorough tub soakings, I've exfoliated pretty much all of the built-up skin (ew) and am no longer ashamed to go out in public in legwear that exposes my shins. A handful of people have even asked to see my surgery scars, and that got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many women do you know - are you one of them? - who are walking around in shorts, tank tops, flip flops, with  ankle, knee, elbow, shoulder surgery scars for all the world to see? Who are almost proud to show them off, and tell the story of how they got them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, how many of those same women, even ones who are in good shape, would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;be caught dead in a bikini because it would expose their pregnancy stretch marks? Are you one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3840376140156033083?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3840376140156033083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/brief-observation-on-vanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3840376140156033083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3840376140156033083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/brief-observation-on-vanity.html' title='A brief observation on vanity'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3988137852555272450</id><published>2010-07-01T12:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:04:27.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking back my garage</title><content type='html'>A couple years ago, Levi and I rearranged much of our house, and a lot - a LOT - of stuff ended up in the garage. I always swore I would never be one of those people who have too much stuff in their garage to park the cars, but guess what...yup.  For two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.servicemagic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/messy-garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://blog.servicemagic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/messy-garage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Not my garage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ours is twice as big, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; definitely worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So anyway, in preparation for moving out of our house at some point in the nearish future, we decided to have a garage sale. And to have a garage sale, you need a garage. We've set the dates - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 23-24, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mark your calendars!&lt;/span&gt; - and now we need to start busting our butts to sort through everything, decide what stays, what sells, and what gets thrown out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was to spend ALL day on Wednesdays sorting junk, as in theory we've arranged it so we both have Wednesdays off in July.  Unfortunately, things rarely go according to plan - our very first Wednesday, I ended up having to work most of the morning, and when I got home, Levi was down with a migraine. We finally got started around 2:30, and put in a couple hours work before we had to pick up Josh from daycare. Here's what actually got accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thinned my book collection by about 1/3 (this was not technically a garage project, but it was something to work on while Levi wasn't feeling well, since I'm still on crutches for another couple weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi dragged in, and I sorted, three good-sized boxes of miscellaneous...stuff. I think one entire box was full of old McDonalds Happy Meal toys. I chucked them all in the Toy bin for the sale, and will probably either label them 10/$1 or free. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brianna made a good start on cleaning her room. I told her anything she donated to the sale, she could have (most of) the money for. She cleared out three shelves of her bookcase and came up with a stack of untouched activity books, several outgrown computer games, and a bag of too-small clothes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! Also not garage related, but I cleared out an entire glassware cabinet in our kitchen. Out of that cabinet we kept 14 coffee mugs (2 sets of 6 and two individual mugs with sentimental value), three measuring cups, one small baking dish, and a dozen cool plastic drinking cups. We moved out at least a dozen random coffee mugs, half a dozen insulated travel mugs, and TWENTY SIX MORE of the cool plastic drinking cups. Cause, they're cool and all, but do we really need thirty eight of them?  I don't think so. That cabinet is BARE now. I love it. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So that's it, so far. We've got three more full Wednesdays (plus the entire week before the sale) to work on this project and a LOT of garage left to tackle. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. I'll try and take some before and afters for a future post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3988137852555272450?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3988137852555272450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-back-my-garage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3988137852555272450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3988137852555272450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-back-my-garage.html' title='Taking back my garage'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-5350235426247877103</id><published>2010-06-28T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:23:30.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My war on perfectionism</title><content type='html'>I am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start a project, and then tweak, and tweak, and tweak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more often than I care to admit, by the time I'm done tweaking, the optimal time for presenting said project to the world has passed, and all that effort comes to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This career counseling/job searching/resume building process is a prime example. Levi has said right out loud that he's concerned that I will get so bogged down in creating the perfect resume, etc., that I'll never get around to actually sending any out. And he's right -that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a potential pitfall for me. Instead of settling for a "good enough" summary section on my resume and banging out a "good enough" cover letter,and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting the damn resume sent off &lt;/span&gt;for this job I'm "so" excited about,  I spent most of last night - until the wee hours - tweaking. Trying different fonts and spacings. Revising a word here or there. Googling cover letter samples, looking for the "perfect" template for my "perfect" cover letter. I found this job posting almost a week ago, and it's been active for 12 days. Mine is going to be just one in a sea of resumes, if they haven't already closed it to new submissions. I need to stop picking at it and - like Nike says - just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be better? Could my summary statement be stronger, my cover letter more compelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh God, I'm sorry for the alliteration. It was an accident.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it could. But I'll never forgive myself if I miss out on this opportunity because I was unable to settle for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you'll have to excuse me, I have a cover letter to &lt;s&gt;plagiarize&lt;/s&gt; write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-5350235426247877103?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5350235426247877103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-war-on-perfectionism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5350235426247877103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5350235426247877103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-war-on-perfectionism.html' title='My war on perfectionism'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2882507622197768028</id><published>2010-06-26T18:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:58:23.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead, a.k.a. job search update</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I had a meeting with Cindy; we spent the entire hour turning the list of my job responsibilities for the past 10 years into "resume speak."  I was feeling pretty good about the changes, and thought I only had a few little bits left to finish up - the summary and technical skills sections, mainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same afternoon, I was browsing the job postings on &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/fionapayne"&gt;LinkedIn&lt;/a&gt; and found one that I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;interested in (and it's local, in case you're wondering).  So instead of kicking back and waiting for next week's meeting with Cindy to put on the finishing touches,  I've spent pretty much every spare minute of the last three days picking apart the job listing and inserting as many of the keywords as possible into the resume bullets I had already written (luckily for me, the listing was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;comprehensive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had thought my resume was looking sharp before, it's freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to get that all done and a cover letter written in time to submit before the end of business on Friday, but alas, I didn't quite pull it off.  So instead, I took advantage of the weekend to dive into a project that's been in the back of my mind, a little something I think of as "the whole package": I decided to whip up a basic "resume website" (&lt;a href="http://www.fionapayne.info/"&gt;www.fionapayne.info&lt;/a&gt;) and set up separate &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/fionampayne"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/fionampayne"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; accounts to associate with it. Oh, and I updated my LinkedIn profile with my new and improved resume info, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pleased that everything is coming together as quickly as it has, and now all that I have left (on MY list, that is - I still have Cindy's "job search action plan" ahead of me) is to get Cindy to sign off on my resume, and to write my cover letter.  I sent my new website live earlier this afternoon, and decided to completely put this process out of my mind for a couple hours (serendipitously, Levi's mom offered to take me and the kids to see Toy Story 3. For the record: it's awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight or tomorrow I HAVE TO compose my cover letter, as my goal is to have my resume waiting in that HR inbox first thing Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job searching is hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2882507622197768028?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2882507622197768028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/brain-dead-aka-job-search-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2882507622197768028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2882507622197768028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/brain-dead-aka-job-search-update.html' title='Brain Dead, a.k.a. job search update'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-8104403834958908035</id><published>2010-06-22T19:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:26:17.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>So, today at my career counseling meeting, Cindy and I put a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;dent in the overhaul of my resume from generic blah administrative all-over-the-map-ness to laser-focused marketing guru-ness. There is still a bit of polishing to do, but the foundation is there, and I'm actually eager to start sending it out (who'd've thunk it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therein lies the next challenge...Levi and I have to decide whether I should keep my job search local, or if we want to take the plunge and relocate out of Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an idea we've been kicking around off and on for a while - we're both really, really tired of winter.  California sounds lovely, even if the COL difference is intimidating.  Neither of us have ever lived outside the state except for college, and how many people really take the chance to start over in a new place once they've got families, mortgages, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, the timing couldn't be better for us...I'm actively looking for a new job, Levi also wants to explore other options and - well - we're going to have to move out of our house before the end of the year anyway (both of our families know that we're allowing our house to go into foreclosure, so I feel like I can finally talk about it "in public"). If we're going to have to move, why not go big, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to move out of our house in 6 months. Which means we need to start figuring out ASAP where we're going to live instead. Can I really squeeze a nationwide hunt for the perfect job, and a cross-country family relocation, into that time frame?  Never having done it before, I just don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the back of my mind is the what-to-do about the horses. I'm extremely blessed that horseback riding has been a nearly expense-free hobby for all of my life, thanks to the fact that my parents are in the business. But if we moved out of state, either we'd have to increase our household income by an insane (and probably unrealistic) percentage in order to start paying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;the bills for two horses - after all, I couldn't keep Twinks but tell Brianna that Merle has to go! - or we'd have to make arrangements for the horses to stay at home for an indefinite period of time, which, in addition to being its own kind of challenge, also makes me sad. (Selling them is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; an option I'm willing to consider, but fortunately I don't think I would have to.  