<?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-3532102426763970365</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:29:26.909-07:00</updated><category term='Turbulence Training'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Fitness equipment'/><category term='Recipes/food'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6142251124536589926</id><published>2009-03-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:35:14.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alohaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>My dear sister-in-law just graduated with her Master's degree and has been working and going to school for years, without much of a vacation, except for down to our hometown to entertain my children whom adore her and vise-versa.  She decided to go to Hawaii for a 10 day vacation by herself.  Last week when she was here visiting for my daughter's 5th birthday she asked me if I wanted to Hawaii for a few days.  YES!!!  After much researching on airline tickets, and with the help of my dear sister who, in her other life, is a vacation planner, found tickets that had previously disappeared, and/or been jacked up $100-200 for the same flights.    My parents also contributed by giving me an early birthday present (cashola) and said I should do it.  My husband also gave his blessing, so when the ticket price mysteriously came back down to a good price I snatched it up!  So, I'm going to Hawaii in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my dear in-laws prayed over me last week, and since then my headaches have mostly disappeared (Thank you Lord!). &lt;br /&gt;Since we usually plan vacations about a year in advance, it hasn't really set in that I am actually going in just 2 short weeks.  I haven't really had the chance to get excited yet because it still feels like forever away.  The other day I scoured nearly every store in town looking for a few new things to take with me, but I had no luck.  A few days later I did pick up a new cute pair of jeans (not really what I need in Hawaii, but fun nonetheless).  I also got a cute top which will be perfect for Hawaii.  Otherwise I plan on living in my swimsuit, and a pair of shorts. &lt;br /&gt;So, I have 2 weeks to get myself in the best swimsuit shape possible!  Strangely, despite my poor diet and lack of working out for the last 7 weeks due to the headaches, I managed to lose weight, which is unheard of for me, but I'm thankful that I didn't totally blow it!&lt;br /&gt;If you're on facebook, I plan on updating while I'm in Hawaii with real time pictures of my view :)&lt;br /&gt;ALOHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-6142251124536589926?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6142251124536589926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6142251124536589926' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6142251124536589926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6142251124536589926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2009/03/alohaaaaaa.html' title='Alohaaaaaa'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-600541017758392047</id><published>2009-03-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:24:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabby Cat, and the new kitten</title><content type='html'>We've had our cat Daisy for nearly 10 years.  We got her when she was 8 weeks old, and have loved her dearly ever since.  She is a fantastic cat!  I've always loved cats, and after years of having just 1, I thought it might be fun to have 2 :)  .  Daisy used to be beside herself whenever we were gone for a weekend.  She would follow us around for days, meowing incessantly.  Also, if she thought she was alone in the house, she would howl and howl in the most pathetic way...you'd think someone was torturing her by the sounds of it. &lt;br /&gt;My husband is not a cat lover. However, after he agreed to get Daisy, he fell in love with her too.  Before agreeing to getting a cat he laid down ground rules saying "okay, you can get a cat, but it has to be an inside cat (as to not get dirty and bring in bugs and stuff from outside), I will NOT feed it, I will NOT change the kitty litter, and it may NOT sleep on the bed".  We brought Daisy home, and the first night he is feeding her, changing her kitty litter, AND she slept on the bed.  It's pretty much been that way ever since.  Daisy is spoiled, and whenever someone comes over they mention how fat she is.  We hardly notice because we are used to her fluffiness.  However, a recent visit to the vet confirmed that she was overweight. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've joked several times over the years about how Daisy needs a playmate, to which Steve has laughed and said NO.&lt;br /&gt;Last fall, I mentioned to Steve that I had seen a flier for a really cute kitten, and he asked questions (as if he might not say no).  Shortly after this he was going to be leaving for a week long class in Seattle.  I heard him telling someone about his trip and how he might come home to a new cat.  Hmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;So, while he was gone and the kids were in school I  went down to the local stray cat rescue and perused the kitties.  Long story short, I came home with a 6 month black kitty named Gabby.  Gabby thoroughly enjoys Daisy, but the feeling is not mutual.  For about a month after getting Gabby Daisy was MAD, and I mean completely out of character, totally pissed off kitty.  Growling when we picked her up, or petted her too long.  She refused to sleep on our bed anymore, and there were none of our nightly cuddles in bed.  I felt really bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus the kitten is a night owl, and likes to kneed everything and nuzzle your hands and try to get under the covers...all of this at ungodly hours of the night.  We had been locking her in our bathroom, which was working out fine until she starting trying to claw herself out. I really thought I was going to have to return her...it just wasn't working out.  Then we decided to lock her in the laundry room, which has worked out so much better. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gabby really enjoys chasing Daisy throughout the house!  They tear through the house, sliding around the kitchen like cartoon characters.  Usually this ends in Daisy growling and them swatting at eachother.  It's actually pretty comical.  Then they will lay next to each other by the fire and be just fine.  Daisy is back to sleeping with us and nightly cuddles, and in general is back to her old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, the funny thing is that she has lost 2 pounds!!!   All you need is someone to chase you (sprints) several times a day...and someone stealing your food while you are not around, and you too can lose weight.  I told Steve that this was a good workout plan, to which he volunteered to chase me around if I wanted.  To which I replied that I was pretty sure I could out run him, so maybe it would be a good workout plan for him.  I'll keep you updated on how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-600541017758392047?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/600541017758392047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=600541017758392047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/600541017758392047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/600541017758392047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2009/03/flabby-cat-and-new-kitten.html' title='Flabby Cat, and the new kitten'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7941055099986228017</id><published>2009-03-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:27:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What...I have a blog?!</title><content type='html'>Long time no see!  I can't believe it's been 2 months since my last post.  I'm sure I'm pretty much talking to myself now as anyone who was reading my blog has long since given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the last 2 months, I was doing great with my workouts and eating for a good 3 weeks, until I starting having pesky daily headaches.   This has pretty much derailed all workouts except for the 2 Pilates classes I teach each week.  It's no fun to run or do any cardio when you have a headache!  Still trying to figure out why I'm having headaches, but so far no luck. Very frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been thinking a lot about how to get everything done in life.  How do I work 27 hours a week, keep my house clean, spend time with God, cook healthy meals, read to my children and have quality time with them, workout, be a good wife, get enough sleep, AND keep my sanity?  Seriously, it is not possible to do it all!!  Every day I think about how I might be able to do better, but then I have a headache and all I want to do is sit...which pretty much cancels out all activities above.  I'm still working on the solution, but I think I've narrowed it down to the fact that I just need more energy.  I'm working on figuring out where to get it from.  More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really glad I'm not a type A personality who feels like everything needs to be perfect all the time, because that would be exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am REALLY looking into forward to warm weather and lots of sunshine!  I'm hoping both come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7941055099986228017?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7941055099986228017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7941055099986228017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7941055099986228017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7941055099986228017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2009/03/whati-have-blog.html' title='What...I have a blog?!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-4602544739759665644</id><published>2009-01-14T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:29:34.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brownies with a Difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.bodyforlife-tracker.com/contact.html"&gt;Rich Deem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many parents are hard pressed to explain to their youth why some music, movies, books, and magazines are not acceptable material for them to bring into the home or to listen to or see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;One parent came up with an original idea that is hard to refute. The father listened to all the reasons his children gave for wanting to see a particular PG-13 movie. It had their favorite actors. Everyone else was seeing it. Even church members said it was great. It was only rated PG-13 because of the suggestion of sex--they never really showed it. The language was pretty good--the Lord's name was only used in vain three times in the whole movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The teens did admit there was a scene where a building and a bunch of people were blown up, but the violence was just the normal stuff. It wasn't too bad. And, even if there were a few minor things, the special effects were fabulous and the plot was action packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, even with all the justifications the teens made for the PG-13 rating, the father still wouldn't give in. He didn't even give his children a satisfactory explanation for saying, "No." He just said, "No!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A little later on that evening the father asked his teens if they would like some brownies he had baked. He explained that he'd taken the family's favorite recipe and added a little something new. The children asked what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The father calmly replied that he had added dog poop. However, he quickly assured them, it was only a little bit. All other ingredients were gourmet quality and he had taken great care to bake the brownies at the precise temperature for the exact time. He was sure the brownies would be superb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even with their father's promise that the brownies were of almost perfect quality, the teens would not take any. The father acted surprised. After all, it was only one small part that was causing them to be so stubborn. He was certain they would hardly notice it. Still the teens held firm and would not try the brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The father then told his children how the movie they wanted to see was just like the brownies. Our minds lead us into believing that just a little bit of evil won't matter. But, the truth is even a little bit of poop makes the difference between a great treat and something disgusting and totally unacceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The father went on to explain that even though the movie industry would have us believe that most of today's movies are acceptable fare for adults and youth, they are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, when this father's children want to see something that is of questionable material, the father merely asks them if they would like some of his special dog poop brownies. That closes the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-4602544739759665644?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/4602544739759665644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=4602544739759665644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4602544739759665644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4602544739759665644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2009/01/brownies.html' title='Brownies...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3197221339447117467</id><published>2009-01-06T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:18:41.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the groove...</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better when I'm eating right and exercising!!  Why is it so hard to do this long term instead of thinking of it as a weight loss only goal, or a "diet".  I hate that word by the way.  I'm not on a diet.  I'm eating healthfully! &lt;br /&gt;So I started out slow yesterday, mostly because I wasn't quite sure what type of weight lifting/strengthening exercises I was going to do, so I just decided to do interval cardio.  I did 20 minutes on the stair mill.  I am so out of shape!!  I have a very strong core, but because I hadn't been doing consistent cardio, I was wiped out!  Today I was at the gym at 8am!  That might not seem like anything special to you, but that's a near miracle for me!  I did a bunch of lunges, push-ups, squats, overhead presses, plank, bird dog, some pilates (which felt a little strange in a corner of a gym), then cardio.  Unfortunately my fun watch/heart rate monitor is on the fritz and was only recording my heart rate for about 5 seconds out of every minute.  I'm going to have to check the battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am so very excited.  This Saturday I am going to my first running class in preparation for a 1/2 marathon and Pear Blossom run ( I think it's a 10k).  I have always enjoyed running, but my body seems to not enjoy it as much, as I always end up hurting in one place or another.  I figure this is from not having the right shoes and running on crowned roads...and probably starting out to hard (I'm not very patient).  Anyway, this class will be great as we are all beginners, and it will be good motivation to be running with others.  We'll see if I actually make it to the 1/2 marathon.  So far that is not really a goal, as I feel like I have a ton of other things on my plate right now, but we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I taught my first Pilates class for the community college.  There are 8 students (including my dear Mom).  I was SOO nervous as I kind of felt like an imposter pretending to be a Pilates instructor.  There is still so much I feel I have to learn.  Anyway, I had copious notes that I studied (so I wouldn't have to read them all to the class).  Since it is a college course, I felt like a proper introduction to Pilates was needed instead of just jumping into the exercises without any knowledge about the key principles.  After all the talking I did, we only had time for 1 exercise, Pelvic Curl, which is one of the warm-up exercises we do at the beginning of almost every class.  Tomorrow should be more fun as we delve into more exercises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3197221339447117467?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3197221339447117467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3197221339447117467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3197221339447117467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3197221339447117467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-groove.html' title='Back in the groove...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1514546312076718433</id><published>2009-01-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:27:48.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I am such a nut job.  My relationship with food is odd.  I do not consider myself an emotional eater, but once I am off the proverbial wagon, I am WAY off.  As in, let's eat every bad thing that is within reach because I know when the new year starts I'll start eating healthier.  I am going to start going back to the gym because this is what I am most consistent at.  Working out from home is good in theory, but I just have a hard time implementing it on a daily basis.  Plus, I think for me being home most of the day every day, getting out to go somewhere (even the gym) is exciting.  I'm actually looking forward to using the Stair Mill again (the machine with the rotating stairs)....it is my favorite cardio machine, and I've missed it these last several (8 or so) months.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I also start teaching a new Pilates class for the community college.  I'm trying to look forward to it...right now I'm just nervous and tired just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered the new book by Tom Venuto "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Body-Fat-Solution-Principles-Maintaining/dp/1583333290/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231129091&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Body Fat Solution: Five Principles for Burning Fat, Building Lean Muscles, Ending Emotional Eating, and Maintaining Your Perfect Weight&lt;/a&gt;".  Tom is a very well respected voice in the fitness industry, so I think it's going to be a useful tool.  I also ordered a Wii game called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Fitness-Coach-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B001H0RZX2"&gt;My Fitness Coach&lt;/a&gt;, which has gotten good reviews on Amazon, so I think it will be fun.  Have you noticed that I need a LOT of variety in my workouts.  Mostly though I just need to get my head in the game and think of this as life long healthy living, not a diet or a lose weight fast plan.  I just need to eat healthy and exercise.  How hard is that???  Seriously, for me it's 90% mental, and it takes a lot of focus to keep my head in the right place.  I wish I were one of those people who just craved vegetables, and loved drinking spinach smoothies, and loved to get up at o'dark thirty every morning to get a workout in.   I guess I just need to remind myself I'm worth it, and it's never going to be easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to eat the way I know I need to, not with any set diet plan or rules, but I did Body for Life long enough that I know what healthy eating consists of.  I won't be counting calories, but will attempt to eat 5-6 small meals a day consisting of about 250 calories each.  I need to drink WAY more water than I have been lately.  I will be having a free day once a week, because this keeps me sane and generally increases the likelihood of my success.  I will be doing interval cardio combine with some combination of Turbulence Training style weight lifting, as well as trying to get more Pilates in for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a specific weight I would like to get to, but more than that I need to decrease my body fat a LOT!  I bought new running shoes, which I hope to use on the days I can't make it to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1514546312076718433?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1514546312076718433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1514546312076718433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1514546312076718433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1514546312076718433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-tomorrow.html' title='Starting tomorrow...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6088764034496459271</id><published>2008-12-29T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:07:20.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time fun</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful Christmas, come and gone.  It's always amazing how fast it comes and goes.  I LOVE Christmas time, so it's tough for me to get back into the groove of working and doing chores!  This year was especially fun because I made a lot of things that I had never made before.  One day in September I called my mom and asked if she wanted to make rag quilts for my 2 kids and my niece and oldest nephew.  Neither of us had ever made one, but she knew how to sew, and really that's all there is too it.  We had a great time making the 4 quilts, although I think I got the better end of the deal, since I couldn't work on the quilts at my house since 2 of them were for my kids.  I didn't get pictures of the other 2 quilts yet, but here are the ones we made for Aaron and Maree.  We made them twin size.&lt;br /&gt;Maree's with high heel shoes and purses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQY2i8GKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6j3sgp4_dWw/s1600-h/100_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQY2i8GKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6j3sgp4_dWw/s320/100_3310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285344025585129634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Aarons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlTDo0fWxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IOtPPi7Kc8U/s1600-h/100_3313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlTDo0fWxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IOtPPi7Kc8U/s320/100_3313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285346959658277650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also made jar cookie mixes to give out to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQZ9V8V8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/XiZSIgOfZbM/s1600-h/100_3315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQZ9V8V8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/XiZSIgOfZbM/s320/100_3315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285344044589537218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for kicks I started making jewelry.  Who knew that could be so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQaTV0CvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A3nQXfXtGQ8/s1600-h/100_3317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQaTV0CvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A3nQXfXtGQ8/s320/100_3317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285344050494573298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was especially fun because of Aaron.  He just melted my heart, and I am so proud of the the little man he is becoming.  After he got his quilt, he was just so appreciative, and kept going on and on about how much he loved it.  He asked me how long it had taken, and just kept saying thank you.  He also told me that he was so glad I was his mommy....  *sniff sniff*.  Precious.  Then when he got to "open" the picture on his wall, he was just so cute.  &lt;br /&gt;I think with every gift he received he said "Thank you sooooo much"  with so much sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the big wall unveiling for those who haven't seen it on my Facebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84c3e88b41081c5e" 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://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84c3e88b41081c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992686%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6535680BE8E3E6FF64B9DA266A23E585CC7319E3.84368E5E2743252A3875618F68EBA77BB1FBEA50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84c3e88b41081c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-mjvthOTKDJDRlTbmoZIXaFcRf0&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://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84c3e88b41081c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992686%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6535680BE8E3E6FF64B9DA266A23E585CC7319E3.84368E5E2743252A3875618F68EBA77BB1FBEA50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84c3e88b41081c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-mjvthOTKDJDRlTbmoZIXaFcRf0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-6088764034496459271?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=84c3e88b41081c5e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6088764034496459271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6088764034496459271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6088764034496459271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6088764034496459271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-fun.html' title='Christmas time fun'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlQY2i8GKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6j3sgp4_dWw/s72-c/100_3310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-155495917829085055</id><published>2008-12-12T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:34:27.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates with Daddy</title><content type='html'>When Steve took Aaron hunting this year, he also promised Maree he would take her on a date when he returned.  Today is date day!! Maree is sooooooo excited to go on a date with her daddy.  She has chosen to go to Arby's because they have curley fries, and apparently those are "da bomb".  Everytime she talkes about her date, her little eyes light up, and she gets the cutest smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have been pretty busy around here.  Fortunately I am not feeling stressed, which is great.  I've been teaching a Pilates class Monday and Wednesday evenings, working, trying to get ready for Christmas, etc.  We have a lot of fun gifts planned this year...including this one for Aaron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SUKRpRE6rkI/AAAAAAAAANo/fu4URiqDpqI/s1600-h/IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SUKRpRE6rkI/AAAAAAAAANo/fu4URiqDpqI/s320/IMG_2066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278941851376332354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now under wraps until Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SUKSI2Mi1nI/AAAAAAAAANw/69ICHxeJSwQ/s1600-h/IMG_2069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SUKSI2Mi1nI/AAAAAAAAANw/69ICHxeJSwQ/s320/IMG_2069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278942393916380786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas will be SO fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-155495917829085055?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/155495917829085055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=155495917829085055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/155495917829085055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/155495917829085055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/12/dates-with-daddy.html' title='Dates with Daddy'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SUKRpRE6rkI/AAAAAAAAANo/fu4URiqDpqI/s72-c/IMG_2066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1427807923386154845</id><published>2008-11-24T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:53:42.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilates...again</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've been neglecting my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people have inquired about what I plan on doing with my Pilates certification.  I was planning on creating a cardio/pilates class as this is what I felt would be most beneficial for me.  And to be honest, a huge reason I decided to get certified in Pilates was so that I could do it too.  I have a hard time getting my cardio in at home, and I don't have a gym membership anymore (or at least they haven't been charging me, and I'm afraid if I go, they will realize they haven't been charging me...).    So, I thought doing a cardio (bootcamp style) followed by a Pilates mat class would be a great combo.  Anyway, I wanted to do a test group beforehand to make sure I could make it run smoothly and see how it went.  However, my Pilates instructor/studio owner asked me if I could teach a class starting next week...eeks!  A real class with paying customers!  So the cardio/Pilates class is on hold for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have any of you out there in the area to come take a class with me at Southern Oregon Pilates.  It will be on Mondays and Wednesdays at 6:30 starting on Dec. 1st.  It will run for 4 weeks only.  Then maybe I can start the cardio/Pilates class....but I have to find people to come to it and pay for it too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1427807923386154845?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1427807923386154845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1427807923386154845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1427807923386154845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1427807923386154845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/11/pilatesagain.html' title='Pilates...again'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5480812752977060220</id><published>2008-11-16T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:03:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilates</title><content type='html'>Today I had my final exam for my Pilates certification, and yeah, I passed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5480812752977060220?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5480812752977060220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5480812752977060220' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5480812752977060220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5480812752977060220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/11/pilates.html' title='Pilates'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7387683331679077525</id><published>2008-11-05T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:28:04.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on a soapbox today...</title><content type='html'>After watching the election coverage last night, and seeing the swarms of people standing outside the White house chanting for Obama, I couldn't help but to feel sorry for President Bush.  Today, while perusing the news I came across this article which really summed up all that I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122584386627599251.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7387683331679077525?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7387683331679077525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7387683331679077525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7387683331679077525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7387683331679077525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/11/standing-on-soapbox-today.html' title='Standing on a soapbox today...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8245968589377623706</id><published>2008-11-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:04:41.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Rage?</title><content type='html'>I was just perusing my favorite website to shop at ....&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; of course, and on their main page they have this article about the packaging of products.  