I've told my mom that when her farm sells and my horses are finally homeless, I don't want a cash payout, I need a horse-maintenance trust fund - ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-8104403834958908035?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8104403834958908035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8104403834958908035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8104403834958908035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-274312399079420547</id><published>2010-06-21T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:10:00.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me</title><content type='html'>Two months...TWO months...without an update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no excuse for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some stuff that has happened in the past two months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My new halfchaps fit like a glove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The second time I wore them, my horse bucked me off before I was even properly on, and I broke my ankle in three places, not to mention had a nasty dislocation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TCAmqBGkPWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/upRxhfq-eY4/s1600/DSCN1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TCAmqBGkPWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/upRxhfq-eY4/s400/DSCN1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485426849429601634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've been sitting on my butt 16 hours a day (and sleeping the other 8) for the past seven weeks. And haven't blogged a single letter in all that time.  Shame on me. So what, you may ask yourself, have I been doing to fill that time instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TCAnpLW_4SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4-juF8WXnmw/s1600/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TCAnpLW_4SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4-juF8WXnmw/s400/cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485427934514635042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorating my cast, of course. (more pics of my x-rays and my cast-turned-art-project can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=64281&amp;amp;id=1319892693&amp;amp;l=264a5038a5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, that's not ALL I've been doing; I also go to work once in a while. And shortly before I cracked my ankle into a million pieces, I made contact with a &lt;a href="http://www.tofindyourfit.com"&gt;career counselor&lt;/a&gt; named Cindy (our first face to face meeting was a week after the accident!) and we've spent the past two months identifying a new career path for me and building a new and improved resume.  I wish I had been blogging about this along the way, too, because it's been a really interesting process. But the homework has been intense! In fact, I should probably wrap this up and get back to it, since I have a meeting with Cindy in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-274312399079420547?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/274312399079420547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/shame-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/274312399079420547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/274312399079420547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/TCAmqBGkPWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/upRxhfq-eY4/s72-c/DSCN1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-5765563125047272182</id><published>2010-04-22T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:43:44.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather Leg Warmers, Take 2</title><content type='html'>(helllooooo?  Anybody still out there? Sorry I've been neglectful. I'll try to do better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...you may recall that a few months back, I was crazy-excited about &lt;a href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/horse-is-horse-of-course-of-course.html"&gt;my new half chaps&lt;/a&gt;, although I was going to have to exchange them for a different size.  After THREE months of back-and-forth with the retailer, I still did not have my replacement chaps, so yesterday I said screw it and demanded my money back.  And today, I ordered NEW half chaps from a large, well-known equestrian company, and according to my confirmation, they should ship today and be here next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fuller-fillies.co.uk/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/2b18ed9d54e1eb9acdc9f0a11a120a2b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.fuller-fillies.co.uk/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/2b18ed9d54e1eb9acdc9f0a11a120a2b.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mine are smooth leather, not suede, but I didn't like the picture of the leather ones. Even though it'd probably be a more accurate representation of my elephant-like calves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I went with the fly-by-night, nobody's ever heard of them company in the first place, and the answer is simple: Big Name Retailer didn't carry these chaps 4 months ago. Can't wait for them to get here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-5765563125047272182?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5765563125047272182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/leather-leg-warmers-take-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5765563125047272182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/5765563125047272182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/leather-leg-warmers-take-2.html' title='Leather Leg Warmers, Take 2'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-4020181071050730304</id><published>2010-03-14T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:31:58.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You like me! You really like me!</title><content type='html'>Bwahahahahaha!  My friend Heather @ &lt;a href="http://365awesomedays.blogspot.com/"&gt;365 Days of Awesome&lt;/a&gt; passed on this award to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JeuFRuEqrAM/S5kdNE5Wd-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/BJnQYIwKzdQ/s200/sugar+doll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JeuFRuEqrAM/S5kdNE5Wd-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/BJnQYIwKzdQ/s200/sugar+doll.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I deserve an award for my awesome blog?  Probably not. ;o)  My blogging is sporadic at best and probably boring as hell, but thanks anyway!!  The award comes with an assignment: share 10 things about yourself. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm the oldest of three kids; my brother and sister are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have an entrepreneurial streak a mile wide. I come by it naturally - my mom and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;dad both started and ran successful businesses for many years. So far I've been a Mary Kay consultant (5 years) and a real estate agent (4 years), and I have yet to come to terms with the fact that I'm probably not cut out for self-employment - I'll be launching home business #3 in a little bit, and I also dabble in freelance graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to be thin.  Proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S50PX9zn1zI/AAAAAAAAATk/tC7PtU_rxZo/s1600-h/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S50PX9zn1zI/AAAAAAAAATk/tC7PtU_rxZo/s400/picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448528028590659378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's from my grad party in 1998.  I still have the dress in my closet...I might even try and wear it again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm addicted to the written word. Books, magazines, the internet. Fiction, nonfiction. I admit I love romance novels and mass market trash way more than I enjoy "the classics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My favorite movies are Demolition Man, Legally Blonde, Miss Congeniality, Empire Records and 50 First Dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to draw and doodle, although I'm far from what I consider an artist. (If you'd grown up with my brother, who IS an artist, you'd understand why.)  I'm pretty good at drawing what I see, but not so much with stuff I visualize in my head, and the finer points of shading and the like continue to elude me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm horribly shy in social situations - this probably contributes a lot to my struggle with #2 on this list, since it's really hard to be successful if you hate promoting yourself.  I have no problem with speaking in front of a crowd, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. uhhhh....I'm 5' 2" but petite-length pants are always a hair too short on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I won the district spelling bee in 8th grade. (In 7th grade I got eliminated on "discussion," in 6th grade, "fiery" and in 5th grade, "pigeon.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've had three horses in my life: Allspice, from when I was 8 til about 14, Frolic, 14-24, And Twinks, 25-present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW!!  That was harder than I expected. I'm passing this gem onto&lt;a href="http://mcotw.wordpress.com/"&gt; Jill at My Corner of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-4020181071050730304?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4020181071050730304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-like-me-you-really-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4020181071050730304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4020181071050730304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-like-me-you-really-like-me.html' title='You like me! You really like me!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JeuFRuEqrAM/S5kdNE5Wd-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/BJnQYIwKzdQ/s72-c/sugar+doll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-1893411977209845391</id><published>2010-03-06T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:03:38.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vision</title><content type='html'>...I envision a home that is warm and inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision a home where everything within it has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision a home where everything has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;I envision a kitchen that is stocked with healthy staple ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision a space all my own - my computer, my books, my papers. With a door, so that if it gets messy, no one else has to look at it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision a job that is enjoyable and fulfilling (most of the time, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision a daily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;routine &lt;/span&gt;that balances leisure and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision living by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budget &lt;/span&gt;that balances leisure and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I envision feeling financially secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-1893411977209845391?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1893411977209845391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1893411977209845391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1893411977209845391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-vision.html' title='My Vision'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-9177539931596249442</id><published>2010-02-21T19:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:41:44.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Party Like it's Your Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii269/jbutton68/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 374px;" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii269/jbutton68/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday To ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday was my (gasp) THIRTIETH birthday, and I've been celebrating all weekend.   I had asked for Thursday off from work, and since Levi was also off due to an injury &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(more on that later - can't believe I forgot to blog about it!)&lt;/span&gt;, he took me out to breakfast at Perkins after the kids were all delivered to their respective destinations. Granny's Country Omelet (no celery), hash browns and two slices of french toast, plus a free birthday muffin (to go, of course).  Talk about deeeeee-lish.  Then Levi laid down for a post-breakfast nap and I headed out on my "secret mission."  I had decided a few weeks back that I wanted to do something totally unexpected to commemorate the big 3-0, but I had told Levi only that I was taking part of my birthday day ALL to myself.  Anyway, after a stop at my favorite salon to have my bangs trimmed and my eyebrows waxed - boy, they were due! - I drove downtown and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S4HjOIXkC7I/AAAAAAAAATc/GmJ7L8xzMz0/s1600-h/DSCN1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S4HjOIXkC7I/AAAAAAAAATc/GmJ7L8xzMz0/s320/DSCN1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440879656744258482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...got my nose pierced!  Thank you, Nick at &lt;a href="http://www.saintsabrinas.com/"&gt;Saint Sabrina's&lt;/a&gt;, for a great and (almost) painless experience.  You can't see in this picture because of the flash, but the stone is actually purple, in honor of my amethyst birthstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Good God, that's an awful picture. Note to self: put on some makeup and retake at next possible opportunity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got back from my piercing adventure just as Levi was getting up, and his reaction was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hey, did you have a nice time?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(diabolical smirk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: So what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mocking eyebrow raise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (eyes bug out of head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(laughing maniacally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So far, all the reactions I've gotten have been positive - not that I care if you think it's stupid, because *I* think it's awesome, so there - but the most entertaining thing is that my own mom either hasn't noticed or is studiously pretending she doesn't (I'm leaning more toward the first, since I didn't catch even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightest &lt;/span&gt;reaction when I saw her the next day, and after all, one dainty little nose stud is small potatoes compared to my sister's pierced tongue and lower back tattoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...after the kids got home, we all went out for haircuts and birthday dinner at TGI Fridays.  Friday was boring, then Saturday we went to lunch at Levi's mom's house and then...THEN...leaving the kids behind at MIL's house, Levi and I scooted off on a long-awaited overnight getaway at a local hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in, then went out on the town, ate, drank, made merry, stayed up late, slept in... (ahem) "snuggled"...then after checking out, we had breakfast at Perkins (yes, again - full plate of french toast this time), wandered around Mall of America for a couple hours since we haven't been in AGES, discovered THE coolest new store/experience called &lt;a href="http://www.magiquest.com/"&gt;MagiQuest&lt;/a&gt; - yup, I'm a geek, and gee I wish I had discovered this earlier so I could have drug all our friends there for my b'day! - and then caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; in 3D before heading back home to rescue MIL from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a most satisfactory way to celebrate turning (gasp!) thirty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-9177539931596249442?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9177539931596249442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/gonna-party-like-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/9177539931596249442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/9177539931596249442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/gonna-party-like-its-your-birthday.html' title='Gonna Party Like it&apos;s Your Birthday...'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S4HjOIXkC7I/AAAAAAAAATc/GmJ7L8xzMz0/s72-c/DSCN1404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3069611047967029602</id><published>2010-02-10T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:02:07.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits &amp; pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NyhdPiciI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6gfHB0i4mWs/s1600-h/Tex+ground+poles.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NyhdPiciI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6gfHB0i4mWs/s200/Tex+ground+poles.jpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436815094277370402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Twinks and I worked on ground poles this afternoon.  (That's not me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;him, but I figured at least some of you might be wondering what the heck "working on ground poles" means.)  This is a big deal, because my big baby thinks anything left on the ground is probably going to jump up and bite him if he goes near it.  It took us a couple minutes to get over the first one, then once we had walked and trotted over it both directions (because clearly, it's a completely different object from the other side, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;one might be a biter...), we had Britt throw down a second and then a third, which, amazingly, he took totally in stride (ha ha).  This is excellent news, because trotting ground poles is an excellent strength builder, and also, it's embarrassing to have a horse that's scared of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A cou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NypfegHiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cz7rpN2ejv4/s1600-h/800px-Guthrie-North.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NypfegHiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cz7rpN2ejv4/s200/800px-Guthrie-North.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436815232315956770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ple weekends ago, our friends Ben and Mel invited us to see Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet at the Guthrie theater (that's it, over there).  Never having been, we said "sure!"  The Guthrie itself was kinda cool, and I'm going to try and remember to blog more about our visit another time.  The performance itself, on the other hand, was only so-so, with the second half being better than the first. But for reasons I can't explain, instead of the traditional 16th (17th?)-century setting, or even a modern-day take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la&lt;/span&gt; Baz Luhrmann's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo + Juliet&lt;/span&gt; (love that movie, BTW), this enactment was..wait for it...Shakespeare-meets-Charles Dickens.  Maybe if we had stuck around for the post-play discussion group(?), they would've elaborated on this decision, but since we didn't, I get to assume that they simply hadn't gotten around to putting away the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol &lt;/span&gt;costumes yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The &lt;a href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-stop-touching-myself.html"&gt;great so&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NzCB75CaI/AAAAAAAAATE/P4TyeB1x0Bo/s1600-h/Soap+%26+Candles+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NzCB75CaI/AAAAAAAAATE/P4TyeB1x0Bo/s200/Soap+%26+Candles+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436815653882890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-stop-touching-myself.html"&gt;ap experiment&lt;/a&gt; continues. I've been using my &lt;a href="http://www.bluebonnet-trails.com/The-Citrus-Chunk-CITSOAP.htm"&gt;Citrus Chunk&lt;/a&gt; on my bod exclusively for about three weeks with excellent results.  My skin remains soft, smooth and relatively non-scaly. Some days I slap on some lotion after, but most of the time I don't.  I've even been using it on my face, probably 90% of the time (the other 10% being when I forget until I'm out of the shower because I'm still used to washing my face over the sink).  I definitely do still need a moisturizer for my face, though.  I've even tried it on my hair a couple times, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;the texture and body I get when it works, but it seems kind of hit-or-miss (I suspect the "miss"es are that I'm just not getting enough lather).   I hear Jill is working on a new shampoo bar, which I'm thinking about trying. Or maybe I'll just stick with my tried-and-true, if overpriced, Aveda. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now, I really must sign off and go do some laundry. And run the dishwasher. And take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3069611047967029602?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3069611047967029602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/bits-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3069611047967029602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3069611047967029602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/bits-pieces.html' title='Bits &amp; pieces'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S3NyhdPiciI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6gfHB0i4mWs/s72-c/Tex+ground+poles.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-8077341631878246804</id><published>2010-02-08T07:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:50:37.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty</title><content type='html'>My birthday is next week...I'm turning 30!  Still not quite sure how this happened, since most days I feel about 24.  Anyway, the big day is almost here, and I can comfortably say I'm looking forward to it.  In fact, I kind of feel like I want to commemorate it in some way...doing something that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;for me.  I've considered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a tattoo...I plan to do it eventually, and I love something like this:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ll.tattoojohnny.com/prod//images/products/A/AW/AWF/AWF-00017/AWF-00017_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 75px;" src="http://ll.tattoojohnny.com/prod//images/products/A/AW/AWF/AWF-00017/AWF-00017_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(only not quite so minimalist, and with a little color)...&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting something pierced - my nose, eyebrow, ear cartilage - NOT anything kinky, so don't go there...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yoPn1_KE4l48jM:http://content5.videojug.com/aa/aa6fbb6a-790e-fc21-3559-ff0008ca616a/how-to-care-for-nose-piercings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yoPn1_KE4l48jM:http://content5.videojug.com/aa/aa6fbb6a-790e-fc21-3559-ff0008ca616a/how-to-care-for-nose-piercings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;something with my hair...but except for dying my whole head a crayola color or shaving myself bald, I've done most everything else you can do. I've been short, long, red and blonde highlights, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;highlights...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/fmpayne/100_0228-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/fmpayne/100_0228-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/fmpayne/DSCN0128-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/fmpayne/DSCN0128-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(boo, I don't have a digital pic of my really long hair! Maybe I'll have time to scan it in today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;have this box of pink dye that I've thought of using on my whole head, over my natural color (instead of bleaching first as recommended) just to see what would happen.  Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-8077341631878246804?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8077341631878246804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/thirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8077341631878246804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/8077341631878246804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/thirty.html' title='Thirty'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-7657196723314951577</id><published>2010-02-07T16:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:10:44.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These are ridiculously good!</title><content type='html'>We are heading over to my grandparents' house to watch the Super Bowl in a few minutes (well...as soon as Josh gets up from his really late nap!) and this is what I'm bringing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S29IQLue_9I/AAAAAAAAASc/-iiMxghU1mo/s1600-h/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S29IQLue_9I/AAAAAAAAASc/-iiMxghU1mo/s400/DSCN1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435642718122344402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you'd call 'em...Crazy Delicious Strange Recipe Meatballs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs frozen meatballs&lt;br /&gt;14 oz. can sauerkraut, drained well&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. bottle chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;14 oz. can whole berry cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can either heat everything but the meatballs over medium heat until the cranberry sauce is liquified, then add the meatballs and heat through, if you're going to be serving them immediately...or you can dump everything in a crock pot on high for about 90 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Ridiculously. Good.  I probly should've doubled the recipe, cause I could eat this entire batch myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-7657196723314951577?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7657196723314951577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-are-ridiculously-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7657196723314951577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7657196723314951577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-are-ridiculously-good.html' title='These are ridiculously good!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S29IQLue_9I/AAAAAAAAASc/-iiMxghU1mo/s72-c/DSCN1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2224133640149418682</id><published>2010-02-05T07:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:50:49.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Block</title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while!  I've been stuck with a raging case of writer's block...either I can't think of anything worth blogging about or everything I put down on paper SUCKS.  