As you fully understand, because the manufacturers of toys are relatives of Houdini, they like to make it as difficult and frustrating as possible to get the intended item out.  So much so, that they have named this frustration "Wrap Rage".  Yes, it has an official term.  Seems like everything has a diagnoses these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though I thought it was kind of silly that they coined a new phrase for the frustration we all feel (especially parents of small children) when trying to extrude a small toy from an ungodly amount of hermetically sealed plastic, metal twisty ties (twisted 47 times), and zip ties (12 of them on all body parts, corners, etc), it is SOOOOOO true.  The amount of packaging material that goes to waste on toys is obnoxious.  And trying to get some toys out of their packing is like trying to get gracefully put on a full body shaper/squeezer inner.&lt;br /&gt;Other companies (probably sister companies of the toy companies) have started marketing "Wrap Rage Cures"...which are essentially heavy duty scissors to combat against the packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Britain did a study and found that 67,000 people reported injuries from opening packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Amazon is a smart company.&lt;br /&gt;    "Amazon is working with leading manufacturers to deliver products inside smaller, easy-to-open, recyclable cardboard boxes with less packaging material (and no frustrating plastic clamshells or wire ties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen a company do something that made this much sense in a long time.  So refreshing that they are using common sense to help make their customers experience more pleasant, even though these are not their products.  Way to go Amazon, WAY TO GO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8245968589377623706?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8245968589377623706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8245968589377623706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8245968589377623706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8245968589377623706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/11/wrap-rage.html' title='Wrap Rage?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8625060551635778522</id><published>2008-11-01T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:18:11.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy time</title><content type='html'>Today has been a great day so far.  Got a great night of sleep, went to Pilates class, went to my parent's house to give them a short Pilates lesson/class.  Then went for some extended retail therapy.  I ended up buying only things for DH, and kids...although I did get myself some new underwear :)&lt;br /&gt;DH and the kids are at Grandma's ...DH and his Dad are working on a loft bed for Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and did some mandatory chores, internet surfing, then jumped on the new Wii game DH bought last night.  I've wanted this game since I saw the reviews for the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-Fitness-Ultimatum-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B001DDBBSS/ref=pd_bxgy_vg_img_b"&gt;Jillian Michaels Wii&lt;/a&gt; game got such bad reviews.  I really wanted a workout game for the Wii because to be honest Wii fit doesn't keep me occupied for very long.  There aren't a whole lot of options at this point, which is why I was really excited for the Jillian Michaels game to come out, but I'm so glad I didn't pre-order it from Ama*zon.  While seeing the awful reviews for the JM game, Ama*zon brought up the suggestion of this other game that had gotten way better reviews, called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Active-Life-Outdoor-Challenge-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B0013LTP5Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=videogames&amp;amp;qid=1225583788&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Active Life Outdoor Challenge&lt;/a&gt; .  In Outdoor challenge, there are a ton of different activities that you can play on your own or with a friend.  Last night Steve and I did a sprint competition together...HOLY COW we both plopped onto the couch totally out of breath.  He totally smoked me!  (I will practice in secret until I win!!) &lt;br /&gt;Today I put my heart rate monitor/calorie counter on just for kicks and did the "fitness" mode.  There is a marathon mode where you are running for 10 minutes.  I burned 100 calories doing that, then about another 100 doing various other shorter activities.  It was a LOT more fun than regular exercise, but it is definitely exercise!  My calves were burning during the marathon.  If you have a Wii I would totally recommend Outdoor Challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8625060551635778522?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8625060551635778522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8625060551635778522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8625060551635778522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8625060551635778522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommy-time.html' title='Mommy time'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1164851637288671787</id><published>2008-10-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:52:01.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good at math, but....</title><content type='html'>Today DH and I had some interesting and intellectually challenging conversation on the way to Costco.   You see, DH often thinks he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By often, I mean always.  And I must admit that he is knowledgeable in a lot of different things, in which I don't even pretend to have knowledge in.  Usually, if I don't know the answer I say "I don't know" whereas DH usually pulls some retarded answer out of his....well you know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the car Aaron asks if more air came out of the vent when it was on high vs low, to which I said yes, and DH says no.  DH proceeded to fervently argue his case giving analogies about pipes and water and the like.  I, however, believed that if the fan was pushing air out at a faster rate, then of course, more air would be coming out.  DH continued to disagree wholeheartedly, and starting talking about molecules, and other technical sounding information, at which point I knew his theory was faltering and he was just trying to talk big in order to try to confuse me.  This probably works for him in some cases.  Anyway, after having this conversation we went straight into the following one...&lt;br /&gt;We've been considering areas in our budget that we could cut back on or cut out in order to save more money.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  maybe we could cut out the bug spraying (we get the outside of our house sprayed every 2 months to avoid bugs coming in the house...DH hates ants and I hate spiders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That would save about $300 (it's $54 every 2 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH:  Um, I beg to differ...it would be more like $600 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I'm thinking...well I know I'm bad at math, but I'm pretty sure it's $300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Um, no if it's $54 every 2 months or every other month, wouldn't that be $300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH:  No, it's $600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  huh?  How do your figure, if it's about $50 x 6 months, 5x6=30....that's $300 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH:  No.... say we start in January, that would be $50 (for simplicity's sake), then in March, if we're adding, it would be $100, then in May it would be $150, then in July it's $200....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm laughing inside because I know I'm right and when DH gets to the end of his brilliant example that he is going to see the error of his ways, and it is going to be sweet victory for me...  whaahaahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH continues:  then in September it will be $250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he's still counting, he must know that he is wrong by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH continues:  then in November it will be $300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Haahhaaahhaaaahaaa......brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's small victories such as this that keep me going :)  He will not live this one down....for a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by "very long time", I mean probably not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1164851637288671787?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1164851637288671787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1164851637288671787' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1164851637288671787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1164851637288671787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-good-at-math-but.html' title='I&apos;m not good at math, but....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8869433953337692362</id><published>2008-10-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:32:25.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm, choosing your battles...with your kids...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after church we went out for a late breakfast.  I love breakfast foods!!  However, it is often hard to go out to eat and have anything close to a healthy breakfast.  Anyway, we went to the Black Bear diner, which has notoriously HUGE portion sizes.  I ordered an egg beater omelet thinking that would be healthier than the 3 egg omelet.  However, I was sorely disappointed when it arrived as there was butter or some other oil oozing out of every crevice.  So, what did I proceed to do.  Spread butter and jam on my big 'ol biscuit and enjoy every bite :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the title of this post.  My dear 4 1/2 year old daughter is not much of an eater.  She eats like a bird.  She loves ham though, so I ordered her a breakfast sandwich, which came with eggs (not her favorite), cheese (mostly okay), and ham (favorite) on an english muffin (she loves bread like her mother).  However, she was about as enthused with her sandwich as I was with my omelet.  After I cut it up for her, and she had maybe 2 bites of ham, I looked over and she is munching away on the small piece of kale garnish they had on the plate.  Dear husband was getting irritated at her because she wasn't eating her breakfast, and I'm thinking, well at least she's getting some great nutrients in.  She proceeded to eat everyone's garnish off their plates.  She also ate all the strawberries off the small bowl of fruit that had come with her meal. So all in all, she had a very nutritious, if not darn right healthy meal.  Maybe I should order like her.  I'll take the garnish and the fruit, hold the meal......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8869433953337692362?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8869433953337692362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8869433953337692362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8869433953337692362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8869433953337692362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmmm-chosing-your-battleswith-your.html' title='Hmmmm, choosing your battles...with your kids...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7639071909111952715</id><published>2008-10-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:00:17.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>What I find baffling and something that has to be involved in someone's conspiracy theory is the fact that the batteries in smoke detectors ONLY GO OUT AT NIGHT.  I think there is some sensor that senses the increased CO2 when you are in bed sleeping and then they beep.  I've had many-a-smoke detector start beeping in the middle of the night...not to alert of some disastrous fire, but to alert you that the battery MUST be changed right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had been laying in bed no more than 4 1/2 minutes when the first beep sounded.  Dear husband was already fast asleep as he had gone to bed earlier.  He didn't stir, so I say "babe, the smoke detector just beeped".  He says, "I know, I heard it".   I'm thinking he was going to pretend he didn't hear it, hope it had been a bad dream, and pray that it didn't beep again.  However, he got up, I turned the light on, and he gets the ottoman that's in our room to have a look at the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, it's attached to the house electricity as a back-up, so the battery is really only in case the power goes out.   We've lived in our house 4 years and never changed any batteries.....did you know it recommends testing the unit WEEKLY??    Really, who does that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he had a hard time getting the unit back on after changing the battery...turns out there is a special compartment on the top of the unit, and you don't have to take it off the ceiling to get to the battery...things you learn after you take the unit off the ceiling.  So he goes to get the step ladder from the garage, gets the unit attached to the ceiling, he puts the step ladder away, we turn the lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights go on, out he goes to get the step ladder, he fidgets with the unit again, tries to read the directions, puts the unit back on the ceiling, takes the step ladder back out to the garage, gets in bed.  Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later.  BEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat above steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advise hubby not to put step ladder away until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we notice that the unit is blinking red instead of green like the rest of them in our house.  It is blinking red about every 10 seconds.  The directions state that if the unit blinks once a minute or 4 times that there is wrong with this or that...it says nothing about continual blinking every 10 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter laptop to google stupid fire detector...discover we are not the only ones with this particular unit who have had this problem.  Meanwhile dear husband is still fidgeting with the unit, and thinks he has fixed the problem.  He once again reattaches the unit to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took 45 minutes in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there was no additional beeping in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  hubby bought batteries to replace the rest of the detectors in our house in order to avoid any additional night time disturbances....they aren't in yet...so there is always tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7639071909111952715?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7639071909111952715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7639071909111952715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7639071909111952715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7639071909111952715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/10/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7314171022163760406</id><published>2008-10-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:00:35.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective Attention Deficit Disorder</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, I have just diagnosed myself with S.A.D.D., Selective Attention Deficit Disorder.  Last week I got this email from my mother-in-law....have a look&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-605329634d369ff8" 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://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D605329634d369ff8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992686%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D610B7CB1A02AA422AE462197B835A650EEAAAEC1.2E690B4E3887603AD5CF53E9A2F7C13AC6AEF58D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D605329634d369ff8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_s08cOBaVQZJCfkDMOI-aQseocc&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://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D605329634d369ff8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992686%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D610B7CB1A02AA422AE462197B835A650EEAAAEC1.2E690B4E3887603AD5CF53E9A2F7C13AC6AEF58D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D605329634d369ff8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_s08cOBaVQZJCfkDMOI-aQseocc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch the video?  Don't skip ahead.  Okay, so you've watched it.  Did you see it?  I didn't see it ...not even the second time around.  How sad is that.  I couldn't figure out what the audience was laughing about.  I guess I can pride myself in being extremely focused!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was trying to find that video online, I came across this one...have a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is that even though I knew what to expect, I was still diligent about counting the number of passes, and I totally missed the character moonwalking.  Yes folks, I have S.A.D.D, and I might need to be medicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coffee ought to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7314171022163760406?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=605329634d369ff8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7314171022163760406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7314171022163760406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7314171022163760406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7314171022163760406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/10/selective-attention-deficit-disorder.html' title='Selective Attention Deficit Disorder'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2141681642170342589</id><published>2008-09-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:59:19.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta daaaaa</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone with my dear sister this morning, also making a birthday cake for my son's 7th birthday.  The kids were playing "Indiana Jones"...not a single fight, cry, or whine for a solid hour..it was delightful.  So I walk into my bedroom to check my email, and this is what I find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SNPLbx1weuI/AAAAAAAAANc/yCAz8Cqmjgc/s1600-h/100_3219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SNPLbx1weuI/AAAAAAAAANc/yCAz8Cqmjgc/s320/100_3219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247761668912478946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just laughed...notice he had the red ottoman as a safety net ..safety first.  He says that Indiana Jones has to know how to hang...which is true!  Then he gets down and looks at himself in the mirror and says, "Wow, Mom, look at my muscles...they look like grown up muscles".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2141681642170342589?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2141681642170342589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2141681642170342589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2141681642170342589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2141681642170342589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/09/ta-daaaaa.html' title='Ta daaaaa'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SNPLbx1weuI/AAAAAAAAANc/yCAz8Cqmjgc/s72-c/100_3219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5916078414330271222</id><published>2008-09-18T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:30:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned before that hubby and I enjoy playing Faceb*ook games against eachother.  For a while we were playing "Scrabulous", which was just like Scrabble, but it wasn't licensed by Has*bro so it got removed.  Prior to it's demise I won every single game against Steve.  Then it left and we had to find a new game.  So lately we've been playing "Scramble", which is just like Boggle. The other night we tried playing the real live version on the kitchen table, but it was too slow to have to write each word down....I can type way faster!!  So anyway, we've been playing a couple of games a scramble a day, and I have won every single one.  He has not one a single match...not one.  We've played 36 matches (5 rounds each).  So last night we were playing, and he mentioned that he just wanted to win ONE match...then he would quit playing forever being satisfied in winning just one.  Suddenly he squeals with delight saying "I won, HA, I finally won" and on and on he went gloating in his success.  I was currently finishing another match we had going one, so after I finished I went and looked at the score page.  As usual, every match listed me as the winner.  So I asked Steve were he saw that he won.  He says "well it must not have updated yet".  Well, 12 hours later it still hasn't "updated".  Steve thinks it's a conspiracy against him.  He swears the computer told him he won.  Evil computer! I think his eyes/brain were playing tricks on him....poor guy.  Maybe next time honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5916078414330271222?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5916078414330271222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5916078414330271222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5916078414330271222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5916078414330271222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/09/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-258106531878277995</id><published>2008-09-16T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:15:14.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion can be so weird</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think fashion designers are only out for the shock value.  How is it possible that people would actually wear some of these things...take this for example.  Will this come in handy when riding a motorcycle...perhaps...because it matches her dress, which is important.  Or maybe it's a new diet plan, almost like a chastity belt...if you can't reach your mouth, you cannot eat.  Maybe it's so you can "drive by braille" and pretend you are pacman??  Will you be able to fend off aliens?  Does your ipod hook up to it for a surround sound effect??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080916/capt.66db0e1a13834060992c77d3af2494cd.britain_london_fashion_week_lkw132.jpg?x=254&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=A5_o4ZQ6KAaonStveyS1CQ--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080916/capt.66db0e1a13834060992c77d3af2494cd.britain_london_fashion_week_lkw132.jpg?x=254&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=A5_o4ZQ6KAaonStveyS1CQ--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or how about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080916/capt.31b0254e113f47d2806488c30da5591d.britain_london_fashion_week_lkw124.jpg?x=217&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=0FBXgMH_V.ZE16czqJdWzA--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080916/capt.31b0254e113f47d2806488c30da5591d.britain_london_fashion_week_lkw124.jpg?x=217&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=0FBXgMH_V.ZE16czqJdWzA--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like a girly Darth Vador...I wonder if it comes with a voice changer??  Probably wouldn't be safe to wear while driving...just a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080916/capt.3df4cfad5a0742e2a1cfa97778537162.britain_london_fashion_week_lkw130.jpg?x=235&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=PdVckL5LsYVMwdgOOhPtUA--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080916/capt.3df4cfad5a0742e2a1cfa97778537162.britain_london_fashion_week_lkw130.jpg?x=235&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=PdVckL5LsYVMwdgOOhPtUA--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is one floppy eared wabbit.  Or maybe it's a rain catcher so you don't have to carry around bottled water...you'd just need one VERY long straw to reach the bottom of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strange...so very very strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kristen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-258106531878277995?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/258106531878277995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=258106531878277995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/258106531878277995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/258106531878277995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/09/fashion-can-be-so-weird.html' title='Fashion can be so weird'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7258956796433723247</id><published>2008-09-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:27:13.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I standing straighter yet?</title><content type='html'>The last 4 days have been filled with anatomy lessons, Pilates demonstration, and actually doing Pilates moves.  I had NO idea that the certification I was getting was as in depth as it is....which I am thrilled about.  The faculty member from BASI (Body Arts and Science International) that we had, Meredith, was incredibly smart and really knew her stuff.  She had a beautiful Pilates body and performed the exercises with perfection.  We went from the basic mat moves on Thursday to the advanced moves today...wow, that was challenging!!  In the next month I need to memorize each exercise, what muscles it focuses on, what the objectives of the exercise are, and how to make sure my students (and myself) are doing it correctly, and how to cue them to do so.  I feel like I am getting a degree in Pilates.  Did you know that you can get "certified" in Pilates for $49.99 in just 45 minutes online....seriously, I just looked.  After learning what I have in the last 4 days, that is just really scary.  You can really hurt yourself and your clients if you do not know how to do the exercises correctly.  Oh, and I'm not done yet, I still have to do observation hours, student teaching hours, and I have a practical test to pass in October....and I'm only getting certified to teach mat classes.  Anyway, I've got a lot of work to do, and a lot of practice too.  I am recruiting friends to be my Pilates guinea pigs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting up straighter today though...doing Pilates makes you so much more aware of your posture and how you are carrying your body...always a good thing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7258956796433723247?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7258956796433723247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7258956796433723247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7258956796433723247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7258956796433723247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-standing-straighter-yet.html' title='Am I standing straighter yet?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8872706356812733406</id><published>2008-09-09T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:13:08.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>First of all:  Note to self; do not shut the car hatch while your head is in the way.  It hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:  Have you ever noticed bumper stickers seem to be attracted only to crappy cars?  Why is that?  Ever seen a Jaguar, BMW, Lexus etc.,  with a ton of bumper stickers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third:  It's a lot easier to get up early if you go to bed early.  Duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8872706356812733406?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8872706356812733406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8872706356812733406' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8872706356812733406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8872706356812733406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3394464713509275885</id><published>2008-09-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:30:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delinquent</title><content type='html'>So sorry I've been slacking on the blog front.  My mind is too consumed with my current schedule and all free time is used by getting kids ready for school, picking them up, chores, and beating my husband at Facebook games (insert evil laugh here).  As you all know, school started on Tuesday, which catapulted me into a new crazy routine that is so unfamiliar to me that I've actually seen my head spinning and come to a complete stand still mid sentence.  You see, the last several years of my life have been relatively leisurely.  If I had two events scheduled in one day it was a busy day. I slept in most days, usually had a full hour to enjoy my coffee and breakfast while perusing all my favorite websites before having to start work or do anything important really. That all changed on Tuesday!!  Now, I wake up to an alarm clock (haven't done so in about 4 years).  I have several time-sensitive events happening every day, sandwiched between working, sandwiched between coaching 8th grade volleyball.  Next week in the midst of the already scheduled events, I also start my Pilates certification classes.  Mind you, I'm not complaining...I'm enjoying it so far, it's just a huge change...and I guess that's my excuse for not blogging.  At least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3394464713509275885?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3394464713509275885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3394464713509275885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3394464713509275885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3394464713509275885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/09/delinquent.html' title='Delinquent'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7948531798835650248</id><published>2008-08-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:22:57.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the UPS man....and my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SLYHYEPQDJI/AAAAAAAAANE/GVYArN83UHU/s1600-h/img_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SLYHYEPQDJI/AAAAAAAAANE/GVYArN83UHU/s400/img_1618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239383326528113810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SLYKaSIHrnI/AAAAAAAAANU/yNvWcwJD8QA/s1600-h/img_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SLYKaSIHrnI/AAAAAAAAANU/yNvWcwJD8QA/s400/img_1619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239386663150923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it speaks for itself.  Except for the fact that I was not suppose to know it came, and it was suppose to remain hidden until dear husband goes for a week long hunting trip in a month with my son and other boys...err...men from our extended family.  Oh well :)  Guess he'll have to think of something else to pamper and butter me up with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you babe!  Thanks for the goodies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7948531798835650248?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7948531798835650248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7948531798835650248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7948531798835650248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7948531798835650248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-ups-manand-my-husband.html' title='Love the UPS man....and my husband'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SLYHYEPQDJI/AAAAAAAAANE/GVYArN83UHU/s72-c/img_1618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8909878194527514260</id><published>2008-08-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:38:44.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week</title><content type='html'>Wow, a lot has happened in the last week.  Last Saturday morning, my dear son started complaining of a bad headache.  I had a lot to do that day including pre-baby pedicures with my dear sister and friends...then some other errands to run.  That evening Aaron looked miserable with what appeared to be a migraine and a fever.  I was concerned so I spoke with the pediatrician on call, and she wanted to draw labs and see him at the hospital.  Of course, as is one of my fears as a former pediatric nurse, as soon as the doctor came in, Aaron was chatty and smiley and looked fine.  However, at midnight the doctor called and said Aaron's labs did not look good, and we would need to re-draw them in the morning.  Anywho, he had his labs drawn again, we talked to the on-call  pediatrician multiple times, and by Monday he was looking pretty good but Aaron's regular pediatrician wanted to see him.  This was NOT in the plan as the doctor wanted to see him at 10, and Kelly's c-section was scheduled for 12:30, and I still needed to run some errands.  After waiting in the doctor's office for quite a while (since they had squeezed us in)  I got a call from my MIL stating that my dear sister's scheduled c-section had been moved from 12:30 to 11....it was 10:45.  We still had to go get labs drawn, which, conveniently, was right across the street from the family birth center at the hospital.  I called my husband at work and asked if he could come be with Aaron, so I could make it to the birth of my new niece or nephew (it was a surprise).  His work is about 20 minutes away, but I think he made in 15! Luckily dear Aaron was so brave for all the blood draws...never cried, never moved his little arm.  Such a trooper!  So Steve made it just as they were done drawing blood, and I literally ran out of the building, across the street, to the family birth center.  Luckily hospital schedules always run a bit behind, so I was able to see Kelly and her cute pregnant belly one last time.  At 12:10 little Benjamin Levi was welcomed into the world.  The plan was for me to stay the night with Kelly in the hospital to help her out since I'm also a former OB nurse, and I don't snore :)  .  Steve called at about 8:30 pm to say Aaron had been crying for me....so I headed home to see how he was doing, thinking I might not be able to stay with Kelly if Aaron was not doing well again....luckily when I got home all the lights were off and Aaron was in bed with Steve.  I gave him a hug, got him to laugh, and I knew he would be okay, so I headed back to the hospital.  So then we had a couple of days of everyone recovering, Aaron from this crazy virus, me from lack of sleep, etc.  Friday Aaron had his last lab draw and everything seemed to be back to normal.  Little did I know.......&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I woke up with a terrible sore throat.  I gargled some salt water, and told myself it was nothing.  Steve and I had been invited to a World of Wines event at a local vineyard, and I'd spent hours shopping and deciding what to wear to this event.  I was really excited and nothing was going to stop me from going.  I felt pretty good during the day, so off we went to the winery.  All was well for the first few hours, but then I was standing there and things started to sound far away, and my vision got darker and I started to see stars. Mind you, this was NOT from drinking wine.  Steve and I sat for the remainder of our time there.  Which was a bummer because we had only made it through the white wines....we hadn't even started with the reds yet.  But, it was not meant to be.  We made it home and I crashed into bed with the chills and a worsening sore throat.  Sunday after not eating and having a terrible time swallowing, we went to urgent care and I was diagnosed with strep throat.  I was actually relieved because that meant they could start treating it pronto.  So yesterday I was in bed ALL day.  Today I am feeling a little better but am laying low....Aaron said he would take care of Maree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note...things my kids said this week that I thought were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing a fashion show of the 5 dresses I was trying to decide between for the wine event.  I came out in one and the kids were oooooing and aaahhhing, and then I mentioned that I didn't really have shoes to go with that particular dress and Aaron says "Mom, I don't think they're going to be looking at your shoes". &lt;br /&gt;So next Tuesday Maree will be starting pre-school, which she is really excited about.  However, she calls it "pretty-school".  I wonder what she thinks she'll be learning there........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8909878194527514260?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8909878194527514260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8909878194527514260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8909878194527514260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8909878194527514260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-week.html' title='Long week'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7921623482866415639</id><published>2008-08-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:46:20.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heebee jeebees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SKRgknZzzZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/imYYNcR3fIA/s1600-h/img_1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SKRgknZzzZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/imYYNcR3fIA/s400/img_1617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234414849080151442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked out my back window today and noticed this beauty..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7921623482866415639?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7921623482866415639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7921623482866415639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7921623482866415639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7921623482866415639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/heebee-jeebees.html' title='Heebee jeebees'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SKRgknZzzZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/imYYNcR3fIA/s72-c/img_1617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2502378692626496157</id><published>2008-08-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:57:35.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Affair...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, been neglecting my blog... been having too much fun on Facebook......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2502378692626496157?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2502378692626496157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2502378692626496157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2502378692626496157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2502378692626496157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/affair.html' title='Affair...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2864503993111364040</id><published>2008-08-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:14:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>Things that have happened in the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Worked out once...goal is to workout 4x this week!&lt;br /&gt;*Sister-in-law was down to visit which means Maree was gone from Wednesday night to Sunday afternoon...although we saw her on several occasions&lt;br /&gt;*Had a fantastic wedding day brunch with a bride-to-be, who is also a close family friend&lt;br /&gt;*A fun outdoor wedding where we got to see a lot of people we haven't seen in years&lt;br /&gt;*Had visitors from out of town (college friend) whom I haven't seen in 2 years&lt;br /&gt;*Aaron learned to tie his shoes&lt;br /&gt;*Aaron lost another tooth (that's 4 missing currently)&lt;br /&gt;*Yard work&lt;br /&gt;*Pizza visiting with sister and family&lt;br /&gt;*Got a new office chair and a new mouse, which will hopefully make working more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;....that reminds me, it's time for me to get to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2864503993111364040?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2864503993111364040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2864503993111364040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2864503993111364040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2864503993111364040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A little bit of everything'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6776654954173475339</id><published>2008-08-04T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:40:17.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage sale recovery</title><content type='html'>I am still recovering from my garage sale adventures on Friday and Saturday.  I had NO idea how much work they would be.  My parents were an amazing help on Friday...really couldn't have done it without them.  We did pretty good, and got rid of a large chunk of our stuff.  The rest I am either selling on craigs*list or taking to charity, so hopefully by the end of the week my garage will be nice and clean!  I can park my car in it, so I figure that is a good accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big perk in it all was the kid's lemonade stand.  My dad brought over a canopy to provide some shade for us to sit under, so I set the kids up under that, and we made signs for the prices of everything (strawberry lemonade, chips, cookies, muffins, coffee), including a sign that said "Disneyland Vacation Fund"...since that is where all the money was going.  Maree was a great little salesperson, and since she was dressed as Belle, she was nearly irresistible.   My Dad asked Maree if he could buy a bag of chips and asked how much they were, and she says "Five dollas"  not dollaRs because she doesn't say her "r"s.  My Dad said something to the effect of "boy, that's steep", and she says "Okay, how 'bout 6 dollas".  They ended up making.....get ready for it....you won't believe it....ninety-six dollars!! She's got a career in sales coming! I think I might make them start paying rent...have them sit out on the corner every weekend and sell lemonade and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w216.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w216.photobucket.com/albums/cc251/skballew/a4910e9c.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i216.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc251/skballew/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a4910e9c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&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/3532102426763970365-6776654954173475339?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6776654954173475339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6776654954173475339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6776654954173475339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6776654954173475339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/garage-sale-recovery.html' title='Garage sale recovery'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8689209426245470794</id><published>2008-08-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:29:54.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SJcgX9J7X7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ivSiGZNCwd8/s1600-h/img_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SJcgX9J7X7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ivSiGZNCwd8/s320/img_1606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230685088139403186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my morning cup of coffee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8689209426245470794?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8689209426245470794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8689209426245470794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8689209426245470794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8689209426245470794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew.html' title='Whew!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SJcgX9J7X7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ivSiGZNCwd8/s72-c/img_1606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2471678894450038220</id><published>2008-08-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:26:01.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEKKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SJYiS_w-BCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C4sA9fwRmbA/s1600-h/img_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SJYiS_w-BCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C4sA9fwRmbA/s320/img_1605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230405726987224098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guts of the espresso machine.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2471678894450038220?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2471678894450038220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2471678894450038220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2471678894450038220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2471678894450038220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/eekks.html' title='EEKKS'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SJYiS_w-BCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C4sA9fwRmbA/s72-c/img_1605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1931155489983236940</id><published>2008-08-03T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:23:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lord....</title><content type='html'>....please please please let my dear husband be able to put the espresso machine back together, as it is currently gutted :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1931155489983236940?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1931155489983236940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1931155489983236940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1931155489983236940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1931155489983236940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-lord.html' title='Dear Lord....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2268515519503943688</id><published>2008-07-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:26:18.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big one a big one..</title><content type='html'>Maree wanted me to blow up a balloon for her to play with.....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm retarded and can't turn it the right way..grab your monitor and turn it counter clockwise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8050342747681595711&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2268515519503943688?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2268515519503943688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2268515519503943688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2268515519503943688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2268515519503943688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-one-big-one.html' title='A big one a big one..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5901770740141992229</id><published>2008-07-29T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:59:41.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Mourning....</title><content type='html'>Do you ever finish a great book or series of books, and mourn a little when you get to the end of the story.  You get so wrapped up in the character's lives, the story, and then you hit the last page, and it's over.  Never to know what else happened with these people you've become so close to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the best thing happened today.  I finished a GREAT Trilogy (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Black-Red-White-Circle-Trilogy/dp/1595545328/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217393008&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;The Circle Trilogy by Ted Dekker&lt;/a&gt;)...which happened to be in one huge 1182 page, hardcover book....and then I  got to the epilogue and discovered that there are SEVEN more books in the series..now known as "The Books of Histories Chronicles".  Woohooo!!!  I'm so excited!  I'm going to make a run to the book store tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5901770740141992229?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5901770740141992229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5901770740141992229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5901770740141992229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5901770740141992229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-mourning.html' title='In Mourning....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3631357427642998199</id><published>2008-07-28T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:13:27.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint hint</title><content type='html'>If you've followed this blog for any length of time (I think that would make 2 of you), then you know that my dear husband tends to buy me things if I mention that I want them.  This takes out the "what do I buy my wife" conundrum that often overtakes men's minds when birthdays, Christmas, and other holidays are just around the corner.  Sometimes he just can't help himself and he buys these things when there are no such holidays coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I mention this, you ask?  To make a long story short, I have samples of this great product from &lt;a href="http://www.philosophy.com/web/store/shop_10001_-1_10001"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;  called &lt;a href="http://www.philosophy.com/web/store/prod_amazing-grace-shower-gel____34051__25692"&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/a&gt; bath and shower gel.  I really like the smell, even though it's not my all-time-favorite-shower-product-I've-ever-used.  However, dear husband REALLY likes it...as in bacon to a dog likes it...as in cat to catnip likes it, as in lays in bed and sniffs my arm likes it.  So honey, this is for you since you asked where you could buy it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to buy it for me, which I would be eversoappreciativeof, then this is what I would love &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2896866?refsid=234719&amp;amp;refcat=0%7e2377897%7e2377898%7e2381366%7e2381370&amp;amp;SourceID=1&amp;amp;SlotID=1&amp;amp;origin=coordinating"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Philosophy-AMAZING-GRACE-Shower-Fragrance-Lotion-Set_W0QQitemZ230245825785QQihZ013QQcategoryZ31754QQrdZ1QQssPageNameZWD1VQQcmdZViewItemQQ_trksidZp1638Q2em118Q2el1247"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;  or if you're quick...maybe &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Philosophy-Amazing-Grace-Gift-Set-6-pieces_W0QQitemZ130240806194QQihZ003QQcategoryZ78071QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3631357427642998199?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3631357427642998199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3631357427642998199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3631357427642998199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3631357427642998199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/hint-hint.html' title='Hint hint'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-4036869723175263964</id><published>2008-07-27T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:11:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just  because</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here is the full speed version of the video the other day....some thought the slow-mo was a tad creepy.  This will bring a smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-X6oHU9urOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-X6oHU9urOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3532102426763970365-4036869723175263964?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/4036869723175263964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=4036869723175263964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4036869723175263964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4036869723175263964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-because.html' title='Just  because'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1292444220413551637</id><published>2008-07-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:24:53.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning in July</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I guess I'm a little late with the Spring cleaning, and I'm not pregnant so nesting is out of the question!  On Friday, Steve informed me that "we" needed to clean the garage out.  This was not the most exciting thing I could think of doing on a Saturday afternoon!!  Needless to say, we got so much accomplished yesterday!!  I wish I had a before picture of the garage.  We have these 2 long huge shelves that Steve built when we moved into the house, and they had boxes and bins galore...mixed with all kinds of other stuff.  Next to those shelves there was an oozing of other stuff that wouldn't fit on the shelves so it just sat on the ground and moved like an amoeba closer and closer to my parking space.  Costco toilet paper, paper towels, kids bikes, scooters, too small kids clothes, worn out toys, shoes, soda, and other stuff that couldn't find a good home all threatened to overtake my brand new car.  I decided to start with the gazillion shoes we had in the garage.  You know the ones that my dear mother-in-law organizes ever so often.  Well, there were shoes in there that I haven't even seen for a good 2 years.  What had started as a place to kick your shoes as to not wear them in the house had become a graveyard for abandoned shoes.  I probably discarded about 50 pairs of shoes.  After looking at the pile of unwanted shoes, I decided I needed to have a garage sale.  Steve wanted to take everything down to our local charity (he doesn't like garage sales), but there was SO much that I decided I would have a garage sale by myself (Steve will be working).  We are saving for a trip to Disneyland next year, so this will hopefully provide a nice chunk of change.  So now my garage is very clean on the shelf side, since we moved all the garage sale stuff to the other side of the garage.  We also cleaned out our linen closet where I still had crib sheets from Maree...she's been in a big girl bed for at least a year now!  We cleaned out the cabinet next to the lined closet which housed slew of sewing paraphernalia (I don't sew) that my Mom had let me borrow in the hopes that I might learn.  I used them to make baby burp rags, and 1 skirt..then gave up on my sewing endeavors. Anyway, I'm so pleased that all the doors now close all the way, and that there is a ton of room for other things that can't quite find a good home, like the 1000 picture frames I have....oye!&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted today..I think the cleaning took about 10 hours!  Plus I didn't sleep well because I think I had 8 shots of coffee throughout the day yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1292444220413551637?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1292444220413551637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1292444220413551637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1292444220413551637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1292444220413551637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/spring-cleaning-in-july.html' title='Spring cleaning in July'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-606594100918637273</id><published>2008-07-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:44:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same 'ole, same 'ole</title><content type='html'>Nothing blogworthy has stuck out this week.  However, I don't want to fall into the "abandoned blog" category, so I thought I'd give you something to watch that is both hilarious, and slightly disturbing...&lt;br /&gt;hint..it's in slo-mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPIO4YtKrtY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPIO4YtKrtY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-606594100918637273?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/606594100918637273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=606594100918637273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/606594100918637273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/606594100918637273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/same-ole-same-ole.html' title='Same &apos;ole, same &apos;ole'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1035666150890464227</id><published>2008-07-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:50:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone fishing....</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had the pleasure of meeting some friends at a nearby lake, borrowing their parent's pontoon boat, and fishing on the lake.  We had such a great time because the fish were biting like crazy, and they were small fish, so the kids could easily reel them in.  We threw them all back, but it was still a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we decided to go back to the lake and fish off the shore. &lt;a href="http://yanknkiwi.blogspot.com/"&gt;My parents &lt;/a&gt;were in need of some fresh air :), so they joined us.  They didn't know &lt;a href="http://wardragon65.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; had ideas about breaking trail and 4x4'ing through the woods over red clay dusk that thoroughly coated their white car (since they were following).  They were troopers through, and we it was quite an adventure!  Mom and Dad had decided not to fish on this trip, and were just going to relax (mom), and help the kids with their fishing endeavors (dad).    We immediately noticed that the fish were not quite as voracious as they were last weekend...probably because of our location.  We were just using worms as bait, but Dad thought I should try one of our fancy/pretty new lures.  Since I'm a fishing amateur I have no idea what difference any of those things make.  Dad set me up with a lure and the first cast I got hung up on some rocks (there were a lot of rocks).  I handed the fishing pole to Dad because I didn't want to keep getting stuck on the rocks.  Well, this is what Dad found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SIUCxXcmwQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K6DwgeBDPek/s1600-h/img_1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SIUCxXcmwQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K6DwgeBDPek/s200/img_1577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225585989764169986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, notice the bend in the pole and the splash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SIUDUaicCzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EFWHcooY1bg/s1600-h/img_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SIUDUaicCzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EFWHcooY1bg/s200/img_1579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225586591889361714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, it's a little hard to see and I didn't get a better shot of it, but it's about a 12" bass.&lt;br /&gt;This may not seem exciting to you, but we had only been catching like 5 inch sunfish, and very small bass...I had no idea there were any bigger fish in this lake.  So it was very exciting!  And as an added surprise, when dad gutted the fish, there was a WHOLE crawdad in the fishes belly.  I told dad that if he had only gutted the fish a little earlier, we might have saved that poor crawdad's life :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some more random pictures from yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 240px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://w216.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w216.photobucket.com/albums/cc251/skballew/5319f9a3.pbw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w216.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w216.photobucket.com/albums/cc251/skballew/5319f9a3.pbw" height="360" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i216.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=125" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and almost forgot to add.  We went back to mom and dad's for dinner, and dad grilled up the fish he caught.  Aaron was the first to sit down to eat and says "Poppa's fish is EXCELLENT".  I, however, only had a very small bite.  I like my fish frozen and vacuum packed from Costco with no bones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1035666150890464227?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1035666150890464227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1035666150890464227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1035666150890464227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1035666150890464227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone fishing....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SIUCxXcmwQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K6DwgeBDPek/s72-c/img_1577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5179717348341513757</id><published>2008-07-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:14:58.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-tasking....or.. notsomuch</title><content type='html'>Today, similar to many other days, I try to get some household chores done.  I'm not the kind of person who keeps an immaculate house at all times, it's just not a priority to me.  I usually try to clean 1-2 areas a day, or at least keep the mess at a category 2 tornado.  So when I find some down time during the day I will try to throw some laundry in, or clean the kids bathroom, or tidy up the kitchen.  I've noticed though, that I start one thing, like walking to the laundry room intent on starting a load, but pass the kids bathroom and start cleaning in there...totally side-tracked from the laundry I was going to do.  Then I'll check my email (as I do about 20x a day), and get caught up in some other project in my bedroom.  Today the kids were begging to get in the pool, so I was going to get my book I'm reading (The Circle Trilogy, by Ted Dekker), my cell phone (it notifies me when I get a new email), and the house phone in case someone called.  So I'm in the kitchen looking for the house phone and realize it's in our bedroom, so I walk down the hallway and see the laundry sitting there, and figure I could start a load real fast.  Then I head back to the kitchen in order to proceed outside.  Then I remember that I needed the phone, and where the heck had I put it after I'd gotten it out of the bedroom....oh yeah, I never made it to the bedroom. So, I go back to our bedroom and get the phone, but oh, while I'm in there, I might as well check my email...and I had a work email I needed to deal with, so I sit down and do that.  2 minutes later I'm walking back to the kitchen to proceed outside.  Where is the dang phone???  Right, sitting on my desk in my bedroom where I had moved it from the bed.  Back I go, to the bedroom, but by this time I was quite focused and slightly annoyed that I'm so easily distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5179717348341513757?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5179717348341513757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5179717348341513757' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5179717348341513757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5179717348341513757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/multi-taskingor-notsomuch.html' title='Multi-tasking....or.. notsomuch'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5161538217740629494</id><published>2008-07-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:59:56.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc251/skballew/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img_0224-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc251/skballew/img_0224-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, my dear husband, who actually made fun of me when I told him I had started a blog...my dear husband who has snubbed his nose at sites like Face*book for quite some time now...this same dear husband who just signed up for Face*book, and yesterday &lt;a href="http://wardragon65.blogspot.com/"&gt;STARTED A BLOG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true.  