Oh, plus Levi hurt his back a couple weeks ago, so I've been called upon to cover some of his work on the days when he really felt like crap, as well as my regular duties, so there's been a couple 10-hour days in there, too. Hey, there's a blog topic for a future date--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the perks and pitfalls of you and your husband working for the same small company, which is also the family business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2224133640149418682?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2224133640149418682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/bloggers-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2224133640149418682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2224133640149418682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/bloggers-block.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2006425379371557654</id><published>2010-01-29T14:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:11:12.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lets..doooo..the time warp...agaaaaaain!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend Paige, one of my favorite new(ish) workout ideas is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hula hooping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, really!  After listening to Paige rave - and seeing the videos she posted on Facebook - for an entire summer, I broke down and &lt;a href="http://www.djhoopster.com/"&gt;bought a hoop of my own&lt;/a&gt; last October.  Now, it's important to note that this isn't a $5 kid's hoop from Toys R Us - this is a handmade, oversized and weighted hoop designed especially for use as a workout tool. (It's also pretty! She uses shiny "mirror" tape in addition to grippy tape to make it fun as well as functional.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about a week of daily practice before I mastered just spinning the hoop around my waist for more than a couple revolutions.  I had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; amazing sets of bruises...all around my knees and calves from dropping the hoop. Once I got that down, though, I pretty quickly mastered "stalling" the hoop - stopping it in mid-spin with my hands - and sending it back the other direction.  Wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoop practice kind of took a backseat over the holidays, but earlier this week I picked it back up again - thankfully I turned out to be not too rusty!  I also figured out another trick - how to lift the hoop in mid-spin from around my waist to over my head!!  It took me several more tries to figure out how to keep the hoop spinning around my hand, up in the air - the first several attempts I either hooked the hoop with my thumb (nearly dislocating it in the process) or sent the hoop flying through the air across the room (OOPS!).  Thank goodness for youtube - there are dozens of hooping tutorials (my favorite are &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Caroleeena"&gt;Caroleeena&lt;/a&gt;'s) and I was able to figure out what I was doing wrong without seriously injuring myself...or my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I'll leave you with a few of my favorite hooping videos.  The first you may have seen before - it was making the rounds in mid-2008 or so, and I love the energy (and the song!).  The second is the video that inspired my friend Paige to start  hooping - this girl makes it look so easy. I'd love to be that effortless someday! (It also has a kick-ass soundtrack.)  Last but not least is a video from a Cirque de Soleil performance that simply blows. me. away.  Obviously I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;will be that girl, but I can watch this video over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=201001211600" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hoopcity.ca%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D2737361%253AVideo%253A79%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" bgcolor="#81CFC6" scale="noscale" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="425" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoopcity.ca/video/video"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idCQQKr8Bso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idCQQKr8Bso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztXmzMvSXZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztXmzMvSXZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering when you'll see a video of ME demonstrating my mad hoop skillz...you might be in for a long wait.  Maybe if I ever learn how to move my feet and spin the hoop at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addendum: Paige dropped off a new hoop for me to try this afternoon (it's hot pink and black and silver!!). The diameter is maybe 3 inches smaller than my old hoop, but holy hell - it's like starting over from scratch. So far I can't keep it up more than 4-5 revolutions.  It's okay - I'm up for the challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2006425379371557654?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2006425379371557654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/letsdoooothe-time-warpagaaaaaain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2006425379371557654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2006425379371557654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/letsdoooothe-time-warpagaaaaaain.html' title='lets..doooo..the time warp...agaaaaaain!!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2975093385290732677</id><published>2010-01-26T20:28:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:20:59.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm vs. chaos</title><content type='html'>Although you wouldn't guess it by looking around my house, I consider myself to have an organized soul. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crave &lt;/span&gt;order and organization.  I'm anal about details like all my clothes facing the same way in the closet or how my dirty dishes are stacked on the counter.  Typos or grammatical errors in books jump right off the page and smack me between the eyes. I thrive on structure - once I find a system that works, I stick to it like glue.  I load the dishwasher in the same order all the time, I follow specific steps when I pay a bill, I even write out my checks in the same way every time. I think I mentioned the other day that haphazard messes totally stress me out - I would rather fold laundry for an hour (every towel the exact same way, of course) than spend 10 minutes picking up the living room. Let's not even get into how many times I edit my blog posts or how I obsess over my color scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why this is, except that I know my mind is always going a hundred miles an hour - my brain is multitasking even when my hands aren't.  Systems help me make sure nothing important gets missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are areas of my life that don't have really good systems yet, and as you might imagine they drive me more than a little crazy. Example: the other day I posted a picture of my shiny clean kitchen, which I was super proud of.  What I didn't show you was this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JDNMSLMpI/AAAAAAAAARk/uJPvQxMedgw/s1600-h/DSCN1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JDNMSLMpI/AAAAAAAAARk/uJPvQxMedgw/s400/DSCN1382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431977994477056658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, I cringe just looking at this picture.  I must do an amazing job of mentally blocking it out day after day. )  This space is basically a catch-all for stuff that belongs in the kitchen (and quite a bit of stuff that doesn't) but doesn't have a proper "home." Tupperware strewn everywhere, eight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bazillion &lt;/span&gt;paper grocery bags (we use them for recycling, but have way too many), a jug of bubbles, a horse show award from 2007, and God knows what else.  As you can see, even the window ledge is cluttered with "stuff." This space drives me crazy. If we were in a position to do any home improvements, one of my top priorities would be ripping out this counter and filling that space with floor-to-ceiling cabinets.  That's not gonna happen any time soon, so instead I restack the tupperware more or less weekly, rearrange the pen cups (how hard is it to remember that whiteboard markers go in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;cup and regular pens in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; cup?!), and throw stuff away when no one is looking (those bubbles are next!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I like going to work everyday (well, most days) is that my office is 180 degrees from that counter space:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JPbpxxz_I/AAAAAAAAASM/vsNKycY3em8/s1600-h/100_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JPbpxxz_I/AAAAAAAAASM/vsNKycY3em8/s400/100_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431991437051940850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahhhhh.  Pretty, isn't it? I can literally feel my blood pressure going back down. ) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything&lt;/span&gt; has a specific home, right down to the white-out tape and the separate containers for big and little paperclips.  Even though 90% of the time I'm in the office alone, my workday has a pretty consistent routine as well.  My boss and I share a page-a-day calendar, and everything I need to get done on a given day, the boss writes on the calendar, and I check them off as I do them so she knows they got done.  Mostly this is stuff like which bill(s) to pay on a given day, but it's also reminders to send e-mails or pick up the timesheets or call in payroll.  If there's stuff that I need her to do before I get in the next morning, I write it on the calendar.  I would love to have that level of organization in every part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was an interesting tangent....back to home.  Just recently Levi has offered to take over 100% of the money management in our house, and although giving up control is kind of hard for me, it's also a huge weight off my shoulders. We both knew I wasn't very good at it (more on that another time - maybe), and it was creating undue stress for both of us. One of the reasons I became in charge of dishes-and-laundry was because those were the tasks I agreed to take on in exchange for letting (making?) Levi take over the bookkeeping.  And I'm pleased to realize that those responsibilities are becoming a more natural part of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh....this post is getting stupid long, and I don't really know how to wrap it up.  So tell me: do you need structure and organization in your life, or do you thrive on chaos?  How do you deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2975093385290732677?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2975093385290732677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-vs-chaos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2975093385290732677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2975093385290732677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-vs-chaos.html' title='Calm vs. chaos'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S2JDNMSLMpI/AAAAAAAAARk/uJPvQxMedgw/s72-c/DSCN1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3803545105502214460</id><published>2010-01-25T22:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:53:00.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my low-maintenance horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of those random posts that have nothing to do with anything, except that it's what my stream of consciousness came up with, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some horses are super-high-maintenance, with special food and supplements and shoeing needs, blah blah blah.  Here are a handful of reasons why I love my low-maintenance beast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hates mud. Which means he never, EVER rolls in the mud. If you'll recall, he's about 50% white, so this is a good. good. thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No special feed. No low carb, no "ration balancers" (I don't even know what that is), no sensitive system, no magic potions to give him strong feet or shiny hair or bigger muscles or help his allergies (yes, horses get allergies, too). Grain, hay. Water. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has GREAT feet. We tried putting shoes on him, he lost them in the pasture (don't ask how, I don't even know). We put special boots on to help stop this, he rips those off with his teeth. So we throw up our hands and let him run around barefoot, and everyone is happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No blankets.  Horse grows a TON of hair in the winter, so we only put a blanket on him if the weather is going to be VERY cold, or if there's icy rainy snow crap expected.  Blankets are a plaything to him, and if he had to wear one all the time, my repair bills would be sky-high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I had one more, but I can't think of it, so I guess that's it for the moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Twinks is really lucky he's got these things going for him, because 90% of the time he's such a wiseass, I wonder why I put up with him.  Oh, it also helps that he's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1503RXtkyI/AAAAAAAAARc/UPYQX5RW_nY/s1600-h/twinkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1503RXtkyI/AAAAAAAAARc/UPYQX5RW_nY/s400/twinkie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906693559882530" 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/4473911193013373290-3803545105502214460?