Although I must say, I had to help him with the blog, so if you like it, thank you :)  If you don't like it...he did it.  Don't go rushing over there just yet, as he hasn't actually written anything.  The "testing" was my doing in order to get a new template up and running.  He wanted a little help getting it going since he says I'm the more "technical" one, despite him being in I.T.  (Side note, yesterday I also had to program our new car's built in garage door opener after he had tried several times, because I seem to be better at things like that).  I think he mentioned that his first post would be about his new quest to spreadsheet all the books he's ever read...including how many pages.  Yep.  Hold on to your pantaloons it's going to be a fun ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5161538217740629494?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5161538217740629494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5161538217740629494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5161538217740629494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5161538217740629494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please.......'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-624006939763181401</id><published>2008-07-10T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:09:51.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He hasn't signed yet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If I had a dollar for every time my dear husband said he was going to "cut back" or "cut out" or otherwise reduce the consumption of a whole gamut of unhealthy foods, or increase the consumption of healthier foods, I'd be rich.  No seriously.  So I decided to make him sign a contract.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vows to Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I, _____, do solemnly swear to pay my beautiful beloved wife one dollar every time I say that I am going to eat better and/or am going to “cut out” any unhealthy food out of my diet.  I also agree to pay said amazing wife seven dollars for every week where I do not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;workout&lt;/span&gt; at least 2x per week, and when my food intake is less than 80% &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;, and/or includes more than 2 of the items I vowed to “cut out”.    All proceeds from this contract will be kept in a secret location, and will only be returned in the event that I obtain a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six-pack&lt;/span&gt; as verbally agreed upon on the ___ day of ______, 20__. I agree that my wonderful wife will keep all proceeds for a duration of no longer than 6 months, at which time they are non-refundable, and may be spent at the discretion of my thoughtful wife.  If at any time a payment is not made, my caring wife will be allowed to confiscate any “man toys” that she deems fit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I fully understand that my loving wife is doing this in the best interest of her wonderful, but mostly unhealthy husband, because she hopes he sticks around long into our golden years.  At no time will I complain or whine about the rules and/or definitions given with said contract.  This contract, once signed, never expires, is non-negotiable, and non-transferable.  Signing of this contract does not imply that I can pay myself seven dollars per week if the rules are followed, as the reward of a six-pack (and increased health and fitness that comes along with such a physique) is exponentially more than any monetary value can produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Important definitions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Workout&lt;/span&gt;:  A period of time, no shorter than 30 minutes, of intentional increased activity, including body weight exercises and/or cardio.  Walking, mowing the lawn, weeding, hunting, playing paintball, and sex are NOT considered a workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healthy&lt;/span&gt;:  A healthy diet will not include daily iced kickers, regular soda, cookies, candy, Ritz crackers, pizza, anything fried  (including chips), and no fast food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six-pack&lt;/span&gt;:  this shall not, under any circumstances, be associated with strapping beer cans to one’s stomach and/or airbrushing with tanning products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Signed ___________________________  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Date____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Witness ___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Date____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**© by Kristen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hubby says he's having his "lawyers" look this over before he signs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-624006939763181401?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/624006939763181401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=624006939763181401' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/624006939763181401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/624006939763181401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-hasnt-signed-yet.html' title='He hasn&apos;t signed yet.....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-627097530970608105</id><published>2008-07-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:59:52.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation my kids just had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SHV7ApAzRQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/agql2Id7Efo/s1600-h/img_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SHV7ApAzRQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/agql2Id7Efo/s200/img_1099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221214593945388290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maree (age 4) talking to her brother:  I'm half beautiful and half sassy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron (age 6) :  Well, mom is whole beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where Maree gets it, but she just cracks me up!  Aaron, God bless him, I just love that boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-627097530970608105?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/627097530970608105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=627097530970608105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/627097530970608105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/627097530970608105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversation-my-kids-just-had.html' title='A conversation my kids just had'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SHV7ApAzRQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/agql2Id7Efo/s72-c/img_1099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5763651572933432490</id><published>2008-07-08T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:08:37.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously??</title><content type='html'>I'm speechless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 110px ! important; top: -3px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH_Xs-lIrtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH_Xs-lIrtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH_Xs-lIrtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/3532102426763970365-5763651572933432490?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5763651572933432490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5763651572933432490' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5763651572933432490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5763651572933432490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously.html' title='Seriously??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8360682599004983125</id><published>2008-07-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:11:49.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Shack"</title><content type='html'>All I can say about the book "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shack-Special-Hardcover-William-Young/dp/0964729245/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1215490098&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt;" is that it is a MUST READ.  As in, get in your car, drive down to your local book store, and buy it immediately, do not delay!!  I have never been so enthralled and uplifted by a book, ever.  It is a book I want to read over and over, and I NEVER read books more than once.  My advice though, is to NOT read the back of the book before reading it.  I never read the back of books, but I would have been particularly disappointed if I had read the back of this one prior to reading it...it just gave too much away in my opinion.  But, you know, do what you want :)....just read it!!  It's not a huge book, and will only take 5-6 hours to read.  What are you waiting for, get in your car...seriously...quit reading blogs....gooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8360682599004983125?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8360682599004983125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8360682599004983125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8360682599004983125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8360682599004983125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/shack.html' title='&quot;The Shack&quot;'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2030843004801833496</id><published>2008-07-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:57:09.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytelling a la Maree</title><content type='html'>On the way to our big "fishing" trip, Maree told us MANY stories!!  Not enough emphasis can be placed on MANY, since we were in the car for about 1.5 hours.  Here is one I captured on video.  I couldn't edit it, as my editing program kept crashing...the funniest part is at the end in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-9060969004694345977&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Jesus had big teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2030843004801833496?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2030843004801833496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2030843004801833496' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2030843004801833496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2030843004801833496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/07/storytelling-la-maree.html' title='Storytelling a la Maree'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3017259238282781594</id><published>2008-06-30T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:48:37.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the spray kids</title><content type='html'>If you've seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you probably remember how the dad always had a bottle of Windex handy for treatment of all kinds of ailments.  Well, I have to tell you, I have a similar item that I use for just about any kind of skin issue.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.dermoplast.com/spray.htm"&gt;Dermoplast.&lt;/a&gt; It's a antibacterial/pain relieving spray. I first came in contact with the product when working in the maternity unit, we would given this to women who had torn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down there&lt;/span&gt; or had an episiotomy....making for very sore hoo-hahs.  About a year ago, I saw it on the shelf at Tar*get, and thought "hmmm, if it's safe for using on hoo-hahs, it's gotta be great for other parts of the body too".  So I bought a can, and used it first on a burn I got from the oven.  After spraying it on, seriously I did not feel the burn again.  Since that first discovery, I have gone through several cans, as now anytime my kids have a scratch, bug bite, blister, or any other bothersome skin issue, they request "the spray", and it always makes everything all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, both kids have mosquito bites because we "attempted" to go fishing yesterday....long story in itself. I will say that at one "fishing hole" we got out of the truck and literally 7 seconds later we all jumped back in because there were so many mosquitoes flying around.  Unfortunately we had glanced at the bug repellent while buying fishing equipment, but had passed on it thinking we would get some at another store......which we didn't.  Lesson learned!!  Currently the Dermoplast is sitting on my desk for whenever the kids come in complaining of itches.  So far it seems to be effective for a couple of hours.  Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love products that work so well and are so multi-purpose!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3017259238282781594?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3017259238282781594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3017259238282781594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3017259238282781594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3017259238282781594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-spray-kids.html' title='Get the spray kids'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2638081406786528428</id><published>2008-06-26T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:13:57.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The logic of UPS??</title><content type='html'>I like UPS, really, I do.  However, I don't understand their shipping methods at all.  Currently I have a package coming from Ama*zon.  I just tracked the package and it came from Nevada, went to a town 1.5 hours away, and then traveled the opposite direction to a town 4 hours away, and it is schedule to arrive here tomorrow.  Doesn't it seem like a waste of gas??  A couple of weeks ago, I had a package go from California to Tennessee before coming back to Oregon.  Where is the logic in that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2638081406786528428?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2638081406786528428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2638081406786528428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2638081406786528428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2638081406786528428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/logic-of-ups.html' title='The logic of UPS??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3076913149979102714</id><published>2008-06-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:10:45.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Last night after the kids were in bed, Steve and I watched the new show Wipe*Out.  Initially, Steve had rolled his eyes at me turning the TV on as he was trying to read, but I could tell he was interested. Long story short, I have not laughed so hard at a TV show in a very long time, maybe never. I know, it's a little twisted that we're laughing at people bouncing like rag dolls off big rubber balls, but hey, they volunteered for it.  I think what made the show was the commentary, which we found to be very witty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't mentioned this before, but I've been meaning to.  I've been going to a chiropractor for the last few weeks for some neck problems I am having from working at my computer.  I've gone to a chiropractor before, but all he did when you would walk in is ask where it hurt, plop you down and crack your back...which sometimes left me breathless because it hurt so bad.  I figured this may not be helping the problem.  So I did some internet searching and found another chiropractor.  This guy was pretty much the opposite of the other chiropractor.  He didn't "crack" anything until the 3rd visit, and even then it was so mild in comparison that I wondered if he was really doing anything.  He also uses a very interesting technique that I have named "voodoo magic" because I swear he's not doing anything.  He has you lay face down on a chiro table, and he stands at the foot of the table and examines your foot length to determine if they are equal, then he pushes down on your right butt cheek *I'm not kidding*  (I try not to clench...you know what I'm talking about), then he looks at your feet again, then he pushed up on the right cheek....repeat on left side.  Then he makes a swirl motion on your sacral/lower back area, looks at feet, then swirls in the other direction.  Apparently something is usually out of whack because he gets this little thumper thing out and "adjusts" your pelvis...basically it produces several thumps (for lack of a better way to describe it) to several key areas on your pelvis.  He does this pushing up and down thing on multiple areas of your body, then looks at your foot length.  Mind you he is pushing very very gently so I still can't figure out what my feet have to do with it, but I know that this is an actual method they teach in some chiropractor programs.  At one of these sessions, I was telling him that it was my left neck/clavicle area that was really bothering me, which he seems to rarely address even though this has been the key area of discomfort since the beginning.  So he is doing his whole voodoo ritual, and starts doing the same thing on my clavicle area.  When he pushed down on one area of my clavicle, then checked my feet, he said "oh, there's the problem", and then got the thumper out and "adjusted" my clavicle.   It's bizarre to say the least.  I try not to giggle while he is doing it (it's good that you're face down), because it just seems so strange.  All that being said, my neck has somewhat improved since going to him, but I'm not entirely sure it's just from his "adjustments" or if it's because I've been going to Pilates as well.  The best part of the visits is that you get like a 5 minute mini massage each time, which is like a mini vacation.  I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3076913149979102714?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3076913149979102714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3076913149979102714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3076913149979102714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3076913149979102714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2140974689280097296</id><published>2008-06-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:12:29.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilates</title><content type='html'>I'm really excited.... In November I am getting certified in &lt;a href="http://www.basipilates.com/our_approach/default.asp"&gt;BASI mat Pilates.&lt;/a&gt;   What is Pilates you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Developed in the 1920’s by Joseph H. Pilates, this safe well rounded approach to exercise focuses on flexibility, core strength, a return of muscular balance, coordination, and improved posture. Since its beginning people have been experiencing amazing changes when they practice Pilates. The workout leaves their mind and body feeling stimulated, rejuvenated, and alert. They are stronger, more flexible, and more “connected” to their bodies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been doing Pilates for the last several months, and awhile back I was addicted to a mat Pilates class at the YMCA.  After taking a long Pilates break, I got back into it after having some neck pain that kept recurring from working at my computer.  Pilates has been a huge help with my neck pain, and overall it just feels great.  It's a very gentle, yet challenging type of workout.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are so many different Pilates certifications, and some of them are a little scary.  Just like becoming a certified personal trainer, you can go online and pay $49.99 and get "certified" for Pilates.   That is NOT the kind of certification I am getting.  I will be doing class time, student teaching, and taking both practical and written tests.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really think that in the long run, this is going to be hugely beneficial for my neck issues and posture, and also really look forward to doing classes with my Mom and Grandma, who could both really benefit from this type of gentle but effective exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someday I may also get the full certification using the reformer and other Pilates equipment, but it costs A LOT of money, which I just can't justify at this time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2140974689280097296?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2140974689280097296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2140974689280097296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2140974689280097296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2140974689280097296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/pilates.html' title='Pilates'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2937197943357047084</id><published>2008-06-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:05:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports for exercise</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was in need of some fun physical activity and needed to get myself and the kids out of the house, so I called up &lt;a href="http://yanknkiwi.blogspot.com/"&gt;my Dad&lt;/a&gt; and asked if he wanted to do something.  We decided on Tennis.  Dad played tennis in high school, while I have only played a handful of times...but we both haven't played in about 10 years.  I wouldn't necessarily called what we did "playing tennis", it was more along the lines of individual serving with the occasional volley.  Because I knew I'd be doing a lot of running around, I wore my heart rate monitor.  We "played" for little over an hour, and I burned around 700 calories.  I think we're going to try to do it more often as it was so much more fun than doing a cardio machine for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the key to exercise is to find things you enjoy doing.  What a drag to force yourself to workout if you hate what you're doing....you probably won't last long doing it.  For me, the key is variety.  I have LOTS of different things I like to do to get my workout in, and it rarely looks the same from week to week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2937197943357047084?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2937197943357047084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2937197943357047084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2937197943357047084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2937197943357047084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/sports-for-exercise.html' title='Sports for exercise'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3260134555479873677</id><published>2008-06-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:01:26.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend (last weekend)...</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, the 13th, Steve and I celebrated our 10th anniversary.  Despite it being Friday the 13th, we had a fantastic day.  Steve took the day off, and we started out with gifts in bed.  Aaron had made us an anniversary gift all by himself.  He drew a picture of the 4 of us, then put it in a frame he had found and wrapped it.  He was so excited to give it to us, and we were just tickled by his thoughtfulness.  We then told the kids we had to pick up a "friend" of Grandma and Grandpa's at the airport, then we were going to our favorite restaurant in Grants Pass (Matzukaze).  Well the "friend" we were picking up was Auntie Deanna, whom the kids adore.  It was so fun to surprise them.  Grandma and Grandpa were also surprised, although Grandma in all her wisdom had figured out that Deanna was coming.  We had our yummy lunch, then Steve and I headed back to Medford, did a little shopping, then headed to the cottage in Jacksonville we had rented for the night.  We had a great dinner in Jacksonville.  The next morning we woke up (too early I might add), laid in bed, read, sent Steve across the street for coffee, then finally got up and went out for breakfast.  Saturday was Lyle and Jean's (aka Grandma and Grandpa, shoe fairy, the bestest mother-in-law, etc) 40th anniversary and Jean's birthday, and we had planned a BBQ at their house with some of their friends to join us.  It was a great evening.  Then Sunday we all went down on the Hellgate Jetboats, which was just a blast.  The kids had ear-to-ear smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures.  1st, Steve and I on our 10th anniversary (notice my new Tiffany's necklace) &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6CzTrYDgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vVZyN2EBmUg/s1600-h/img_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6CzTrYDgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vVZyN2EBmUg/s320/img_0566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214749236508757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the jetboats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6DoVLOxPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y-He7KY2wWA/s1600-h/img_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6DoVLOxPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y-He7KY2wWA/s320/img_0898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214750147443868914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Deanna and the kids at the O.K. Corral (the restaurant you take the jetboats to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6EC07tM9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8tJuZsxEKxU/s1600-h/img_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6EC07tM9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8tJuZsxEKxU/s320/img_0916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214750602645287890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some elk we saw on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6EnjKESWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kWoYsVz9lps/s1600-h/img_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6EnjKESWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kWoYsVz9lps/s320/img_0929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214751233528842594" 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/3532102426763970365-3260134555479873677?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3260134555479873677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3260134555479873677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3260134555479873677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3260134555479873677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-weekend-last-weekend.html' title='A great weekend (last weekend)...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SF6CzTrYDgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vVZyN2EBmUg/s72-c/img_0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6501761582390576715</id><published>2008-06-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:14:52.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's real and what's not??</title><content type='html'>I found this video very interesting, and an eye opener/reminder on how you have to view magazine pictures with a grain of salt.  Also need to be careful what my daughter views, and make sure she knows (eventually) that these pictures are not "real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP31r70_QNM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP31r70_QNM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another example, which many of you have seen before, but I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4y5b7INvqE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4y5b7INvqE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&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/3532102426763970365-6501761582390576715?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6501761582390576715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6501761582390576715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6501761582390576715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6501761582390576715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-real-and-whats-not.html' title='What&apos;s real and what&apos;s not??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1113353929536781581</id><published>2008-06-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:29:56.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calories burned with Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>My heart rate monitor/calorie counter watch has been out of commission for a couple of months due to a dead battery.  I just put a fresh one in this morning and decided to see how many calories I was burning while doing Wii Fit.  Here are the totals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hoop x 10 minutes (5 min going right and 5 min going left) = &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;70 calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free run x 5 minutes= &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;47 calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 lunges per side, 6 push-up plank combinations, 30 second plank= &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;69 calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total for 21 minutes of Wii time (about 25 minutes actual)= &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;186 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1113353929536781581?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1113353929536781581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1113353929536781581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1113353929536781581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1113353929536781581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/calories-burned-with-wii-fit.html' title='Calories burned with Wii Fit'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-802477382247417259</id><published>2008-06-17T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:30:36.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting article about maintaining weight loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mailtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080617/OREGONHEALTHYLIVING/806170319"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was very interesting to me because ever since my first Body for Life challenge, which was very successful and got me at an ideal weight, I have struggled to maintain that ideal weight.  In fact, I am now about 10 pounds over what I would consider my ideal weight.  I've always felt it was easier to lose weight rather than maintain weight and now I know why.  It's a long article, but rather interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-802477382247417259?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/802477382247417259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=802477382247417259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/802477382247417259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/802477382247417259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-interesting-article-about.html' title='Very interesting article about maintaining weight loss'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-4187182293292581271</id><published>2008-06-11T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:53:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Timing</title><content type='html'>We have some &lt;a href="http://5crawfords.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear friends, Brad and Alisha&lt;/a&gt; serving God right now in Uganda.  Our link group (bible study group) got together and made a care package for them and sent it over.  It took about 3 weeks to arrive.  About 2 weeks later, I sent another package to them with some stuff I REALLY wanted them to have.  Well, 3 weeks came and went and the package had not arrived, then 4 weeks, 5 weeks, 6 weeks.  I so badly wanted them to get this particular package, so we prayed that it would arrive. When I had sent the packages, I got a receipt with a tracking number on it, but I hadn't been able to find the receipts in order to track the packages (kind of important). Today, I was sitting at my desk, tidying up a bit, when I found some paperwork about a warranty I needed to register online for.  I couldn't find the receipt I needed so I was looking in my desk drawers for it.  Low and behold, I find the tracking receipts for both packages I had sent, so I got online.  Unfortunately, it only said that it had left the US on 4/14/08 and no additional information was available.  So I called my MIL because she is a retired Post Master, to ask if there was anything else I could do to see what happened to that package.  As she is telling me that there really isn't anything I can do, I get an email from Alisha, and I opened the email while still on the phone with my MIL, and the first line was "GOOD NEWS...Guess what arrived in the mail" .    See, God does have a sense of humor, and such good timing!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for seeing that the package arrived safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I then saw that Alisha was on Skype and got to talk to her, and since she had her webcam set up, I also got to see her!!  Isn't technology amazing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-4187182293292581271?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/4187182293292581271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=4187182293292581271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4187182293292581271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4187182293292581271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-timing.html' title='God&apos;s Timing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7819702087033663063</id><published>2008-06-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:34:48.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose in a book</title><content type='html'>When it comes to reading, I seem to go in waves...come to think of it, so does my fitness routines! Hmmm, I'll have to ponder that later.  Anyway, for the last 2 weeks or so, I have been reading a Christian Fiction series by &lt;a href="http://www.lizcurtishiggs.com/"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs&lt;/a&gt;  (Thorn in My Heart, Fair is the Rose, Whence Came a Prince, and Grace in Thine Eyes).  It all started when my dear friend &lt;a href="http://mommaworthylake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; got me an Evangel gift certificate for my birthday.  Being the avid (read: anal) online researcher that I am, I scoured Amazon in search of the perfect book.  After writing down a list of all the books that looked interesting and had gotten great reviews, I marched myself down to Evangel full of hope.  Alas, they had NONE of the books on my list.  So then I had to find some other strategy for picking out the perfect book, which is a little tricky because I don't read the back of books before reading them.  I feel like it gives to much away, and I don't like to know ANYTHING prior to opening a book.  So I carefully thought about how I might pick out a good book, and settled on finding an author that had several books out, and then something with an intriguing cover.  Forget the "don't judge a book by it's cover"...that's exactly what I did.  After carefully checking the book to make sure it wasn't part of a series, and finding no evidence that it was, I purchased the book.  I rushed home and checked on Amazon to see what the book was rated, and discovered 1) it was rated really well...yeah, and 2) is was #3 in a series...drat!!!  Anyway, I went and bought #1 at another book store since Evangel didn't have it at the moment.  About half way through DH said he was ordering a book from B*arnes and Noble, so he ordered the #2 book for me as well.  That was the week where it was raining and dreary for days on end, and I think I read about 300 pages in one day.  So then I was in a quandry because I finished the #1 book, but the #2 book wasn't expected in for 5 days.  Thankfully B&amp;amp;N had #2 in stock and said they would let me return the one coming in the mail.  I finished that and started #3 on Saturday, which I finished today (it's 537 pages long).  Thankfully, when I returned the #2 book to B&amp;amp;N this morning they had JUST received the #4 book about an hour earlier.  So, I gotta go.... I'm anxious to start the last book, but also sad that it's the last book.  It is an amazing series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7819702087033663063?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7819702087033663063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7819702087033663063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7819702087033663063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7819702087033663063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/06/nose-in-book.html' title='Nose in a book'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1963641966751207360</id><published>2008-05-28T09:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:05:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit part 2</title><content type='html'>We've been enjoying the Wii Fit for the last week, and have some pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SD2NOhxRqmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WNwOl7GPo7E/s1600-h/100_3075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SD2NOhxRqmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WNwOl7GPo7E/s200/100_3075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205472025032895074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Aaron doing a balance game where you walk across a high wire.  Maree is just pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SD2NyhxRqnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XuK1-FbTr_Q/s1600-h/100_3081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SD2NyhxRqnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XuK1-FbTr_Q/s200/100_3081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205472643508185714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Aaron (in his standard uniform), doing a side plank in the strength training mode.  The side plank is coupled with a push-up.  He actually does it quite well, and it's way cute to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed all the exercises.  There is even a feature where you can do "free step" which is sort of like Dance Dance Revolution where you are to follow the steps on the screen.  Well, instead you can watch television while the Wiimote ticks off the steps and counts them, and also counts down the time (however much time you have designated to do the exercise).  Basically you are just stepping on and off the balance board, which is similar to going for a good paced walk.  I love that I can watch my favorite TV shows AND be working out at the same time instead of sitting like a lump on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about the Wii Fit is that if you eat like crap over the weekend and then do the body test, you will watch your little Mii person puff up to indicate the 2.8 pounds you gained.  :(&lt;br /&gt;Back to egg whites and whole wheat toast for breakfast, lots of fruits and veggies, lean meats, and no sugar, white flour, and processed foods.  I can't stand to see my little Mii looking all chubby.  Oh, and the icing on the cake is if you have gained weight it then asks you why you think you might have gained...it really is like having a trainer there with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1963641966751207360?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1963641966751207360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1963641966751207360' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1963641966751207360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1963641966751207360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fit-part-2.html' title='Wii Fit part 2'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SD2NOhxRqmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WNwOl7GPo7E/s72-c/100_3075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-232592524945246136</id><published>2008-05-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:03:51.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit.....</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up unusually early, and whereas usually I would have seen the time, rolled back over, and gone back to sleep, I was too excited to sleep anymore.  I got up and showered...(gasp, I didn't even have coffee first), and went down to Fred Meyer to grab the Wii Fit.  I didn't know what to expect...if there was going to be a long line or if they were going to have 4, and sell the last one to the lady in front of me.  Anyway, when I saw the empty parking lot, I thought I was in good shape.  Apparently very few people in Medford were as excited as me to get their hands on one of these, as there were no lines, and stacks of Wii Fit sitting behind the counter.  So then I came home...had my coffee, and got the Wii going.  The instructions say that you need to attach some enclosed feet to the balance board if your carpet touches the unit, but mine didn't so I figured I didn't need it; however, when the unit indicated I was 10 pounds lighter than I was yesterday I figured something wasn't right, but I appreciated the compliment!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I put the little feet things on, and then it was dead on with my weight.   So far I think it is quite fun, and I think the kids are really going to enjoy it.  I think, realistically, I will use it more to track my weight and supplement my regular workout routine, but I don't think it will be enough to use instead of my regular routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-232592524945246136?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/232592524945246136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=232592524945246136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/232592524945246136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/232592524945246136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fit.html' title='Wii Fit.....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-429672078686877815</id><published>2008-05-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:15:31.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random updates</title><content type='html'>So I was all excited that Wii Fit came out today, only to find out it only comes out today in the Nintendo World Store in New York City.  Hmmmm, that doesn't really help me out.  It actually is available Wednesday to the rest of us.  2 more days ;)  .  Probably better that way since I work today-Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is currently standing in my closet meowing incessantly....why???  I have no idea.  Does she sense something paranormal?  Should I check for critters?  I have called her out and she acts fine, but then returned to the closet.  She's a little nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!!  I worked out 6 of the last 7 days.  I had planned on taking the weekend off, but when the weather is nice I really like to go running, even though my body doesn't seem to like it.  Last night I think I ran about 2 1/2 miles, which was great because we had just had movie theater popcorn....mmmmmmmmhhhh.   The kids had gone to Grandma's because I work today and Steve is out chasing Turkeys with a bow and arrow...makes me laugh out loud because he hasn't shot his bow for months and months, and he's never actually shot anything with it anyhow except for a random grouse from 20 yards away.  Anyway, good luck to you honey!  I digress, so we were without kids last night and decided to go see a movie.  We went to see Iron Man, which was a great movie.  Then I went for a run....then I had ice cream :)  Hey, weekends are my time off from good eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-429672078686877815?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/429672078686877815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=429672078686877815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/429672078686877815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/429672078686877815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-updates.html' title='Random updates'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-700826275847666985</id><published>2008-05-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:26:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$837 cell phone bill=heart attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:vEVfqeq0jBCESM:http://www.sherv.net/talking/swf/funny/9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 83px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:vEVfqeq0jBCESM:http://www.sherv.net/talking/swf/funny/9.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you follow my blog, you know that last month I got a new cell phone for my "birthday".  I actually got it at the beginning of the month.  We had received one bill which seemed to be at the expected amount.  We then added 2 more lines onto our family plan so that my Mom and Dad could each have cell phone.  Anyway, the whole purpose of me getting the cell phone I did was to allow me to check emails and my work website if I need to be away from my desk during work hours, or to check up on things on my days off.  So today I went online to check on our minutes and such, and to my utter horror I see that the balance due is $837 !!!!  Say what?  So I look over the charges trying to figure out what went wrong and see that they have billed me $648 for the 64,800 kilobytes of information I downloaded/uploaded or whatever.  Um, no, we had purchased an unlimited data plan when we had ordered the phone and phone service (through an outside/discount distributor website).  So I call up the friendly AT&amp;amp;T customer service representative to see what the deal was.  The very nice gal informs me that I am being charged for the data I'm using, and I inform her that I purchased an unlimited data plan, and she says that they don't show that on the account, and I read her off my order confirmation from the other company (who should have then notified AT&amp;amp;T).  Well apparently this other company failed to mentioned the unlimited data plan to AT&amp;amp;T :)  .  Thankfully, AT&amp;amp;T really does have great customer service and they are reversing the charges and adding the data plan retrospectively.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;I also decided it would be smart to put data blocks (text messaging/email/internet use) on the other 3 lines, which belong to my mother-in-law, Mom, and Dad.  It's not likely any of them would need those services, and this will help avoid any unintentional charges.  Somehow my mother-in-law's phone had periodically been uploading data, but she has no idea how this has happened, as she only knows how to make and receive phone calls on her phone.  All the more reason just to put a block on it.  Although it felt a little funny to email my parents and MIL to inform them I had to put a block on their phones...felt like I was the parent and they were the children.  To which my &lt;a href="http://yanknkiwi.blogspot.com/"&gt;very witty father&lt;/a&gt; emails back&lt;br /&gt; "But Moooooooooommmmm!  Everyone else has text messaging...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Dad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-700826275847666985?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/700826275847666985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=700826275847666985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/700826275847666985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/700826275847666985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/05/837-phone-billheart-attack.html' title='$837 cell phone bill=heart attack'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7204087447219629858</id><published>2008-05-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:41:04.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit...and some other randomness</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!!  10 more days until Wii Fit comes out (May 19th).  I guess it seems appropriate since it's target customer are working moms...  Plus I just love the Wii, Wii Fit combines working out and fun, and it's something the whole family can do.  So I think it's going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out 4x this week, which is shocking considering my track record from the last 2 months.  My eating was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my daughter crawled into bed with me sometime early, and when I woke up it was 9 am ...9am...wow!  I laid there for a while (I'm not a morning person), and didn't want to get out of bed because she was snuggled up so close to me, I knew she would wake up the instant I got of out bed, so I just waited.  She woke up a few minutes later.  What a nice way to start the day!   For some reason I've been more tired than usual so getting 10 hours...yes 10 hours of sleep felt great...although I still felt tired today.  I'm also feeling slightly lightheaded and foggy, so I don't know if I've got some kind of viral thing going on or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve got up at some ungodly hour to go turkey hunting with a co-worker.  I just can't wrap my head around the desire to wake up at 4am, go tromp through the woods looking for some elusive bird that only seems to be around when no one is hunting it, but mysteriously disappears when the guns come out.  Anyway, he came around 2....with nothing...yet wants to go out again next week to repeat the process.  Definitely a guy thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you watch Survivor???  OH MY GOODNESS!!  I won't give it away because I don't think Kelly has seen it yet, and may watch it tomorrow, but it was like the best Survivor episode EVER!!  Classic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a curtain sitting in the corner in our living room for over a month now.  It is the wrong size, but it hasn't moved from it's original position when we brought it home from Ikea.  Sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear 4 year old daughter went outside yesterday to say hello to the birdies that live in our yard.  She was just standing there looking up at them as they sat on the fence about 5 feet away.  She stared and stared at them, and they seemed to stare back at her...then she puts her hand up with her pointer finger out (like a perch) and just stands there beckoning the birdies to come land on her finger....(cuz you know, princesses can do that...and the birdies just come sit on there finger and sing a pretty little song).  Then she came inside and told us that the birdies wouldn't come sit on her finger...she was truly shocked.   It was pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot more random thoughts, but I don't want to overwhelm you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7204087447219629858?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7204087447219629858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7204087447219629858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7204087447219629858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7204087447219629858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fitand-some-other-randomness.html' title='Wii Fit...and some other randomness'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8852851657812058957</id><published>2008-05-03T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:15:25.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small victories</title><content type='html'>Most of you (all 3 of you who actually read my blog) who know me know that I've struggled a bit with fitness since we got back from our Cabo vacation.  It's pretty easy to stay motivated when you have a beach vacation coming up, but now that there isn't really anything uber-fun on the horizon, I seem to be dragging my feet.  Some of my pants seemed to be getting snug...couldn't be from the ice cream every night and no exercise could it??  Last week I decided (again) that I really needed to get back on track....but I didn't want to say anything to anyone because I've said it many times before and I like to be a person of my word.  Anyway, today is day 6 of good eating....not fanatically clean eating, but definitely good.  I still was having a hard time motivating myself to work out though.  Yesterday went out to the garage to jump rope since that was really the only thing that sounded fun.....couldn't find the jump rope though.  So I decided to do one of my Beach Body videos...I ended up doing the P90 fat burning express, which was filmed in Hawaii overlooking the beach.  It is one heck of a workout, but actually pretty fun.  I was actually getting lightheaded because I was sucking wind so much.  Can you say 'out of shape'!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still afraid to get on the scale, probably best that way.  Hopefully I can maintain this wee bit of momentum I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8852851657812058957?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8852851657812058957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8852851657812058957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8852851657812058957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8852851657812058957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-victories.html' title='Small victories'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8341870751565076329</id><published>2008-04-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:47:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my 4 yr old</title><content type='html'>Maree was walking out of her room after I told her she could get up from having some quiet time, and this is what she yells in the hallway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on Mom, I have to write something in my checkbook!"  I giggled and thought maybe I had heard her wrong, so I went out to the living room (as I am working in my room), and asked her what she had said, and she says "Oh, I had to write in my checkbook."  So I ask what she had to write in there (as nonchalantly as possible),  and she says (as nonchalantly as possible) "Oh, I had to write something in there for school."  Sure enough, she has a little notepad out that she was scribbling in.  Also...she isn't in school.  She just has a vivid imagination....especially since Mommy and Daddy never write anything in the checkbook, so I'm not sure where she heard that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8341870751565076329?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8341870751565076329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8341870751565076329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8341870751565076329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8341870751565076329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-my-4-yr-old.html' title='From my 4 yr old'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1168897190902358371</id><published>2008-04-24T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:43:07.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezer dinners?</title><content type='html'>Anyone out there have any experience with freezer dinners?  A couple of girlfriends and I are getting together this weekend to make freezer dinners, but I don't have any experience with this, and think I might be going about it wrong.  I had intended on making a chicken enchilada recipe...just assembling it, not cooking it, then vacuum packing it in a disposable pan and freezing it.  I know there are some great books out there on the whole process, but if anyone has any insight into it, any advice would be appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1168897190902358371?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1168897190902358371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1168897190902358371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1168897190902358371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1168897190902358371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/freezer-dinners.html' title='Freezer dinners?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3284229402004624112</id><published>2008-04-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:24:59.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing song</title><content type='html'>I downloaded the album &lt;a href="http://www.gatewayworship.com/disc-wakeuptheworld.html"&gt;Wake Up the World (2008)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.karijobe.com/"&gt;Kari Jobe &lt;/a&gt;with this song on it.  It's called Revelation Song, and I have it on repeat as I work.  It brings tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FObjd5wrgZ8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FObjd5wrgZ8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/3532102426763970365-3284229402004624112?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3284229402004624112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3284229402004624112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3284229402004624112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3284229402004624112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazing-song.html' title='Amazing song'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8455833647369517587</id><published>2008-04-22T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:12:35.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal moments....and some frustrating ones too</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a ballet with a girlfriend of mine whom I've known since we were both babies.  We had a girls night and took both of our little girls out to dinner then to the ballet.  At one point I looked over at her, as her 3 year old daughter laid her head on her lap, and my 4 year old snuggled with me, and just had this surreal moment.  I've known this friend all my life, and here we both were with our own little girls enjoying a girls night.  It was just so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note.  Do you ever have those days where it seems everything goes wrong.  Yesterday I had some really frustrating work issues to deal with.  Then when I started my work day today, more and more wacky things were happening.  Like my computer speakers quit working (they do that occasionally and I just have to reboot my computer...then they work again).  However, when I reboot my computer I have to close out my email system and then the computer forgets all my contacts, and will not autofill anymore until I've entered a name at least once.  It's not a big deal, just minorly annoying.  So then I go to make a call on my work phone and all I get is dead air...no dial tone.  Hmm that's strange.  So I go check all the cords...all looks well.  Call my DH since he has some phone technical experience, and he gives me some things to check, which I do, and it appears that the phone is the culprit..not my phone line.  In the meantime I've emailed all my co-workers that my phone is not working and that they should call me on my cell phone if they need to get a hold of me.....but I failed to realize that my phone was still on silent from being at the Ballet last night...so I missed 3 calls even though the phone was sitting right on my desk.  At one point I got a dial tone on my work phone and emailed everyone stating that my phone appeared to be working again...then right after that realized that it must have been it's last breath, because once again it was dead.  There were so many other things that happened today that were unusual and frustrating, and kept me from getting all my regular work done.  Then I spent 3 1/2 hours gallivanting around town trying to find a replacement phone.  Since it is a work phone, and my office is in my bedroom, and the phone cord does not reach my desk without having to be strung over the door and around the bookcase (not what I want to do in my newly clean and nicely decorated bedroom), there were certain requirements for the phone that were difficult to find.  It seemed no one phone had voicemail, and headset capabilities and was above 2.4 ghz all at the same time.  So today I toured Office Depot, Costco, Walmart, Fred Meyer, Staples, Sears, and Target.   After Fred Meyer I recruited my husband who had been at work and school to help (actually he knew I was so stressed and offered to go out with me and go a couple more places).   Anyway, we finally settled on a phone that is not exactly what I wanted, but it should work fine.  Also, at one point...around 4:30, I looked at my phone and I had received 96 emails from today....96!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more to come later in the week:  My husbands new obsession with Big Brother.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8455833647369517587?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8455833647369517587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8455833647369517587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8455833647369517587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8455833647369517587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/surreal-momentsand-some-frustrating.html' title='Surreal moments....and some frustrating ones too'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2435094055118768775</id><published>2008-04-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:14:51.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>I feel like a blog delinquent as of late because I haven't had as much time to check blogs and to blog myself.  We've had some rearrangements at work which have made things a bit busier, which is actually a good thing, but an adjustment none-the-less.  The weather has also been pretty nice (off and on), so we've been spending more time outside.&lt;br /&gt;So here is some randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever remembered something your parents told you when you were a child, that stuck with you throughout your life.  Well, this is nothing profound, but I've always remembered it.  I have always liked hot drinks like coffee/tea.  My Mom has always been an avid tea drinker, and I grew up enjoying tea as well.  When I was a teenager an espresso business started in my home town (Dutch. Bros), and I loved getting the really sweet espresso drinks like caramel mochas, or some other sugary drink.  Well around that time I remember my Dad telling me that someday I would be drinking black coffee, and I thought, nah...gross!  Well Dad, you were right.  It's been a slow progression over the years, going from sugary coffee, to just cream in my coffee, to Americanos with cream, to just Americanos.  Now for all you non coffee drinkers, and Americano is basically very strong coffee.  For about the last year I've been making Americanos with a splash of 1/2 and 1/2 with our espresso machine.  One day I made my regular coffee (3 shots, then hot water, and the cream) except I accidentally omitted the cream.  Well when you make espresso right you get a nice layer of caramel colored crema at the top, plus when I add the hot water it creates another layer of bubbles on the top.  I started drinking the coffee and thought it tasted a little different, but still thought it was good.  It was only when I was half way finished with it that I could see that it was black coffee.  Ever since then I've just made it black ...saves me a step in my pre-coffee grogginess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2435094055118768775?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2435094055118768775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2435094055118768775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2435094055118768775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2435094055118768775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-497920296871433813</id><published>2008-04-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:13:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell phone adventures</title><content type='html'>My birthday is coming up, and I had hinted to DH that I would really like a new cell phone.  My current one had a crack in the face, and since I have a job where I work from my computer, I thought it would be oh so handy to be able to check my email and work even when away from my desk.  