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3803545105502214460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-low-maintenance-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3803545105502214460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3803545105502214460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-low-maintenance-horse.html' title='I love my low-maintenance horse'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1503RXtkyI/AAAAAAAAARc/UPYQX5RW_nY/s72-c/twinkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-961124790158969946</id><published>2010-01-23T12:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:35:09.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Housekeeping Spaz strikes again</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago, I put a load of clothes in the wash and then, wonder of wonders, remembered to move them over to the dryer before I went to bed!  (Might have had something to do with the fact that there was a pair of jeans in there that I wanted to wear the next day).  But when I went to get said jeans the next morning, all the clothes were still damp.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, shit&lt;/span&gt;, I thought.  Did I put the clothes in the dryer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and forget to start it!?&lt;/span&gt;  But no, they only somewhat damp, not straight-out-of-the-washer soaked, and I knew I remembered hearing the clothes thunking around.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;, was my next thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I broke the damn dryer. I am the best housekeeper EVER.&lt;/span&gt;  So I asked Levi to take a look and see if he could figure out what was wrong.  And he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learned that a full lint screen will prevent your clothes from drying properly.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly more positive note, I got a motivation bug up my butt and scrubbed the kitchen today!  Emptied the dishwasher, reloaded and started it, neatly stacked what wouldn't fit in the first load, wiped down the counters (scrubbed, in some places), even &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/pages/FLYingLessons_Shine.asp"&gt;shined my sink&lt;/a&gt;.  This is the only Flylady lesson that has ever stuck with me, and I admit I do get a little buzz at the sight of a sparkling clean kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1ta74XlTNI/AAAAAAAAARU/GHyuvWGEG40/s1600-h/DSCN1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1ta74XlTNI/AAAAAAAAARU/GHyuvWGEG40/s400/DSCN1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033760515345618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's one of my domestic-goddess quirks: the thought of picking up a bedroom full of toys all over the floor makes me hyperventilate, and I suck at remembering details like cleaning the lint screen on the dryer, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;cleaning my kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-961124790158969946?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/961124790158969946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/housekeeping-spaz-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/961124790158969946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/961124790158969946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/housekeeping-spaz-strikes-again.html' title='Housekeeping Spaz strikes again'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1ta74XlTNI/AAAAAAAAARU/GHyuvWGEG40/s72-c/DSCN1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2964378749145932889</id><published>2010-01-21T13:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:53:46.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobbi Jo's Hope</title><content type='html'>Last fall, my sister lost her best friend and partner, Gabe.&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/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1jInAMSlSI/AAAAAAAAARM/g1KizqUEUKA/s1600-h/n1306981520_30371515_8260477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1jInAMSlSI/AAAAAAAAARM/g1KizqUEUKA/s400/n1306981520_30371515_8260477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429309923187135778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Britt and Gabe competed together for 6 years, and had their eye on the &lt;a href="http://www.rk3de.org/rk3de.html"&gt;Rolex 3-Day Event&lt;/a&gt; in a couple more years, a competition that is on par with the Olympics to the equestrian community.  A few years ago, Gabe was diagnosed with a progressive autoimmune disorder, and late last fall it reached the point where it couldn't be controlled with medication, so she and my mom made the heartbreaking decision to have him put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was devastated, of course, but life goes on.  She began searching for a new horse, taking weekend trips out of state to Wisconsin, Missouri - she even flew out to Portland, OR, to look at a horse recommended by an old trainer of hers who had relocated to that area.  Her requirements were stringent - her new horse needed to be young, tall, male, and have both the aptitude and attitude for upper-level Eventing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Bobbi Jo's Hope*.  After looking at close to a thousand horses online and trying out several with no luck (the Portland horse was everything she was looking for, but didn't pass his prepurchase vet exam), no one expected to her find the perfect horse right in our own backyard.  Late last week, my mom was skimming a local equestrian message board for any newly posted horses for sale, when she came across a message that caught her eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am posting this for the MN Hooved Animal Rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MN Hooved Animal Rescue desperately needs foster care or adoption for a sweet, athletic 5 year old OTTB mare. She has been successfully raced in the past and is believed to be sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbi Joe's Hope is a 16.1-16.2 h mare who has a very nice temperment. She has been Coggins tested, she is thin but healthy, and she is ready to have a new job. She is from a recent humane case and the rescue doesn't have room to bring her home from the vet. She has been recuperating from being starved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is missing her left eye, but she hasn't had it since she was very young. She was born with a problem in that eye, and she isn't spooky about not having it. She was able to race well and be ridden nicely without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please contact the MN Hooved Animal Rescue ASAP if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;763-856-3119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;info@...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm sure my mom must have passed over a dozen similar posts in the past, but for some reason this one made her pause and pick up the phone.  MNHAR was able to give her some additional details on the mare, including one that literally gave her chills - "Hope" and Gabe shared a grandfather.  Mom and Britt made arrangements to go see her on Monday, figuring if nothing else, they could foster her for a month while the Rescue worked on finding a more permanent arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to everyone's surprise, I think, the connection between Britt and the mare - this mistreated, skin and bones, one-eyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mare &lt;/span&gt;- was instant.  It may have had something to do with the fact that the horse had similar markings to Gabe's, or that she put her head on Britt's chest the same way Gabe did when they had first met.  Or maybe, it was just meant to be. My mom, my sister and I all believe that things happen in life for a reason, even if you don't know what that reason is right away, so...it was almost as if the universe were waving a big flag saying, "Please, she needs you."  And so they put her in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home, Bobbi Jo's Hope! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Who, by the way, promptly had her name changed to Lady Estora de Coutre, or "Tora" around the barn.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no pictures of her available, yet - Britt hasn't posted any online for me to steal, and in any case her present condition would probably make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer: some minor details edited for dramatic effect. Namely, they didn't pop her straight in the trailer - they went back to get her the next day. Also, the decision whether to KEEP-keep her isn't final yet. But she really does have only one eye.&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/4473911193013373290-2964378749145932889?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2964378749145932889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/bobbi-jos-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2964378749145932889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2964378749145932889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/bobbi-jos-hope.html' title='Bobbi Jo&apos;s Hope'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S1jInAMSlSI/AAAAAAAAARM/g1KizqUEUKA/s72-c/n1306981520_30371515_8260477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-1558419741778431095</id><published>2010-01-18T19:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:56:50.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop touching myself</title><content type='html'>Don't give me that look!  I tried a new soap yesterday, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jill at &lt;a href="http://www.bluebonnet-trails.com/"&gt;Bluebonnet Trails&lt;/a&gt; sent me a sample-size chunk of a new citrus soap she's working on.  I've been a bodywash-and-poof-and-lotion (especially in the winter) girl for years and years, but recently Jill has been educating me on what makes her homemade soap different from the mass produced chemically business I've been using - and convincing me that with regular use, my lotion bill would go down, too. So when this random chunk of soap showed up in my mailbox, how could I not try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed the soap and hopped in the shower.  First observation: bar soap is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slippery!&lt;/span&gt;  Duh, right? Considering that I evaluate bottle grippyness as a major factor right up there with scent when picking out a new body wash, this was important to me.  I applied the soap with my regular body poof, but a washcloth would work just as well - OR, I may try and search out some sort of net or fabric baggie to put the soap in (similar to toddler soap), to both make it easier to hang on to and to eliminate the apply-to-poof step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hint hint, JILL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation 2: What the hell is this stuff doing to my skin?  As whatever parts of my body that weren't directly under the shower spray started to air dry, my skin started to feel almost...tacky.    I thought maybe the soap was leaving some sort of film, or hadn't rinsed clean. Then I realized it was actually the exact opposite: my skin was exfoliated(!) and literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeaky clean&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shampooing with my beloved overpriced Aveda Scalp Therapy (I wasn't quite brave enough to try the soap bar on my hair, although Jill says you certainly can!)  but before exiting the shower, I decided to give the soap a different, but equally rigorous test - I used it on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;.  Expensive shampoo, expensive cleanser and moisturizer - those are my personal care indulgences.  I always, always, always wash and moisturize my face first thing when I get out of the shower, because otherwise the tight, dry, itchiness of wet-then-dry skin drives me insane.  A few minutes after I got out of the shower I did slap a thin layer of moisturizer just on my face, but in retrospect I don't think it would've been necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation the Third: Oh. My. God.  After about 5 minutes, I ran my hand down my arm just to see how it felt after it was fully dry...my skin felt like silk.  I couldn't believe how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smooth &lt;/span&gt;it was!  And if you've ever gotten dressed immediately after putting on body lotion, you know that sort of hyper-awareness of hydrated skin against the inside of your clothes?  I had that, too, even though I hadn't so much as looked at my lotion bottle.  Now, 18-ish hours later, my limbs are starting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look &lt;/span&gt;a little more like their usual winter selves - dry and scaly - but much less than usual and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; itch, so that's a plus.  I may slap a layer of lotion on immediately post shower next time, to see if that helps extend the soft-skin feeling.  I can tell my skin is already on the road to recovery, but Jill even warned me that I would start needing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less and less&lt;/span&gt; lotion, not be able to go cold turkey.  It is winter in Minnesota, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Love it. LOVE IT.  I'm a convert - no more crappy body wash for me. I'm also SUPER excited to try Jill's &lt;a href="http://www.bluebonnet-trails.com/Shea-and-Cocoa-Butter-Soap-SPSHEACOC.htm"&gt;Shea and Cocoa Butter Soap&lt;/a&gt;, which is designed specifically for folks with really dry skin (like me!)...and I heard a rumor she's working on a true shampoo bar.  My Aveda bottle is almost empty, so I might have to give that one a try, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-1558419741778431095?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1558419741778431095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-stop-touching-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1558419741778431095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/1558419741778431095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-stop-touching-myself.html' title='Can&apos;t stop touching myself'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-359614733397687382</id><published>2010-01-17T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:33:36.