Of course, the thing that is getting all the rave right now is the i*phone, so I had initially mentioned my interest in that.  I knew that DH had done some research on the i*phone, so I wanted to make sure that it was actually the thing I wanted.  Well, to make a long story short, I found through much research that the i*phone is really cool, and great as an i*pod, but not so great as a phone and not as great with the features I was looking for.  So, basically I found the best deal on a family plan (what the DH had been researching), and basically handed the paperwork to my DH for him to order :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new phone (my birthday present)...I picked the  AT*T Tilt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://techluver.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/att-tilt-8925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://techluver.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/att-tilt-8925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially,I spent about 2 hours working on my contact list.  You connect your phone to your computer and it downloads all your contacts from your email system.  Well I had a ton of duplicate contacts.....contacts I didn't even recognize, and contacts I would never need on my phone.  I also discovered a whole article on things you should do to your phone to make it more user friendly.... remove unwanted "bloatware" aka...software on the phone that you don't need...like trials of games etc, software you should add to your phone in order to modify some of the settings, etc.  Well, turns out in order to get rid of all the "bloatware" you have to do a hard reset of the phone which gets rid of anything you've saved to the phone :)  So all my contacts that I had modified were lost. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday DH and I spent most of the day working on the phone...not because it was hard...but it was slightly technically challenging to add/remove/modify programs and software, and I'm sure we did everything the hard way because neither of us completely understood what we were doing (I'm sure DH will disagree).  Anyway, today, everything is working smoothly, and I'm really enjoying the phone.  Being able to receive emails while I'm out and about is just so fun.  Also having the ability to check the ratings on Ama*zon before buying a book at Target will relieve a great deal of anxiety!!  Last week I had to call my dear sister from Target and ask her if she could look some books up for me on Amazon because I just couldn't buy a book without knowing what it rated...or how well other people liked it.  (as a side note, I'm the same with recipes...I almost exclusively use &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com"&gt;allrecipes&lt;/a&gt; because people rate the recipes after they make them...so I only make recipes rated 5 stars).  Anyway, I can think of so many things that this phone is going to be useful for when I'm out and about.....maps/directions, movie times, amazon ratings and prices, phone numbers for restaurants, and a myriad of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am addicted to the internet.  I don't know how people live without it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-497920296871433813?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/497920296871433813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=497920296871433813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/497920296871433813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/497920296871433813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/cell-phone-adventures.html' title='Cell phone adventures'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-175621729586763293</id><published>2008-04-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:19:59.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious new discovery</title><content type='html'>Tonight after work I had to drag the kids and myself to the grocery store for some much needed supplies.  The kids had eaten dinner while I finished working, which left me hungry....never good while grocery shopping right. So I'm perusing the health food section, and came across this cooler thing full of these TV dinners.  The pictures looked much more interesting that the regular TV dinners so I took a closer look.  The had the word "health" listed on the front as well as "USDA organic", which made me even more interested.  So I bought a couple because the nutritional data looked pretty good, and sometimes it's just nice to have a quick meal on hand.  So I get home and pop the thing in the microwave per directions, and pull it out and take the plastic cover off.  Well, it definitely did NOT look like the picture, in fact it didn't look all that appetizing at all.  I let it cool down a bit while I finished unloading groceries.  OH.MY.GOODNESS...this thing was downright tasty, delicious....best "TV dinner" I've ever had, bar none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are called "&lt;a href="http://www.helensfoods.com/meals.shtml"&gt;Helen's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;", and the flavor I had was Thai Yellow Curry.  Seriously it was delicious, and not in the ..well it's okay for a TV dinner type of way.  It is made with tofu, which in my book is a better way to go then frozen reheated chicken.  You so cannot tell it's tofu...it just tastes yummy. &lt;br /&gt;Here are the nutrition facts:&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 280&lt;br /&gt;Total fat: 4.8g&lt;br /&gt;Sodium: 390&lt;br /&gt;Total Carbs: 30&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2gm&lt;br /&gt;Sugar 1gm&lt;br /&gt;Protein 12g&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin A: 40%&lt;br /&gt;Calcium:  30%&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin C: 25%&lt;br /&gt;Iron:  15%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pretty small portion, but perfect size if you are aiming for 5-6 meals a day.  They were only $2.99 where I bought them, and I'm seriously considering going down tomorrow to buy all of them because I've never seen them anywhere else, and this is not a grocery store I frequent regularly.  I also bought a hearty bean chili with veggies and tofu, so I'll let you know if it's as good as the Thai Yellow Curry.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had 5 things on my grocery list and came out with $105 worth of groceries...how does this happen?!?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-175621729586763293?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/175621729586763293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=175621729586763293' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/175621729586763293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/175621729586763293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/04/delicious-new-discovery.html' title='Delicious new discovery'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-691832543785756024</id><published>2008-03-31T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:22:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser!</title><content type='html'>Drum role please......I didn't work out today.  I know I know, I was all set to do it (well maybe not mentally).  The problem is that I'm not terribly unhappy with my body at this point, so I'm having a hard time committing to a 90 day intense regimen.  I did however have a great clean eating day, so I'm happy about that, because for me, the eating is more difficult than the working out.   I put the video in early this morning and when I saw the first video is 53 minutes long, I just didn't have time to do the whole thing, so then I thought I would do it this afternoon after work, but I have a huge headache and no desire to workout whatsoever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still undecided as to whether I will combine all my great Beachbody videos, or stick to one program like P90x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and guess what I just discovered....my beloved Steamfresh veggies...well they have a delicious Asian medley that is "specially seasoned"....so I look at the ingredients and nutritional info just for fun and guess what goodie it has in it...&lt;br /&gt;wait for it............partially hydrogenated soybean oil........aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.  That's Trans fat people....in my steamed veggies.  I'm so irritated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-691832543785756024?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/691832543785756024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=691832543785756024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/691832543785756024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/691832543785756024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-loser.html' title='I&apos;m a loser!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7442075734299831789</id><published>2008-03-30T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:58:58.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow I'm serious!</title><content type='html'>So after my expected 1+ month hiatus from working out and eating right, I'm planning on getting back on track tomorrow.  I will be doing &lt;a href="http://www.getfitwithkristen.com/productsP90X.php"&gt;P90x&lt;/a&gt;  for 90 days to see what this body can accomplish.  Really it just depends on how dedicated I can be, and how clean I can keep my diet, which is where my real struggle is.&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to double check the P90x program, but I'm pretty sure it's 6 days of working out, which will be good because I plan on having 6 clean eating days followed by a free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src='http://videos.milliondollarbody.com/linking/index.jsp?skin=oneclip&amp;ehv=http://www.milliondollarbody.com/showcase_player.htm&amp;fr_story=c2f46a833d1bbdb82978d58d50027f3f9cbfdee1&amp;rf=ev&amp;hl=true' width=304 height=268 scrolling='no' frameborder=0 marginwidth=0 marginheight=0&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of some other people who are starting up fresh tomorrow too, but if there is anyone else out there that needs some accountability and support in their weight loss endeavors, please let me know.  I think having a support system is crucial when trying to lose weight or develop healthier eating and exercising habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7442075734299831789?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7442075734299831789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7442075734299831789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7442075734299831789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7442075734299831789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/tomorrow-im-serious.html' title='Tomorrow I&apos;m serious!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2595305886245259059</id><published>2008-03-28T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:42:29.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the beach...with SNOW</title><content type='html'>We're currently on our 4th annual Oregon coast trip with my in-laws and sister-in-law.  We always stay at a house at &lt;a href="http://www.bellabeach.com"&gt;Bella beach&lt;/a&gt;.  We've loved every house we've stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up this morning to SNOW!!!!  Yesterday when we arrived it was 51 degrees and partly cloudy..pretty nice for the Oregon coast.  Now we have snow that is sticking.  Uh, weird!!!  The fire is going and the view from the couch is lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping this doesn't effect my plans to go shopping at the outlet mall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2595305886245259059?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2595305886245259059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2595305886245259059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2595305886245259059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2595305886245259059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-beachwith-snow.html' title='At the beach...with SNOW'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-611665120835305098</id><published>2008-03-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:10:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever been given a gift you didn't deserve in any way, shape, or form?  Today, as we celebrate Easter, I am reminded that I was given a gift.  Actually, everyone has been given this gift, but there are those who choose not to accept it.  The gift is that of eternal salvation, of redemption, forgiveness, and hope.  Today, I thank my Lord and Savior for dying on the cross for my sins, and for rising again so that I could be saved.  What an amazing gift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HE IS RISEN!!&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/3532102426763970365-611665120835305098?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/611665120835305098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=611665120835305098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/611665120835305098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/611665120835305098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6683068640832628605</id><published>2008-03-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:46:23.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9ySBTG3ojI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1dErtHSi7rY/s1600-h/img_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9ySBTG3ojI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1dErtHSi7rY/s320/img_0349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178174222575837746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Maree's 4th birthday.  We had a wonderful day!  I had found "&lt;a href="http://www.graciousme.net/index.html"&gt;Ms. Annie&lt;/a&gt;"  who has a wonderful tea room where she hosts parties for all ages, and will also come to your house to hostess parties.  Ms. Annie came to our house about 15 minutes before the party to drop off tons of dress-up supplies for the little girls...and I mean tons!  She also dropped off her puppet show and entertaining supplies.  Then the girls (who have been hidden away as to not see where all this stuff came from) get to dress up in all kinds of princess paraphernalia.  Then, there is a knock at the door, so I go get Maree to answer the door, and low and behold, there stands Snow White!!  The girls just stared. Snow White asks if she has found Maree's party, and asks if she can come in and play.    She comes in and takes out a parachute for all the girls to sit on, and performs a puppet show.  She did a wonderful job, and the girls giggled and giggled...and soon my son peaked his head around the corner and his eyes got huge, and he started to smile (he didn't know Snow White had come to our house).  The puppet show continues and Aaron gets closer and closer to the action, and pretty soon he is giggling louder than the little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yQATG3ohI/AAAAAAAAAGo/teh9aexdTm4/s1600-h/100_3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yQATG3ohI/AAAAAAAAAGo/teh9aexdTm4/s320/100_3023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178172006372712978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they all got their faces painted by Snow White...not your ordinary face painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yO-zG3ofI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lwxS0YRI_Go/s1600-h/img_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yO-zG3ofI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lwxS0YRI_Go/s320/img_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178170881091281394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could tell that Aaron SO badly wanted his face painted but was too bashful to ask...he eventually gave in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yRBTG3oiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hR4HHKijUiw/s1600-h/img_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yRBTG3oiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hR4HHKijUiw/s320/img_0348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178173123064209954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had a fashion "parade".&lt;br /&gt;It was just so fun.  Fun for the girls, and fun for the me too.  It was such a delight to see all the girls giggling and having such a good time.  I think I'd like to have Ms. Annie for every future birthday party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yZXTG3okI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TDMGQmn1rMk/s1600-h/img_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9yZXTG3okI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TDMGQmn1rMk/s320/img_0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178182297114354242" 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/3532102426763970365-6683068640832628605?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6683068640832628605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6683068640832628605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6683068640832628605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6683068640832628605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday fun'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9ySBTG3ojI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1dErtHSi7rY/s72-c/img_0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3470533355038507085</id><published>2008-03-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:22:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before...and after (but not finished)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the before...the mess in prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gMTDG3oaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5N4ZFndMlbQ/s1600-h/100_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gMTDG3oaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5N4ZFndMlbQ/s320/100_2991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176901293053551010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the after...old bedding, old curtains etc...still working on all the accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gPXjG3obI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0iyGY2Gx68I/s1600-h/100_2995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gPXjG3obI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0iyGY2Gx68I/s320/100_2995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176904668897845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is just an added bonus. I forgot about this picture until I uploaded the bedroom pictures.  This is something my dear husband dreamed up one day, and has talked about making for some time.  All I have to say is "you know you're a redneck when.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gQWjG3ocI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qXtNmnZjUuE/s1600-h/100_2986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gQWjG3ocI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qXtNmnZjUuE/s320/100_2986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176905751229604290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you design a toilet seat that attaches to your truck's trailer hitch".   I'm not quite sure what Aaron is doing there.... "Ahoy Matey"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little bewildered by my husband's imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3470533355038507085?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3470533355038507085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3470533355038507085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3470533355038507085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3470533355038507085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/beforeand-after-but-not-finished.html' title='Before...and after (but not finished)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R9gMTDG3oaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5N4ZFndMlbQ/s72-c/100_2991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8303964584084198332</id><published>2008-03-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:36:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant gratification...or not so much</title><content type='html'>For the last several months I've had the itch to re-paint my bedroom, and to also get rid of the behemoth of a computer armoire I have, which is just a huge, cheap, eyesore.  I work from home and have my "office" in our bedroom, so I spend a LOT of time in there.  It was previously painted red (on 1 wall) and tan in a Tuscan inspired (I use that reference lightly), as I am SO not good at decorating!!  When I first painted I still had mismatched furniture...hand-me-downs and such, so painting was my only way of sprucing up the room. A little over a year ago we bought a whole new bedroom set, which I just love, yet the room was still the same...the curtains were never quite right, the computer armoire was still ugly, and the bedding...well I just couldn't find the right one.  So ANYWAY, this weekend I finally decided what I wanted to do, and decided it was time to do it.  My poor husband actually said that he would rather have a root canal with no anesthetic than to have to paint, so you can imagine his joy at my stating I wanted to re-paint our room.  I'm sure he was trying to figure out a way to be conveniently called to work during his wife's crazy painting whim.   When I decide I want to do something, I want to do it NOW..as in yesterday.  I am very determined.  Saturday Steve was just not going for the painting idea, and since it was such a beautiful day outside, we just relaxed and enjoyed the sunshine. Then Sunday rolled around, and we were planning out the day, and he mentioned wanting to do some paper mache with the kids, but he needed some glue...so I say...Hey why don't we go to Home Depot...and then I can also "look" at some paint. &lt;br /&gt;Side note:  the Home Depot in Phoenix is just great. The guy (Ron) that helped us with the paint was awesome with the kids...he let them help with every step of the paint mixing/shaking etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided on a paint color (so scary), and head home.  We cleared out all the clutter in our room, and started prepping.  Then started putting primer on the one red wall.  Ron at Home Depot had mentioned that he put twice our paint color in the primer....not sure why...maybe to help with covering the red wall.  Anyway, so the primer starts going up...and I really like the color...and am then starting to worry that the actual paint color (which will be twice as light) will be too light.  Long story short...I stare at both colors on the wall from every angle...call a good friend who is a genius at home decorating, and ask if she can come over to give an opinion.  She and hubby come over (both with good decorating sense), and stare at all angels at both colors ......while Steve diligently continues to paint.  Steve liked the lighter paint color...so he says, although I think he would have said anything as to avoid any additional painting.  So we watch and compare...him and hah.  I think if Steve had stopped painting then I would have had him go down to Home Depot and had the paint colored darkened...but he just kept painting......and painting.  So pretty soon our friends leave, and I just feel bad, so I continue to paint as well. Then, guess what I start to really like the paint color.  And now the whole room is done and I LOVE it.  So yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, along with the new paint color, I had decided I definitely needed new bedding.  I hardly ever make our bed (sad I know...bad and sad)..because our bedding is just so pathetic.  The cat sleeps at the end of the bed, and the bedspread has shrunk after repeated washing...and the the cat has snagged it...so it's just not pretty...so why make the bed (that's my philosophy at least...and maybe I'm just lazy).  So I found this great bedding on Kohls.com that I just loved.  It is black and white..which is the look I was going for, but not too busy to cause a headache.  However, Kohls.com didn't have a queen available...but when I did a goo*gle search for the bed set, it popped up on Ebay......perfect I thought!!  So I watched the bedding set for 4 days...didn't bid on it, because I thought I would bid at the very last minute and get a good deal on it.  So the day the auction is  set to end, is the same day we are finishing up the painting...and also taking the behemoth of a computer armoire out of the room....while also disconnecting the computer.  So we set the kitchen timer to 5 minutes before the auction is set to end...perfect amount of time to swoop in there and win the auction without the other people being able to out bid you.  Ya, well, that would have been a perfect plan, had we not closed our bedroom door with the music on, and furiously painted in order to get it done before 10pm.  I suddenly realize that it was about time for the auction to end...and go into panic mode, seeing that the kitchen timer has already gone off (without us hearing it)...the my laptop won't connect to the computer (because my computer is totally disconnected), and so I call my sister frantically, seeing if she can get online and see if the auction is over.   It was.  Booo hoooooo!!!!!  I was so mad at myself.  The bedding sold for the same price it was at when I had first started looking at it...so cheap!  I should have just bid on it.  Lesson learned!  You cannot find the bedding   ANYWHERE!  I've called several Kohls stores, and they don't have it, and don't know if it's been discontinued or not.  Pooh!  The guy at the Kohls customer service said to call back in a MONTH to see if they were getting more stock.  Um, hello, do you know who you are talking to.....I'm a woman...I needed it yesterday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one other set I really like, but it is twice as much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really like my paint color :)   Whew!  Good thing too, because there ain't no way my DH would be helping me RE-paint the bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8303964584084198332?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8303964584084198332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8303964584084198332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8303964584084198332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8303964584084198332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/instant-gratificationor-not-so-much.html' title='Instant gratification...or not so much'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2706998798168072649</id><published>2008-03-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:53:38.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland Highlights</title><content type='html'>Our trip to Portland was fast, fun, and exhausting!!  It's amazing how the kids can just keep going and going for hours on end, meanwhile I'm ready to take a nap!&lt;br /&gt;We had fun at the zoo, definitely the highlight of the trip.  It was a little cold out and rainy off and on, but the kids didn't seem to notice.  We also visited Krispy Kreme (don't tell anyone), Trader Joe's, Lego store, Disney store, and a few other places we don't have in Medford, so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Maree was attached to the hip of Auntie Deanna, as is customary.  She was also very emotional on the drive home saying "I miss my auntie"...with tears running down her cheeks.  Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84JKiUiZFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GayKs7Fz3Hw/s1600-h/img_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84JKiUiZFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GayKs7Fz3Hw/s320/img_0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083098511565906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84JjyUiZGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/apnP4FTW8Is/s1600-h/img_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84JjyUiZGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/apnP4FTW8Is/s320/img_0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083532303262818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84J1SUiZHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QnKO5Ndj7xI/s1600-h/img_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84J1SUiZHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QnKO5Ndj7xI/s320/img_0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083832950973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84KIyUiZII/AAAAAAAAAFY/HOuMZP80Sa4/s1600-h/img_0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84KIyUiZII/AAAAAAAAAFY/HOuMZP80Sa4/s320/img_0306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174084167958422658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maree just couldn't keep her eyes open any longer on the drive home.  She took Aaron's Lego crown and put it over her eyes, and fell asleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84KhiUiZJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/leQiq3HwTGg/s1600-h/img_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84KhiUiZJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/leQiq3HwTGg/s320/img_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174084593160184978" 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/3532102426763970365-2706998798168072649?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2706998798168072649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2706998798168072649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2706998798168072649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2706998798168072649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/03/portland-highlights.html' title='Portland Highlights'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R84JKiUiZFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GayKs7Fz3Hw/s72-c/img_0247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-726743537672324804</id><published>2008-02-28T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:16:20.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy shrimp recipe</title><content type='html'>About 2 months ago I was browsing through one of my magazines, and came across a really tasty looking/sounding shrimp recipe.  I proceeded to tear it out and stick it to my fridge.  Now, I've torn MANY recipes out in the past, but I cannot recall EVER actually making one.  The thing that was different about this recipe was that it was healthy, didn't have a huge list of ingredients, and most of the ingredients are things I keep on hand.  Some of you already know that I'm not good using recipes.  Well, when I bake I use recipes, but I almost never use recipes when cooking dinner type meals.  Or I'll use a recipe as a reference and modify it or guesstimate amounts.  I don't know why I don't like to use recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I actually made this recipe tonight, and OMG it was fantastic!!!  I'm not a huge shrimp fan...so I like it when you can't taste any shrimp flavor.  The kids also ate it, which was a big plus.  Hubby said he liked it, and he had seconds of the shrimp...minus the "salad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sharing this recipe...not only so you can all try it, but also so I don't lost the recipe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is from Good Houseke*eping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed Shrimp on Warm Black Bean Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 lbs large shrimp shelled and deveined&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 lime&lt;br /&gt;1 sm. onion chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 med. red pepper, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15 to 19 oz.) black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. chopped fresh cilantro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sprinkle shrimp with 1/4 tsp salt and 1/8 tsp coarsely ground black pepper.  In 12-inch non-stick skillet, heat 1 tsp oil on medium x 1 minute.  Add shrimp and cook about 6 minutes or until shrimp turn opaque throughout, stirring frequently.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Meanwhile, from lime, grate 1 tsp peel and squeeze 2 Tbsp juice; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Transfer shrimp to small bowl; cover with foil to keep warm.  In same skillet, heat remaining 1 tsp oil on medium x 1 minute.  Add onion and red pepper, and cook 8 minutes or until tender.  Stir in cumin; cook 1 minute.  Add black beans, lime peel and juice, 1/4 tsp salt, and 1/4 tsp black pepper.  Cook 3 minutes or until heated through.  Spoon black bean mixture onto 4 dinner plates.  Top with shrimp and any liquid in bowl; sprinkle with chopped cilantro.  ***I squeezed more lime juice on top before serving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each serving:&lt;br /&gt;About 240 calories, 29 g protein, 24 g carbs, 5 gm total fat, 8 g fiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, I'm going to Portland tomorrow with the kids to meet up with Auntie Deanna.  Going to the zoo, shopping, eating...should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-726743537672324804?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/726743537672324804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=726743537672324804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/726743537672324804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/726743537672324804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/yummy-shrimp-recipe.html' title='Yummy shrimp recipe'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-4598676204468673674</id><published>2008-02-26T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:37:26.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderation is key....unless you're an all or nothing person like me</title><content type='html'>Last week was pretty much a free-for-all in the food department.  After months and months of focusing on healthy eating to get in shape for Cabo, it was somewhat of a release to come home and not worry about what I ate at all.  Except that I did worry about it, and I didn't feel great doing it.  Eating like crap makes you feel like crap....at least in my case...yet I kept doing it because mentally I needed to (or something like that).  Last year after Cabo I'm pretty sure I ate crummy for at least a month or something without working out.  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really trying to focus on moderation.  Not stressing about always eating "clean", but eating healthy most of the time, and allowing myself the occasional treat, all the while working out hard.  I'm really not good at moderation because I am an "all or nothing" kind of person.  I've tried the moderation method before and wasn't very successful.  I find that one indulgence leads to 10...it's just a slippery slope.  I wish I could be one of those people who wants to eat healthy all the time and never crave chocolate, mochas, ice cream, white bread, and cookies.  However, I do enjoy all those things, so it's hard to tell myself I can't just eat them whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in 2 months.  I had a great workout, and it was nice to do something different.  I'm nice and sore today!  I think I am going to try to incorporate the gym with the videos as to avoid getting bored with either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just had to add that my MIL is here today to watch the kiddos while I work, and she walks in with a blouse I've had in my sewing cabinet for over a year.  The blouse was too big, so I was trying to take it in with my Mom's Serger, but the Serger de-threaded (is that a word?) right as I was doing it, so it just left a big hole down the side.  So, there the blouse sat, in the cabinet....until my dear MIL rescued it and fixed it for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-4598676204468673674?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/4598676204468673674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=4598676204468673674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4598676204468673674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4598676204468673674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/moderation-is-keyunless-youre-all-or.html' title='Moderation is key....unless you&apos;re an all or nothing person like me'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5029771434838089078</id><published>2008-02-20T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:34:23.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother-in-law</title><content type='html'>I previously mentioned that I would expand on what my mother-in-law did while Steve and I were in Cabo.  Some of you may get extremely jealous that I have such an amazing mother-in-law.  First of all, my MIL has always been amazing, but not until I had children did I realize just what a gift she was.  She lives 40 miles from us, yet she would drop everything to come over and watch the kids for us.  When we had Aaron she was still working full time, but she would take 1-2 days off a week (using her amazing accumulation of sick time) to come and watch Aaron while I worked.  She then retired ...wooohooo :)  .   I would often come home to a clean house and dinner waiting on the stove.  She would be at my house early in the morning with a coffee for me from my favorite coffee place.  She did this without any expectation or stipulation for something in return.  I was in awe (and still am) of how selfless she is.  She is also an amazing encourager.  She has a gift for finding the good side of every situation.  This is despite the fact that she's had so many losses in her life.  I could go on and on about how much she means to me.  During our trip to Cabo she mostly stayed at our house with the kids, because she knows that they are more comfortable in their own surroundings which means they don't miss mommy and daddy as much.   When Steve and I came home, the first thing I noticed was that all of our shoes in our garage had been organized.  It usually looks like there was a shoe bomb outside our door, but they were all neatly paired together.  Hence, I call her the shoe fairy.  The house was so nice and clean when we got home, and I keep discovering new things that she did.  She organized my linen closet..."linen fairy", she organized the kids rooms, including going through their clothes to get rid of the ones that are too small, then organizing all their drawers.  She had hung or put away all our laundry "laundry fairy", she had organized my silverware drawer "fork fairy".  Monday I opened the freezer to find that it was no longer the place where food got stuffed in, only to get lost and never be seen again..."freezer fairy".  Then I noticed that my spice cabinet and baking cabinet were organized and cleaner "cabinet fairy".  In the midst of all that she cared for my children, drove Aaron to school and picked him up, and took the kids out to ice cream 3x (according to my son).  She also kept all my plants alive...well, actually she does this anyway..."plant fairy".&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if she'll read this or not, but I hope she knows how dear she is to me, and I how much I appreciate everything she does for us.  Words really could never express my appreciation and love for her.  Someday I hope to be to my daughter and daughter-in-law what she has been for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5029771434838089078?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5029771434838089078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5029771434838089078' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5029771434838089078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5029771434838089078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mother-in-law.html' title='My mother-in-law'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2091846070335657284</id><published>2008-02-18T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:09:52.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we arrived safely back home on Saturday night.  Thank you to my dear mother-in-law for the wonderful care of my children...I'll post more on that later, and thank you to my dear sister for staying at the house with the kids until we got home on Saturday, and for getting us groceries!  We really did have a wonderful time....pretty different from last year when we went with some friends, but it was still fun.  I'm such a social being, that I was craving some good adult conversation by about Monday evening...DH and I ran out of things to say to each other after spending so much time together Saturday and Sunday....you know...without any interruptions from kiddos and such.  Our conversations after Sunday went like this&lt;br /&gt;Me:  what should we do today?&lt;br /&gt;DH:  I don't know, what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  hmmmmm, maybe have some breakfast and lay in the sun&lt;br /&gt;DH:  OK, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about lunch time it went like this&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm getting hungry, what do you want to do for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;DH:  I don't know, what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Um, let's go eat.&lt;br /&gt;DH: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about dinner time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What do you want to do for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;DH:  I don't know, what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I've heard good things about such and such a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;DH:  Okay, let's do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did meet some nice people, got lots of sun.  DH read about 1000 pages.  I read a great book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Tent&lt;/span&gt;, then I went to buy another book a the resort, and tried to get into it, but I just couldn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival I asked the receptionist if we could have an "ocean front" villa.  All of the villas have great ocean views as the resort is set into a huge hill, so each row of villas is set higher than the one in front; however, having a front row villa means that you don't view any roof tops or buildings...just ocean.  Luckily we were able to get a front row on the very edge of the resort which means we had what I think is the absolute best view.  Below is a picture which I think really shows how close to the ocean we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7ovbCgjG7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jSN0wmaJW6E/s1600-h/100_2941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7ovbCgjG7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jSN0wmaJW6E/s320/100_2941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168495663937428402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....it almost felt like we were sitting on a cruise ship because if you were in the living room you couldn't see the waves crashing, so it looked like we were sitting on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the red beauty. ...at Art and Beer.   :)  Our rental car..with no radio (just a big hole), which was actually okay because that way no one would be tempted to break into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7o_nygjG8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rNT7joii5M8/s1600-h/img_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7o_nygjG8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rNT7joii5M8/s320/img_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168513475166804930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are just some random pictures of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pAiigjG9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8Kaj_RRjaIQ/s1600-h/img_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pAiigjG9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8Kaj_RRjaIQ/s320/img_0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168514484484119506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pA1igjG-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/shNlsfTd-vY/s1600-h/img_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pA1igjG-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/shNlsfTd-vY/s320/img_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168514810901634018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pBHigjG_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DqVqo0xkXvU/s1600-h/img_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pBHigjG_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DqVqo0xkXvU/s320/img_0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168515120139279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pBfygjHAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kweVwn0PuJ8/s1600-h/img_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pBfygjHAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kweVwn0PuJ8/s320/img_0224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168515536751107074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pCHigjHBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zdLAyHCa-n4/s1600-h/img_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7pCHigjHBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zdLAyHCa-n4/s320/img_0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168516219650907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cabo is a lovely place to visit in Mexico.  It isn't the "prettiest" of places, but the weather is fabulous, and they have all the comforts of home.   We love it there, and hope to return in 2010 with the kids and hopefully Auntie Deanna as well :).  Let's see, that's only 726 more days :)  In the meantime, I've already started planning a vacation to Disneyland, as my dear daughter has never forgotten that we mentioned we would maybe go when she was 5...which will be next Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2091846070335657284?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2091846070335657284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2091846070335657284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2091846070335657284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2091846070335657284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R7ovbCgjG7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jSN0wmaJW6E/s72-c/100_2941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8252266117848460654</id><published>2008-02-11T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:17:20.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update from Cabo.  We arrived safely, although our flight from Medford to Phoenix had no bathroom available.  Slightly comical.  Upon arriving in the lovely Cabo weather, we made it through customs with no problems, then had no idea where to find our rental car.  Of course there is every species of salesman waiting to snatch up any clueless tourist for "a good deal"on a car...and they are all there "to help you".  I think Steve was a weeee bit nervous that his dear wife had completely flaked on setting up this rental car situation from word of mouth advise on Trip Advisor.  Thankfully we walked around a bit (so glad we were familiar with the airport) and found our guy waiting patiently for us.  He runs a private "family" owned car rental business.  He leads us to our little red rider (read:  red beater), and opens up the trunk for us, only to find a dead body........just kidding, but there were 3 loads of dirty laundry in there to which he exclaimed "what the h....     that's what you get for dealing with a family business".  Anyway, we laughed, he was such a nice guy.  He says he owns the police down here, so we feel quite confident in driving around.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been perfect. It was a little overcast the day we arrived, but yesterday and today have been clear and probably in the low 80s....perfect if you ask me.  Anyway, there's lots more to tell, but I'll save it for later.  Right now, I need a nap!  Did I mention we went to bed at 6:30 on Saturday night (that's 5:30 your time).  So sad...but we were so tired from getting up at 3:15am or so.  We managed to stay up until 9:30 last night (8:30 your time).   Wow, what party animals we are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing well ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8252266117848460654?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8252266117848460654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8252266117848460654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8252266117848460654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8252266117848460654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/hola.html' title='HOLA!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-4221384626499878852</id><published>2008-02-08T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:01:55.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nationality??</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you haven't ever visited my &lt;a href="http://thewittmersfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;, now would be a good time, because what I am about to tell you totally coincides with what she just blogged about, and makes it even funnier.  So before you read the rest of this post, you've got to go read her most recent post....then come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning I went to a little coffee shop to get a 1/2 pound of coffee to take on our trip, and also get some fresh homemade bagels there...so yummy.  This is the conversation I had with the gal at the counter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  Do you want the bagels to go&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes....to go to Mexico   ( I just can't help myself...)&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  Oh fun, are you leaving today?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, we are leaving first thing in the morning, and they don't feed you on the plane, so we figured we'd take some bagels with us.&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  Cool, are you going to visit family??&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhhhhhhhhh ...........................    No, just going on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have thought I looked Hispanic.  If my mind would have been working a little faster, I would have asked her so.  It just so happens that the more tan I get in Mexico, the more the natives start speaking to me in Spanish because they think I am Hispanic.  Turns out, I'm just a white girl with olive skin.  Most of you know my sister is a blue eyed blonde with light skin.  Yep, same &lt;a href="http://yanknkiwi.blogspot.com/"&gt;parents&lt;/a&gt;...go ask them.  My mom was asked many times if her daughters had the same father.  Who asks that anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6zRJggkBjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uHJllXCpDu4/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6zRJggkBjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uHJllXCpDu4/s320/IMG_1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164732833962657330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought it was hilarious.  I've been asked so many times what my nationality is, and have been told that I look hispanic, greek, Mediterranean, italian...among others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-4221384626499878852?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/4221384626499878852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=4221384626499878852' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4221384626499878852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/4221384626499878852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-nationality.html' title='My nationality??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6zRJggkBjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uHJllXCpDu4/s72-c/IMG_1425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7718008196376445185</id><published>2008-02-08T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:47:10.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 24 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6x9SggkBgI/AAAAAAAAADo/n7z7EYF7f9s/s1600-h/100_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6x9SggkBgI/AAAAAAAAADo/n7z7EYF7f9s/s200/100_1643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164640629604746754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHHH, I can't believe we are now less than 24 hours away!  It's especially crazy because I've been counting down the days since about day 362...no lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bags are mostly packed, passports ready to go, web check-in for our flight done.  I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to sleep tonight, as we have to be up at about 3:30am...and since I never wake up to an alarm clock (blessed I know), I always sleep terribly when I know the alarm clock is on....I'll wake up several times in the middle of the night to see if it's time to get up yet...some anxiety about missing the alarm.  Combine that with the excitement about leaving, and it's just not looking good. Oh well, I'll have plenty of time to catch up on sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got our whole week basically planned out, from activities to where we are going to eat.  I am the travel agent in the marriage (like my &lt;a href="http://thewittmersfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear sister)&lt;/a&gt;,  so I've made every single reservation/plan/decision about this vacation.  I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be going on vacation if my husband were left to the planning :)....love you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a rundown of our week so that you can live vicariously through me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  arrive in Cabo at 12:05, get rental car, go to grocery store, then to resort for check-in.  Lounge on beach for a while, have dinner at resort.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Run by Costco (isn't it lovely they have a Costco...it's right next door to Walmart..which we will not be going to because they don't pay their workers fair wages).  Drive up the coast to Todos Santos, stopping at a place called Art and Beer along the way.  A must see according to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  Lounge in sun ALL DAY, maybe a massage on the beach, dinner in San Jose Del Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  Meet with Trip Advisor folks to take clothing and other fun things to the kiddos in some of the poor neighborhoods.  Come back and have dinner at Mi Casa.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  More lounging by the pool, maybe go zip lining...depending on our mood.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  Valentine's day.  Possibly go zip lining if we don't go Wednesday, going to The Office for dinner (feet in sand, water 20 feet away, the best pomegranate margaritas).&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Lounge in sun&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Come home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem like enough time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't worked out since my crazy Wii workout.  My elbow is totally messed up!!  I get these sharp shooting pains when I move it certain ways, and my elbow actually has decreased sensation.  I'm really glad that I'll have a week of relative inactivity to let it heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful week too!  Many of you have requested for me to drink a margarita for you, which I'm happy to oblige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenga un día maravilloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister just made reference to my toes in &lt;a href="http://thewittmersfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I thought I'd share them :)  I hope none of you have strange feelings towards feet.  I think they are quite FESTIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6yHdQgkBhI/AAAAAAAAADw/MyR49gmL8Uw/s1600-h/100_2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6yHdQgkBhI/AAAAAAAAADw/MyR49gmL8Uw/s320/100_2936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164651809404618258" 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/3532102426763970365-7718008196376445185?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7718008196376445185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7718008196376445185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7718008196376445185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7718008196376445185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/less-than-24-hours.html' title='Less than 24 hours'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R6x9SggkBgI/AAAAAAAAADo/n7z7EYF7f9s/s72-c/100_1643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6577289151086980759</id><published>2008-02-05T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:30:24.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Boxing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ur4ldN32Ep65oM:http://www.ryoku.co.uk/ryokushop/pc/catalog/Ladies%2520Boxing%2520Gloves_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ur4ldN32Ep65oM:http://www.ryoku.co.uk/ryokushop/pc/catalog/Ladies%2520Boxing%2520Gloves_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yesterday, I was feeling little schizo with the workout, so I decided to do intermittent squats, lunges, push-ups and situps throughout the day.  I think I did about 80 of each. Then I decided I would do Wii boxing with my weighted gloves to get a little extra workout.  I ended up burning about 250 calories doing 30 minutes of boxing.  However, when I took the gloves off, I noticed my left hand was feeling a little lame...as in it wasn't working right.  When I tried to type, it felt like I still had weights on my fingers.  My wrist and fingers did not want to extend beyond neutral, and when I tried all my fingers would start shaking.  Ya, nice huh.  So this morning my elbow is all wacky, and my left hand is still lame.  I think I irritated a nerve or 2.  In my world I'd diagnose myself with acute lateral epicondylitis, mostly known as tennis elbow.  Never knew the Wii could be that dangerous huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I'm right handed so all will be well.  I did get some upper body soreness from the boxing though, so at least I was working something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...no more boxing with weighted gloves!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-6577289151086980759?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6577289151086980759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6577289151086980759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6577289151086980759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6577289151086980759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/wii-boxing.html' title='Wii Boxing...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-482316704659257411</id><published>2008-02-04T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:59:51.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do list</title><content type='html'>Things I need to get done in the next 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Workout 5x&lt;br /&gt;2) Go tanning x 1&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy coffee from Good Bean to take to Cabo&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy toys and school supplies for kiddos in Cabo&lt;br /&gt;5) Get hair done (those dang gray hairs!!)&lt;br /&gt;6) Get a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;7) Pack&lt;br /&gt;8) Organize all paperwork/reservations to take&lt;br /&gt;9) Leave message on work phone that I am out of the office&lt;br /&gt;10) Set email to "out of office"&lt;br /&gt;11) Finish cleaning out the fridge&lt;br /&gt;12) Pack some more&lt;br /&gt;13) Scream in excitement that I'll be lounging by the pool this time next week&lt;br /&gt;14) Buy some Valentine's goodies for kids and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;15) Bake or buy some goodies to take for traveling&lt;br /&gt;16) Find a picture of our friend Antonio to take to him in Cabo&lt;br /&gt;17) Pray for good weather, safety, and that the kids won't miss us much&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;18) Pray that I can focus on work for the next 3 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-482316704659257411?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/482316704659257411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=482316704659257411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/482316704659257411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/482316704659257411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-do-list.html' title='To do list'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3117619320919112483</id><published>2008-01-30T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:52:17.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW WEBSITE!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so my new website is up and running!  Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.getfitwithkristen.com"&gt;Get Fit With Kristen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 10 more days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3117619320919112483?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3117619320919112483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3117619320919112483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3117619320919112483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3117619320919112483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-website.html' title='MY NEW WEBSITE!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-6729477741714534127</id><published>2008-01-27T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:14:02.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula Hoop fun</title><content type='html'>Remember the days of hula hooping, when every child at recess had one around their waist?  Well, apparently they are making a comeback, but this time they are being marketed as an exercise tool.  I saw article about this new trend, and then at Walmart the other day, I walked by some for $4, so I decided to get some for the "kids".  Aaron says they have them at school, but he isn't very good at doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get home, and Aaron has mastered the art of hula hooping within about 20 minutes.  When you are not very good at it, you generally move your hips a  lot more than is actually required.  Once you've mastered it, you are actually not moving your hips a whole lot.  I wasn't very good at hula hooping when I was a kid, although I don't remember trying very much.  However, I have now gotten the hang of it, and wanted to see how many calories you can burn doing it.  I strapped on my heart rate monitor and grabbed the hoop.  I did it for 30 minutes and burned 120 calories.  I was expecting a bigger number, but considering my heart rate was staying right around 100 bpm, it was as if I was taking a walk.  You do have to keep your abs pretty tight the whole time, so that can be an added benefit.  Apparently you can now buy weighted hoops to make it more difficult.  I have to admit that it was rather fun, and the time went quickly, and for $4 and not very much space, it could be a good workout to do while watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; like to post a video of Steve doing it, but it looks REALLY obscene, but totally hilarious.  I haven't laughed that hard for a while....you know, where the tears start streaming down your face.  Oh my, it was funny.  He won't let me post it...I've asked :(&lt;br /&gt;So here is Aaron doing it...in his spiderman suit for added pizazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R5zlsQgkBfI/AAAAAAAAADc/r1j6kpcmlrU/s1600-h/img_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R5zlsQgkBfI/AAAAAAAAADc/r1j6kpcmlrU/s320/img_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160251821568296434" 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/3532102426763970365-6729477741714534127?