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(Almost) perfect weekend</title><content type='html'>Levi just found out that one of the cast from the community play he was in this summer, passed away unexpectedly.  Please say a little prayer for her family, and for Levi and the rest of the 4CT theatre family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-359614733397687382?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/359614733397687382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/almost-perfect-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/359614733397687382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/359614733397687382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/almost-perfect-weekend.html' title='(Almost) perfect weekend'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6343116934028756488</id><published>2010-01-17T17:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:35:05.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect weekend</title><content type='html'>Title says it all, really!  This weekend has been just about perfect.  The weather was lovely - 30s and up during the day, 20ish at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I vegged around the house some, and went to a 3:30 yoga class at &lt;a href="http://www.yogacentermpls.com/"&gt;Yoga Center of Minneapolis&lt;/a&gt;.  The class I took was called Vinyasa 1/2, and the description reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yogacentermpls.com/images/logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.yogacentermpls.com/images/logo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweat, breat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he, go with the flow! This fun, flowing class combines postures and sequences fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m various styles of yoga. With a dynamic flowing sequence of yoga postures link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing breath and movement, you'll cultivate awareness while building core strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and flexibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was *hard* work!  At my previous studio, we primarily studied the poses individually and didn't put as much focus on linking them together in a "flow." It took me a good 20 minutes into the class before I found my rhythm. Overall, though, it was excellent.  I would definitely like to go back! It's far enough away (and at $16/class, pricey enough) that I'm can't commit to a weekly class, but I think I'm going to try to fit something in once a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yoga, I cleaned up and headed out to the Year End Awards Banquet for CSDEA - the Central States Dressage and Eventing Association.   Considering that we just started our Dressage training last spring and didn't show at ALL in 2009, Twinks and I weren't up for any awards (maybe next year!) but it's a fun event with lots of face time with other members (my mom/boss is on the board of directors, and part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; job is "volunteering" to handle the advertising for the member magazine and the annual calendar/member directory).  There's also a silent auction, a live band, a buffet dinner and hey - my mom/boss paid for my ticket, so why not? ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TODAY - what a perfect Sunday.  Levi made French toast for breakfast, then we all got our lucky Vikings gear on and we went over to my mom's house, watched my boys in purple  whoop up on the Cowgirls, and had tacos for lunch/dinner.  Now I'm home, my VERY tired little boy is already asleep in bed, and I have the rest of the evening to veg/read/watch TV/blog/talk smack to my Cowboys-fan friends on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ones that haven't un-Friend-ed me yet, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-6343116934028756488?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6343116934028756488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6343116934028756488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6343116934028756488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-weekend.html' title='Perfect weekend'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6325624868663440408</id><published>2010-01-16T11:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:33:37.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$50</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(No pictures in this post, sorry. It was bound to happen one of these days! I suppose I could've dressed it up with generic "dollar" and "lightbulb" and "confused expression" images off the Internet, but...meh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Levi's and my joint goals for 2010 is to take a tighter rein on our finances...not necessarily cutting back, but becoming more cognizant of where our money is going.  Our budget still needs fine tuning, but at the moment we've earmarked $50 apiece in "play" money out of this last paycheck.  This is separate from money for dinners out, movies, etc. - this is our own personal spending money to do with as we wish.  I'm sure this is like "DUH" to a lot of people, but it's kind of a lightbulb moment for us (or me, anyway), so roll with me...or Back button, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.  Now I've got this $50 in my pocket - literally, I have $50 cash in my pocket - and I'm considering all the things I could do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could buy a bunch of new paperbacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could buy 50 cans of pop, one at a time (not likely - even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't drink 4 cans of pop a day...at least not every day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could buy something cute to wear - a whole outfit if I shop frugally enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could treat myself to pizza lunch a couple of times, or McD's a bunch of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could hoard it for my [insert expensive item here] fund.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Truth be told, I will probably end up splitting the money between most of these things.  But how?  It seems so elementary, but for me it's actually kind of a paradigm shift (thank you Steven Covey) to consider what I want to spend my money on in advance, instead of wondering where it all went.  For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things on my wish list is a Kindle...$259.  At $50/check, it could be mine-all-mine in less than three months!  But tempting as that is, I'm not going to stash the *entire* $50 away every time - either I would end up being cranky because I don't have any fun money for weeks on end, or I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steal &lt;/span&gt;it from myself, and that's both guilt-inducing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;setting up a bad precedent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I definitely know I want to save some and spend some.  But how much?  I've never really kept track of how much money I spend on things like gas station snacks, fast food drive thru, throwing a new book in the shopping cart at Target.  But I've got to start somewhere, right?  So for this week (two weeks, technically)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm going to put half aside for my [fill in the blank] fund, and see how far I can stretch the other half.&lt;/span&gt;  If I make it the full two weeks with some left over - woo hoo! Then I'll have a whole new slew of options - add the leftover to my fund, roll it over to the next pay period, spend it on a mini-splurge and start the next week off at $0 again.  If I don't make it the full two weeks...I'll survive, and I'll have a better idea of what I need to do differently next week.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this money management thing is kind of interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is all still a work in progress.  Take "buy myself something cute"...Levi and I haven't nailed down certain details, like is there a clothing allowance ("line item" in accountant speak) in our new-and-improved household budget, for replacing things like worn-out jeans, or does that come out of our personal spending?  Or buying snacks - oftentimes if I pick up a pop for myself, I'll grab one for Levi as well, and vice versa, and I don't want the concept of "personal spending money" to turn us into selfish jerks - "I didn't get you one because it came out of MY money," or nickel and dime our relationship to death ("you owe me a dollar and 63 cents!"). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this money management thing is kind of tricky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's that.  I've been mulling this over for a few days now - ever since Levi and I first discussed the cash allowance idea - and I think it has helped a lot to get it down in writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-6325624868663440408?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6325624868663440408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6325624868663440408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6325624868663440408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/50.html' title='$50'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2215469523796034241</id><published>2010-01-15T17:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:12:08.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A horse is a horse, of course, of course.</title><content type='html'>Today's post is all about my horsie!  So if you're not interested, you can click the Back button now, no harm, no foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: I rode today!!  Actually, I rode last night, too, but it was kind of half-assed because there were jumping lessons going on, as well as a bunch of other people riding so it was crowded and chaotic, and T was too busy being pissy about that to get any real work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.  I rode today!!  And, unlike last night, the boy was SO GOOD.  I let my sister Britt boss us around (I get so much more done when I have someone watching from the ground and telling me what to do!) and we worked on stretching through his whole back at the walk, and then on his trot transitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, quick lesson for y'all, because otherwise this post will be totally pictureless, and how boring is that? Anway.  T's original training was in Saddleseat, which looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horsechannel.com/images/tab-images/saddle-seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.horsechannel.com/images/tab-images/saddle-seat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we've switched gears to Dressage, which looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.warmbloodbreeders.com/stallions/Cotopaxi05xtrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.warmbloodbreeders.com/stallions/Cotopaxi05xtrt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: Neither of those pictures is me or my horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notice how the first horse picks his feet and knees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up &lt;/span&gt;while the second one reaches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;.  Same with their heads. I apologize if I'm dumbing this down TOO much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  We worked on the trot transitions, and finally figured out how to get him to sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roll&lt;/span&gt; into the trot, instead of feeling like he has to shoot forward at 90 miles an hour the way he was originally trained to do.  It was quite lovely once we got it worked out!  We did just a touch of overbending and counterbending because he is SO tense in his left jaw, neck and shoulder, but mostly it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk, get relaxed, tense up, get relaxed, cue trot, tense up, walk, get relaxed, cue trot - good boy! &lt;/span&gt;for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I think my Saddle Search Saga is finally at an end. I think I've finally found a saddle-and-pad combination that's going to work for us for a while. (You all should be glad I didn't have a blog earlier this fall/winter while that was all going on, trust me. It would've been Bitching About The Saddle, day and night. Yawn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: OH!!  How could I have forgotten?  MY HALF CHAPS CAME TODAY!  Before any of y'all start getting the wrong idea, THESE are my half chaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aretesaddlery.com/tack/images/uploads/iberian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.aretesaddlery.com/tack/images/uploads/iberian2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are basically....leather leg warmers that you wear over short boots, instead of wearing tall riding boots.  Why would someone do this, you ask?  Why not just wear tall boots?  Because a quality pair of tall boots is going to run you $3-500, more if you have to have them custom made like I would due to my freakishly large calves.  Half chaps generally run $40-80. Mine were $90, again because I had to track them down in "plus size."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.  They came today, and I am IN. LOVE.  The leather is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; and the construction is superior.  Unfortunately, they are too big and I'm going to have to exchange them.  Now, I know I can't complain too much about having to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down &lt;/span&gt;a size, but it means it'll be another two weeks before I can actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ride &lt;/span&gt;in them. Woe is me. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2215469523796034241?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2215469523796034241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/horse-is-horse-of-course-of-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2215469523796034241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2215469523796034241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/horse-is-horse-of-course-of-course.html' title='A horse is a horse, of course, of course.'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2567475604603775960</id><published>2010-01-14T08:07:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:46:07.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadget prOn: Pineapple corer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oRuPXHjI/AAAAAAAAARE/OfJ5d3Q3pmc/s1600-h/DSCN1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oRuPXHjI/AAAAAAAAARE/OfJ5d3Q3pmc/s400/DSCN1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426600360940084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a chance to test-drive the pineapple-coring gadget we picked up at the grocery store last week. I think the pictures speak for themselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oKtV-L0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/q1HtS4OMio8/s1600-h/DSCN1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oKtV-L0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/q1HtS4OMio8/s400/DSCN1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426600240440291138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oCY-k1cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xVO9KJlWBNk/s1600-h/DSCN1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oCY-k1cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xVO9KJlWBNk/s400/DSCN1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426600097534498242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08n4uIaYZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QEV038ZfUjw/s1600-h/DSCN1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08n4uIaYZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QEV038ZfUjw/s400/DSCN1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599931414208914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nvi2hlCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2MEm2MHZtXo/s1600-h/DSCN1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nvi2hlCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2MEm2MHZtXo/s400/DSCN1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599773767570466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nlPyG-LI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9wUDMHhM7wI/s1600-h/DSCN1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nlPyG-LI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9wUDMHhM7wI/s400/DSCN1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599596850084018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nWaWQTsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ObNYLrHscJY/s1600-h/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nWaWQTsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ObNYLrHscJY/s400/DSCN1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599341988007618" 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/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nNyNKnTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zLf6_xfeRGA/s1600-h/DSCN1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08nNyNKnTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zLf6_xfeRGA/s400/DSCN1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599193773514034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WORKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm inordinately pleased about this.  First of all, I love fresh pineapple, but am always torn between buying whole and dealing with hacking it up, or spending double to get the pre-sliced or chunked.  Second of all...I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;expect it to work this perfectly.  The pineapple we bought was small enough that I didn't expect the cutting part to actually stay inside the bounds of the shell - but it did!  My only letdown is that I'm not left with a perfectly pineapple-shaped bowl to drink margaritas out of, or something.  Maybe if I start with a bigger pineapple next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Much thanks to Levi for being my hand model while I snapped pictures. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4473911193013373290-2567475604603775960?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2567475604603775960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/gadget-pron-pineapple-corer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2567475604603775960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2567475604603775960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/gadget-pron-pineapple-corer.html' title='Gadget prOn: Pineapple corer'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S08oRuPXHjI/AAAAAAAAARE/OfJ5d3Q3pmc/s72-c/DSCN1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-2770266787512078482</id><published>2010-01-11T18:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:13:24.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Namaste</title><content type='html'>Last night I commented to Levi that I wasn't really "feeling" the family gathering planned for Saturday at his mom's house (sorry Shannon, if you're reading this!) and he sweetly offered to take the kids and let me have the day to myself. I said that sounded nice, even though - just between you and me - I didn't really know what I would do with an entire afternoon to myself.  Usually I'd go window shop at Ridgedale or park myself at Borders and read books I don't intend to buy, but I often end up spending more money than I intend to and/or (mostly "and") coming home feeling vaguely dissatisfied with my day because I didn't really accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning while I was cleaning stalls (one of these days I'll get around to explaining the bizarreness that is my job description), I was trying to think of things to do with my afternoon "off", and I finally hit on something: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to find a yoga class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johannawaters.com/Images/Content/yoga_class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 395px;" src="http://www.johannawaters.com/Images/Content/yoga_class.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoga.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't remember how I got started, exactly - I think one day a few years ago I just got an itch and started looking around for classes.  I took classes at a wonderful little studio near my house, off and on, for over two years.  Nothing else on this earth, except possibly horseback riding, leaves me with that same feeling of strength and openness and wonderful exhaustion.  &lt;a href="http://maidensnork.blogspot.com/2009/12/yoga-class-24hourfitness-part-deux.html"&gt;A lot of people who've never tried yoga&lt;/a&gt; tend to think it's about relaxing, even being lazy.  Relaxing, maybe, but lazy?  HA!  I, personally, prefer to work my ass off.  It's not just enough to strike a pose (ha ha), I'm always pushing deeper into the pose, striving to be more correct, working at the edge of my ability.  I've only experienced "runner's high" once and I nearly had to kill myself to do it, but holding Warrior II for a full minute leaves me positively euphoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly for me, I don't quite get the same vibe from following along to a DVD as I do in a studio setting, so I only practice sporadically these days.  I would love to figure out how to fit in a regular class, but for now, I'm going to find the perfect class (or two?) for Saturday, and enjoy the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0vVblfIzMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/K-u3SW-iRFY/s1600-h/snowcapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0vVblfIzMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/K-u3SW-iRFY/s400/snowcapped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425664845993790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolfreeimages.net/images/namaste/namaste_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-2770266787512078482?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2770266787512078482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2770266787512078482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/2770266787512078482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga.html' title='Namaste'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0vVblfIzMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/K-u3SW-iRFY/s72-c/snowcapped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-228855755999425707</id><published>2010-01-10T16:40:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:40:12.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Call</title><content type='html'>I hold no delusions that anyone who doesn't already know me and my family will ever read this blog, but just in case, here's a quick overview of the major players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pZccwQvGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eVPU74CksNM/s1600-h/DSCN1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pZccwQvGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eVPU74CksNM/s200/DSCN1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425247046411009122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all....me!  AKA Fiona. Complete with face paint from the Renaissance Festival last fall.  (One of those random skills I'd love to learn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pa4pBdo-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/TDowrp46YPg/s1600-h/009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pa4pBdo-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/TDowrp46YPg/s200/009-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425248630252348386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved, Levi.  We've been together almost 12 years, married 9(?) years this coming September. He fantasizes about being a 1950's housewife (minus the heels and pearls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pce0PcNLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iB3WD4Yr6rI/s1600-h/brianna+ha+ha+ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pce0PcNLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iB3WD4Yr6rI/s200/brianna+ha+ha+ha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425250385610421426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brianna, age 9.  She of the amazing hair.  An artist's soul and sensibilities and, fortunately, talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0perfEyaOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JIFWEV4qbdM/s1600-h/DSCN1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0perfEyaOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JIFWEV4qbdM/s200/DSCN1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425252802290149602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh, age 2.  Needs a haircut desperately.  Completely different kid than his big sister (I'm sure I'll have a chance to elaborate on this in a future post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pgeSBEmPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8IC3wCXIPUo/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pgeSBEmPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8IC3wCXIPUo/s200/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254774469859570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tika (top) and Harrison (bottom).  I don't know if our cats count as "major players" but they're adorable and completely neurotic and we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0ph-2JUGDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c9SKq5fP-zM/s1600-h/twinkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0ph-2JUGDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c9SKq5fP-zM/s200/twinkie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425256433435547698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, Twinkie!  Twinks, Twinkletoes, Twinkerbell.  My four-legged baby.  His beauty and talent take my breath away. (Somebody remind me to post a picture of what he looks like mid-winter. It's a laugh riot.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-228855755999425707?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/228855755999425707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/roll-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/228855755999425707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/228855755999425707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/roll-call.html' title='Roll Call'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0pZccwQvGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eVPU74CksNM/s72-c/DSCN1032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-4784127318372587558</id><published>2010-01-09T21:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:02:13.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...redux</title><content type='html'>...my daughter has gorgeous hair - when she (read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;) takes care of it.  I've had to do massive detangling twice this week, and in an effort to avoid having to do that again any time soon, spent 15 minutes this afternoon re-teaching her how to wash and condition (and RINSE, that's the biggie) it properly.  I've also discovered a deep and abiding love for the original Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson's No More Tangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm apparently a household management spaz.  As a result of some marital negotiating, I've recently (as in, within the last week or so) taken over responsibility for doing the laundry and running the dishwasher.  These really are two pretty simple tasks - 15 minutes or less of effort followed by an hour or so of waiting for the magic cleaning machines to do their stuff, followed by another 15 minutes of effort.  Still, I'm struggling with developing a rhythm, a routine, a habit around these two small jobs.  I'll diligently start a load of wash, and then it's out-of-sight-out-of-mind for three hours, even though the cycle takes all of 23 (or so) minutes.  At least the dryer has a buzzer, and the dishwasher little lights that tell me when the dishes are clean, that I can see from my usual perch on couch.  Not that I necessarily jump up at either of those signals...in fact, both the dishwasher and the dryer are waiting for my attention, and there's a load of clothes in the washer that MUST get moved over before bed.  Nothing grosser than a load of wet clothes that's been sitting for 10+ hours. Blugh. In fact....I'll be right back. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...another awesome find from last weekend's grocery trip: these kick-ass Slimline beverage pitchers!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arrowplastic.com/store/images/products/745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 343px;" src="http://www.arrowplastic.com/store/images/products/745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually stumbled over one of these a year or more ago, and LOVED it, but promptly forgot where I found it.  Our original model started to die recently - the top lid wouldn't screw on securely, so you could no longer shake the pitcher to mix the contents, and it's admittedly difficult to wash so it was just looking generally grody - so I've been on the lookout everywhere that sells kitchen stuff - Target, Walmart, even searching online.  No luck.  Lo and behold, apparently I found the first one at Cub Foods, because there they were again.  &lt;happy&gt;  We picked up two, one for koolaid and one for regular juice.  The two next to each other take up about the same amount of space as two regular pouring pitchers, but they hold more and you don't have to take out whichever one is in front to get to the pitcher in back (and then hope you remember to put them both back).  I am a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fun fact: I just edited this post FOUR times within 2 minutes of posting it.  I write, I post, I read, I tweak. It's a sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/happy&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-4784127318372587558?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4784127318372587558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/randomredux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4784127318372587558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4784127318372587558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/randomredux.html' title='Random...redux'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-3859233757068943083</id><published>2010-01-07T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:36:27.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brianna'/><title type='text'>hate!</title><content type='html'>Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the weather was crap today.  The thermometer read a balmy 8 degrees, but it was so damp that it felt like 10 below - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;you factored in the gusting 15-20 mph winds and icy sleety business.  Gross. So, so gross.  I spent 4 hours mumbling "hate, hate, hate" under my breath.  Hate stupid winter, hate this particularly awful weather, hate this stupid state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforter hunt update!  I really, really couldn't justify spending $70 (before shipping) on a kid's blanket, even an adorable one, so I started searching around for an alternative.  Lo and behold, I found that EXACT comforter (okay, not with the cool corners) under a different brand name at sears.com.  On clearance, even!  They only had the full size, not the twin, but I figure I can just tuck the extra under the mattress on the wall side of the bed - so I snatched it up.  I paid?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$11.49! &lt;/span&gt; ELEVEN DOLLARS.  I'm so stoked, and the J man is thrilled, too.  Now to unearth the bed itself from the bowels of the garage.  Maybe next week...we're supposed to have a heat wave.  Mid-20s, baby!  Practically summer. Where'd I pack away my shorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Oh.  Brianna cracked me up this evening.  Look at what she did to her hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0alksK8hsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fhg2mZ-bbBU/s1600-h/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0alksK8hsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fhg2mZ-bbBU/s400/DSCN1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424204850965284546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other side is even crazier, but I couldn't get a good picture.  Now, note the blue and yellow decoration at the top of the ponytail.  Here's a better look at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0amDjZHXVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ARD0CdBGOwY/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0amDjZHXVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ARD0CdBGOwY/s400/DSCN1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424205381184740690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a teeny tiny tiara, complete with precious gemstone, made out of pipe cleaners, which she is using as a ponytail holder.  Who thinks of these things?  Only my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-3859233757068943083?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3859233757068943083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3859233757068943083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/3859233757068943083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate.html' title='hate!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/S0alksK8hsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fhg2mZ-bbBU/s72-c/DSCN1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-6070065410287514226</id><published>2010-01-06T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:39:04.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much random</title><content type='html'>...Yesterday we went grocery shopping.  Next to the (whole) pineapples in the produce section, there was a gizmo that's supposed to core and spiral-cut your pineapple, leaving the entire outside (except the top, which you have to hack off first) intact.  We bought it, and a pineapple, just to see if it works. Product testing to follow - I will try and remember to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my Christmas tree is still standing in the living room, 80% undecorated.  It's starting to annoy me, but the thought of unpacking all the ornaments that are already put away to make room for the ones still on the tree annoys me more. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have had this song stuck in my head for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h24_zoqu4_Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h24_zoqu4_Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Britt and Jody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-6070065410287514226?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6070065410287514226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6070065410287514226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/6070065410287514226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-random.html' title='So much random'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-4824492640693437103</id><published>2010-01-03T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:57:19.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I bleed purple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://austinsthoughts.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/minnesota-vikings-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 300px;" src="http://austinsthoughts.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/minnesota-vikings-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Go Vikes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-4824492640693437103?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4824492640693437103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4824492640693437103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/4824492640693437103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/purple.html' title='I bleed purple!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-7886609610035145066</id><published>2010-01-02T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:31:48.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy eff, it's cold!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about asking my mom to babysit today so that I could ride the pony, since I haven't had time in about a week, but it's -20 out right now, and the high is supposed to be -2.  Fuhggedaboudit.  Zero degrees above zero is my cutoff!  Maybe tomorrow - the high is supposed to be 7 above, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I finally learned how to correctly fold a fitted sheet.  (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfBRS8NTDJ0"&gt;Thanks, YouTube!&lt;/a&gt;)  Our linen closet (if you can call it that - it's one shelf in the hall cabinet), was so jammed I couldn't fit one single solitary additional dishcloth in there.  And I had a friggin queen-size sheet to put away! so I yanked EVERYTHING out, refolded it all (thanks, YouTube!) and put back ONLY what we're actually using on the beds these days.  Which was less than half of what I pulled out. Everything else went into a box labeled (in my head) "Why the hell is this stuff taking up space in my house?"  I foresee a garage sale in my near (like, 4 or 5 months from now, when it's no longer 20 below) future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before (halfway through, actually) and after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz9l2LaolJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6KySGbKfIj0/s1600-h/DSCN1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz9l2LaolJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6KySGbKfIj0/s200/DSCN1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422164457829209234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz9ltTxWKcI/AAAAAAAAANs/fgoSlUBUM34/s1600-h/DSCN1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz9ltTxWKcI/AAAAAAAAANs/fgoSlUBUM34/s200/DSCN1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422164305453132226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH: Update on the bedding dilemma from yesterday.  The more I studied them, the more I liked the pirates, and when I showed Levi, he liked the pirates better, too.  And to seal the deal, J was looking over my shoulder and shrieked "Dat MY bed!!!" which had Levi and I rolling on the floor lauging. So I guess, pirates, it is.  PLUS, although the thought of paying $70 for a blanket kind of kills me, I found out that you can also get the comforter in this style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olivekids.com/photos/400/BD-PIRA-224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.olivekids.com/photos/400/BD-PIRA-224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, shaped corners to (theoretically) make the comforter lay nicely on the bed all the time.  I'm in love. Now to try and find one somewhere cheap. Or cheapER, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-7886609610035145066?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7886609610035145066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-eff-its-cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7886609610035145066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7886609610035145066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-eff-its-cold.html' title='Holy eff, it&apos;s cold!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz9l2LaolJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6KySGbKfIj0/s72-c/DSCN1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4473911193013373290.post-7246485898795045299</id><published>2010-01-01T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:23:12.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy being green</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random activity of the day: online window shopping for bedding, for Josh's eventual big-boy bed. Josh got a sage green blanket for Christmas, and his bed frame (in storage) is pale blond wood, so I'd *like* something that will coordinate with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many options!  Star Wars, Spongebob, Sesame Street...trucks, dinosaurs, space, robots, fish, jungles. Even John Deere-themed sheets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm having a love affair with both this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51zU1yrS9EL._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51zU1yrS9EL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51xPwYfowcL._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51xPwYfowcL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Safari animals vs. pirates...how will I ever decide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4473911193013373290-7246485898795045299?l=ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7246485898795045299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-easy-being-green.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7246485898795045299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4473911193013373290/posts/default/7246485898795045299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrowdedhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s not easy being green'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09797300562739988135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6Mh3Z61Xdo/Sz5KOHWOehI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0-u2oqwAws/S220/DSCN1024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