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6729477741714534127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=6729477741714534127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6729477741714534127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/6729477741714534127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/hula-hoop-fun.html' title='Hula Hoop fun'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R5zlsQgkBfI/AAAAAAAAADc/r1j6kpcmlrU/s72-c/img_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-8161124594095795044</id><published>2008-01-26T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:41:14.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craigslist</title><content type='html'>Today we had our first experience with Craigslist.  If you are not familiar with craigslist, it is basically on online flee market/garage sale.  You post items to sell in your area, you don't have to post any personal info (you put your email address in so craigslist can email you, but the buyer doesn't ever see your actual email address), and it takes about 5 minutes to post an ad, which shows up on the website almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve has been wanting a new TV pretty much since we got our other TV.  The other TV was great, but because our our rather large entertainment center, it was just too high for prime viewing.  So, I gave Steve the go ahead to purchase another one.  I gave him a "honey do list" of all the things he needed to complete in order to get this new TV  (he tends to procrastinate on projects).  He agreed to the terms and ordered the new TV today.  One of the "terms" of purchase was that he had to put our other TV on craigslist to sell.  He agreed.  However, I was sitting here on the laptop, and decided to see what was involved in posting an ad.  Well, it was just so easy, that I ended up just posting one.&lt;br /&gt;At about 1:45 the ad was posted&lt;br /&gt;At about 1:50 the ad appeared on craigslist&lt;br /&gt;At 1:14 we get an email asking us to call about the TV&lt;br /&gt;At about 1:30 Steve calls the man&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes ago (3:15), we had cash in our hands, and the TV left our house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have our bedroom TV in the living room to fill the big hole left by our now absent old TV.  It looks absolutely tiny, but it will be fine until our new TV is delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking about all the other things I can sell on craigslist!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-8161124594095795044?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/8161124594095795044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=8161124594095795044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8161124594095795044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/8161124594095795044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/craigslist.html' title='Craigslist'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5007162151203055561</id><published>2008-01-25T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:57:13.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky nutritional labeling</title><content type='html'>It seems you have to have a degree in nutritional labeling and government regulations in order to understand what is REALLY in the food we buy from the store.  With so many people trying to "watch" what they eat and trying to find healthy foods at the store, it has become increasingly popular for manufacturers to try to label their product as "healthy" in one degree or another.  I feel bad for the normal consumer who doesn't have the time or energy to thoroughly investigate what the labeling actually means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if you see a box that says "0 grams of trans fats", you probably think, GREAT, no trans fat right?  Wrong, usually what that means is that there IS trans fats in that product, but because the government has regulated that a product can claim it is trans fat free if the amount of trans fat per serving is less than  0.5 grams.  So say you go to buy some cookies that claims they have "0 grams of trans fat", and the serving size is 1 cookie.  How many of us really eat only one cookie??  Not me, I eat lots if I'm craving cookies.  Beware of anything that says "0 grams of trans fat".  Look carefully at the ingredients.  If it lists anything saying "partially hydrogenated" or "hydrogenated", put it back on the shelf and walk away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably heard that New York City banned restaurants from using Trans fats in their food preparation.  Recently New York City has also ruled that all restaurants with more than 15 branches (like Burger King, McDonalds, Wendy's, etc.) will have to post the calorie count for all their foods next to their menu.  WOAH, talk about sticker shock!  Yes, I'd like the 570 calorie Big Mac (sorry KW), with a side of a 540 calories large fry, and 350 calories large coke.  You do the math!  Go New York!!!  I think this is going to make the big fast food chains much more aware of how they are making their foods, which can only be a good thing.  As an added benefit, those fine New Yorkers will not have a leg to stand on if they want to sue McDonalds because they got fat from eating there 3x a day everyday, because they "didn't know" it was bad for them.    As you might imagine, the fast food establishments are none to happy about having to post the nutritional info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other tricky labeling ploy used by manufacturers is to market something as "fat free".  Lets take non-stick spray for instance.  It is the same trick as with the trans fat labeling.  If the serving size of the spray contains less than 0.5 grams of fat, they can label it as "fat free".  Think about this.  If you buy a can of olive oil spray, do you really think they have magically sucked all the fat out of it?  The serving size is 1/3 second spray.  Do you know how fast that is? It is a VERY short burst.  So if you are spraying a whole fry pan you probably are spraying for 2-3 seconds.  This may not add that many calories/fat to your food, but don't fool yourself into thinking it's fat free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tricky and frustrating task is to find a healthy bread in the bread isle.  This is next to impossible unless you are in the health food isle or organic section.  Big name bread manufacturers have also developed some very deceptive labeling practices, which have even fooled me several times.  Just last month we were at Costco and quickly looking for a whole wheat bread when we came across the Kirkland brand whole wheat bread.  I skimmed the nutritional label as always, and the first ingredient was whole wheat flour (great), and then I looked for high fructose corn syrup (another terrible ingredient that has managed to find it's way into nearly every type of processed food).  There was no HFCS in the bread, so I deemed it a good buy.  My husband likes soft bread, so he was equally excited that I had OK'd it for the family.  So we went through about 6 loaves, and I really enjoyed the bread (in moderation of course).   So the next time we go to Costco we need to buy more bread, and I'm thinking to myself, this bread just seems TOO good to be this healthy, so I examine the ingredients a little closer.  Sure enough, while the first ingredient was whole wheat flour, the 2nd ingredient was enriched white flour!!!  AAAAGGGGHHHH, no wonder it tasted so good, and was so nice and soft.  I'll probably be avoiding the bread from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is talk in the works of implementing a new nutritional rating on foods, giving the consumer and idea of how healthy the product is in relationship to other foods.  It's called the &lt;span id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt;ONQI (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt;Overall Nutritional Quality Index) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt; rating system.  This system would rate foods from 0-100 depending on how healthy they are, taking in to consideration all their nutritional ingredients and recommendations.  So spinach would be a 100, and I'm thinking Oreos would be a 5 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice is to stay away from the center isles of the grocery store.  The outskirts of the store is where you will generally find the most whole, healthy foods.  If you must venture into the middle, look for products with minimal ingredients. If you can pronounce all the ingredients it is an added bonus!  Also avoid products with "enriched" flour.  Essentially this means they've stripped the grain of almost all it's nutritious value, and then tried to replace the naturally occurring vitamins and minerals.  Also avoid anything with high fructose corn syrup (this is really difficult if you are looking for a pasta sauce, BBQ sauce, marinade, ketchup, bread, etc).  And lastly, look out for those tricky advertising ploys.  If it says "99% less fat, fat free, 0 trans fats, etc" you are probably better off just buying the regular version.  Sometimes it's just better to get the natural peanut butter and real mayonnaise because they are made with whole products rather than a bunch of chemicals to make it lower fat.  Our bodies don't quite know what to do with all those engineered chemicals and processed foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, your best bet, but one that can be somewhat difficult depending on where you live, is to buy locally grown produce and meats.  Not only does this help your neighborly farmers and economy, but you are almost guaranteed a more nutritious and delicious product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5007162151203055561?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5007162151203055561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5007162151203055561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5007162151203055561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5007162151203055561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/sneaky-nutritional-labeling.html' title='Sneaky nutritional labeling'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-5615946278712563333</id><published>2008-01-23T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:54:14.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless my dear daughter</title><content type='html'>I was just in the kitchen taking a break from work.  Steve and I both went tanning today (in preparation for Cabo), so we were comparing tans on our stomachs.  Little Maree was standing right in from of me and she says "mommy, your tummy is getting smaller".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my day!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....could also be that tan fat looks smaller than white fat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-5615946278712563333?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/5615946278712563333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=5615946278712563333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5615946278712563333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/5615946278712563333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/bless-my-dear-daughter.html' title='Bless my dear daughter'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-3409277465044366909</id><published>2008-01-21T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:58:02.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A frustrating day....and some highlights too</title><content type='html'>Today I did not have to work, but I still spent most of the day on my computer...which is totally annoying by itself.  I have been trying to build myself a website for my Million Dollar Body coaching page, and to make a very long sob story short....it  has.not.been.going.well.&lt;br /&gt;So I probably spent 6-8 hours on the computer today, and have really nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a highlight, little Maree bursts into the bathroom this morning while I'm in the shower and says "I DID IT MOMMY, I DID IT".  What did you do Maree?  "I BLEW A BUBBLE".  She came in about 6 times during my shower to tell me she had blown a bubble.   As I was getting ready, she then declared "I'm a big girl now mommy".  Yep, she can officially blow a bubble...although technically she is sucking it in to make a very loud pop, rather than blowing the bubble out.  When she shared her new skill with her brother, he started practicing, and then he was able to blow a bubble (out rather than in).  So all day, they were blowing bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...finally...something to add to my list of "things I never thought I'd say as a parent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Maree... "please stop pretending to burp"&lt;br /&gt;                     "Why do you have your brother's underwear on......again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-3409277465044366909?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/3409277465044366909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=3409277465044366909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3409277465044366909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/3409277465044366909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustrating-dayand-some-highlights-too.html' title='A frustrating day....and some highlights too'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-7415757602144954492</id><published>2008-01-17T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:54:16.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week closer</title><content type='html'>Well that week just flew by!  Now there are only 23 days until Cabo.  Yesterday we got a call saying that our flight home had been changed.  Turns out that instead of getting home at 6:45pm, we now get in 4 hours later, and have a 4 hour layover in Phoenix.  Was a little miffed about that since I booked the tickets (with the most minimal layover time) back in June.  Oh well, not much we can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;  Workouts and eating have been good since Monday. I was going to take just Saturday as a free day, but then when we had the family dinner on Friday, sledding on Saturday, and a family lunch on Sunday, well, basically it was like 2 1/2 free days, although I didn't do nearly as bad as some of my free days.  I did happen to get on the scale yesterday and was completely disappointed by the number.  For one, I don't even know why I get on the stupid thing...well, that's not completely true...I just wish wish wish for a low number and if by chance it is low, then I feel great all day, and get a new wind of motivation.  However, if it's higher than I had hoped, I get irritated, and go eat a bowl of cereal!!!  Logically I know that scale weight is a horrible measure of what is really going on in one's body, but the only time I am really good at staying off of it is when I've been eating like crap.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, the workouts are still fun.  I've been combining Power 90 sculpt workouts with Turbo Jam cardio workouts.  Yesterday during the sculpt video I did a total of like 70 pushups, 27 of them were consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;  Steve has fallen off the Power 90 wagon as he "dislocated" his shoulder while sledding (2nd year that's happened).  Speaking of sledding, during this ride where said shoulder was "dislocated", Steve was going down on the tube (big sledding tube with no hole in the middle) with little Maree.  He thinks that he has more control going down on his stomach, laying on Maree.  However, the place where we sled has 3 humps, so you can get some good air.  So they start going down, hit the hump, fly through the air, land....and Steve is trying not to crush poor Maree underneath him, so he lands somewhat on his shoulder (hence the "dislocation"), and proceeds to roll OFF the tube leaving Maree to continue down the hill by her happy self.  Mind you, she's not hanging on!  Also, where we sled is not really a sledding hill, it's just a place we found one year after discovering the actual sledding hill was really crowded.  So at our sledding hill, you have to either stop yourself before you get to a barbed wire fence, or well, hit the fence (not a good plan).  Now when the adults go down, this is not really a problem because our feet reach off the tube, and you can slow yourself down at the appropriate time, and the first couple of times we went down, the snow was so powdery that  the tubes just stopped.  However, after packing down the snow after a few rides, the trail was getting faster and faster.  So, here comes Maree down the hill by herself.  If we had known she would be going down by herself we would have stood at the end to make sure to stop her before reaching the fence...however, we were no where close, so we stood there watching in slow motion, praying that she would not fly right into that fence.  Luckily all was well, and she slowed down, and was SO exciting that she went down by herself!  She thought it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this event with Maree, Aaron had climbed to the top of the hill (quite a feat in itself), and was going to go down by himself.  Steve as staged at the bottom to catch Aaron.  Aaron got some great air on the jumps and was coming down FAST.  Steve was standing in an area of the snow that had been sledding on several times, so it was all packed down.  So Aaron is approaching Steve going faster than usual...and I'm thinking "oh dear Lord this is not going to end well".  So Steve, doing his best to stop him, throws all his weight into the inner tube, stopping it in a heartbeat, meanwhile Aaron comes off the thing like a missile, flies through the air and lands up to his shoulders in the snow....with his feet in the air.  Kind of like a cartoon.  Steve yanks him out of the snow, and all I can see is snow sticking out of his ears.  Anyway, he was okay, and eventually thought it was cool, although he asked Steve "why didn't you catch me".  We then had to talk about the laws of physics etc. &lt;br /&gt;Just to give you a better visual...here is a video of Steve on the same hill 2 years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d178df77075b4ce8" 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://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd178df77075b4ce8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992687%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B74BFEEEC4290CCCADF6B6243C000EEC8D4EC0.760D0D4735DEE623939907C21E27E0C6C5CD75DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd178df77075b4ce8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DblZMiAInWSsPzAKEHQbgRwpUzbw&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://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd178df77075b4ce8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992687%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B74BFEEEC4290CCCADF6B6243C000EEC8D4EC0.760D0D4735DEE623939907C21E27E0C6C5CD75DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd178df77075b4ce8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DblZMiAInWSsPzAKEHQbgRwpUzbw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-7415757602144954492?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d178df77075b4ce8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7415757602144954492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=7415757602144954492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7415757602144954492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/7415757602144954492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-week-closer.html' title='1 week closer'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2896511919898006908</id><published>2008-01-10T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:16:10.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love UPS</title><content type='html'>UPS brought me my new boots today, LOVE them!  Also brought me a new game for my PSP, yes I do own one of my very own.  I love getting packages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did a new workout video. Technically I'm doing Power 90, but because today is cardio day, I figured I could do any cardio video.  I like the Turbo Jam videos, so I did the Turbo Jam cardio.  Wowser!!!  I burned 600 calories (including cool down), and got to a fitness effect of 4.8 on my watch!!!  4.8!!!  That was about a 40-45 minute workout, and it was actually pretty fun.  It's also low impact, so that is a nice change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a free day since last Tuesday (day before I started getting serious), and I'm really ready for one.  Usually I have 1 free day out of every 7 day period.  I plan on taking one on Saturday, as hopefully we are going with friends to take the kids sledding ...well, and go sledding ourselves, it is a blast!!  Then we are having a family dinner, so it will be nice not to have to think about food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;30 days until Cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2896511919898006908?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2896511919898006908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2896511919898006908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2896511919898006908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2896511919898006908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-ups.html' title='I love UPS'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-1809259911051520926</id><published>2008-01-05T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:53:56.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask, and ye shall receive....</title><content type='html'>God bless my dear husband.  The other day while perusing the Victoria's Secret website for some swimsuits for Cabo, I came across a great pair of boots.  I've been looking for some brown boots for at least 2 months, and haven't found any that I liked, until I saw these Skechers on VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri/V258020_W120RGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri/V258020_W120RGB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I emailed DH while he was at work, and gave him a "birthday" hint for these boots, in brown, size 8 :)   .  My birthday isn't until April, but I figure it's always good to plan ahead.  So my swimsuits came ( I picked 2, and planned on sending 1 back), and luckily the cheaper swimsuit is the one I really like, so I'm sending a $70 swimsuit back.  The boots are only $59, so I was thinking I would just exchange the swimsuit for the boots.  When I tell my DH my plan, he says, "but you said you wanted those for your birthday"...once again with the look (&lt;a href="http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-what-good-day.html"&gt;reference Suunto watch buying here)&lt;/a&gt; that says....I already bought those for you.  And so I ask, "did you buy them for me"...mind you it was only a day after the email, so I didn't think he would act that fast.  He just smiled...and I knew he had bought them.  He says they are my Valentine's present :)  Yippeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Would someone please tell my &lt;a href="http://thewittmersfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear sister &lt;/a&gt;to continue blogging...she's fallen into the non-blogging abyss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-1809259911051520926?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/1809259911051520926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=1809259911051520926' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1809259911051520926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/1809259911051520926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/ask-and-ye-shall-receive.html' title='Ask, and ye shall receive....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-814682242139691572</id><published>2008-01-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:32:11.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of clean eating and exercise</title><content type='html'>So DH and I have completed 3 days of exercising together, which is just great, especially for DH.  Today we did the P90 sweat 1-2 and ab ripper 100.  I had not done the P90 sweat (cardio) yet, and was thinking that it might be too easy, but boy was I wrong.  In the 40 minutes I burned 377 calories (that was the 35 minutes of cardio and 4 minutes of abs).  I got to a training effect of 3.4 on my &lt;a href="http://www.suuntowatches.com/Suunto-t4.pro?gclid=CMSWipjb3ZACFQaAgwodkjnhWQ"&gt;Suunto t4 watch&lt;/a&gt;, which seems like a good number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny video I found of the Power 90 sweat 1-2, they condensed the whole workout (including abs) to 6+ minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvKrrS7b_Ac&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvKrrS7b_Ac&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvKrrS7b_Ac&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating has been good too.  Even DH has given up regular soda and is trying diet instead...this is HUGE for him.  Last night he cooked up chicken and green beens for dinner, and he's even been having cereal for breakfast...usually he skips breakfast altogether. &lt;br /&gt;I ordered some Victoria's Secret swimsuits, which are on the UPS truck on their way to my house as we speak.  When they get here, we are then taking beginning progress photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, DH just downed a glass of chocolate milk claiming it was for muscle recovery (I've previously blogged about the benefits of low fat chocolate milk for a post workout recovery drink).  I tried to explain that the chocolate milk should be saved for post weight lifting/resistance training workouts, but he insisted that his muscles were sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-814682242139691572?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/814682242139691572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=814682242139691572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/814682242139691572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/814682242139691572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-3-of-clean-eating-and-exercise.html' title='Day 3 of clean eating and exercise'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2063312702403742351</id><published>2008-01-02T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:14:58.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting serious</title><content type='html'>Although I worked out yesterday, I had decided not to start my serious clean eating until today because I still had so much junk in my house from all the holiday festivities.  So last night we went to the grocery store around dinner time, and I was already starving, and the one thing that sounded good was Arby's chicken fingers and curly fries.  DH readily agreed that this should by our final meal before jumping back on the proverbial band wagon.  It was so good, and was followed up with a bunch of chocolate.  So now I have that out of my system and am ready for the clean eating for the next several weeks (with free days mixed in of course).&lt;br /&gt;My abs are quite sore from the 4 minute ab ripper 100 video yesterday.  I'm actually pretty surprised at that!&lt;br /&gt;Today I think I will try another Turbo Jam video...then DH and I are suppose to do cardio tonight, but we have a family dinner planned, then I was invited to a friends birthday party after that, so we'll see if DH will do it on his own.  I'm thinking not, but I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2063312702403742351?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2063312702403742351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2063312702403742351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2063312702403742351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2063312702403742351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-serious.html' title='Getting serious'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-561856349004888407</id><published>2008-01-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:59:31.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, 2008!  I now get to say that we are going to Cabo next month, wooohooooo!!! &lt;br /&gt;My Dad had wanted to see some of the Beachbody/Million Dollar Body videos so he came over this morning to do a workout with me, and DH decided to do it too....so it was all 3 of us working out in our living room.  We did the &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/power90.do?code=GOOGLE_TONI_HORTON"&gt;P90 circuit 1-2&lt;/a&gt;  which was a good workout.  It was fairly short (29 minutes), and definitely a good place to start for beginners....maybe a little too easy for me.  Then we did (just Dad and I....DH thought he was going to vomit)  the 4 minute P90 ab ripper 100, which was 10 reps/10 different exercises for a total of 100 reps.&lt;br /&gt;DH has decided he is going to do P90 with me, although I think I might try to do some of the P90x as well as it is a little more advanced than the P90.  DH hasn't worked out in over a year, so P90 will be a good starting place for him....and he's not aiming to lose weight (he's a stick), but rather, add muscle.  It should be interesting to see what we can do in the next 39 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-561856349004888407?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/561856349004888407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=561856349004888407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/561856349004888407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/561856349004888407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532102426763970365.post-2483878516284919617</id><published>2007-12-29T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:54:53.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the year award....</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was getting my daughter ready for bed, and she asks me if she can use the new toothpaste she got for Christmas.  "Sure honey, let's go brush", so she hands me the Dora toothpaste, and I dab of a little of the purplish/clear colored gel onto her brush and I start brushing her teeth...then she gets this really funny look on her face as if she doesn't like the flavor of the toothpaste, and says "it tastes yucky, what flavor is it", so I look at the Dora toothpaste container and notice the word "Elmers" on it, and for a split second I think...now that's strange, I didn't know Elmer's made toothpaste.  Then I have a flashback of me buying her GLUE to put in her stocking from "Santa", because she loves to play with glue, but I'm very reluctant to let her do it without close supervision.  Anyway, as you probably have now guessed, we brushed with Dora glue.  Luckily glue is non-toxic, and Maree rinsed her mouth out and we both laughed over mommy's mistake....well, we both thought it was toothpaste, and when I told her it was glue, she was surprised that "Santa" had given her glue, and said "Santa would laugh about this!"  Yes he would!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please note below how close the glue container looks to my son's new toothpaste container....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R3c_prWA2lI/AAAAAAAAADM/T_NYR3Z4VJw/s1600-h/100_2835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R3c_prWA2lI/AAAAAAAAADM/T_NYR3Z4VJw/s320/100_2835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149654684163693138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I've been nominated for the Mother of the Year Award!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532102426763970365-2483878516284919617?l=ilovebfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2483878516284919617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532102426763970365&amp;postID=2483878516284919617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2483878516284919617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532102426763970365/posts/default/2483878516284919617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebfl.blogspot.com/2007/12/mother-of-year-award.html' title='Mother of the year award....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949299390437278235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/SVlZ6xbyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-mbOwa1jJ0g/S220/IMG_2062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8DWUAb_dA4/R3c_prWA2lI/AAAAAAAAADM/T_NYR3Z4VJw/s72-c/100_2835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
