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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQCRH4ycCp7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:19:25.098-06:00</updated><category term="javascript:void(0)" /><title>Better Full than Empty</title><subtitle type="html">The ramblings of a mama who has been told too many times that she has her hands full.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>377</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BetterFullThanEmpty" /><feedburner:info uri="betterfullthanempty" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQCRH86cSp7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-5444091336151065188</id><published>2012-01-26T16:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:19:25.119-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T16:19:25.119-06:00</app:edited><title>Tinker Toys</title><summary type="html">Simon and Vincent received a set of large Tinker Toys for the holidays.  These are great toys; I remember building fabulous things with Tinker Toys as a kid.  True to form, though, my in-laws never get quite the right thing.  They found not regular Tinker Toys, but the jumbo ones, so we have Tinker Toys with wheels the size of saucers and foot-long sticks.  Anyways, Simon was just playing with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/5O1D9d76URU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/5444091336151065188/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=5444091336151065188&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5444091336151065188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5444091336151065188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/5O1D9d76URU/tinker-toys.html" title="Tinker Toys" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2012/01/tinker-toys.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEECSH84fip7ImA9WhRVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-2187646792465560244</id><published>2012-01-16T16:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:24:29.136-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T16:24:29.136-06:00</app:edited><title>Swell</title><summary type="html">There is nothing quite like going to check on your precious children just before you are ready to collapse from exhaustion.  The little faces, sound asleep, always look so angelic and it melts the heart no matter how tough the day was.It is far less special to go check on them and find one covered in vomit after puking in his sleep.  Such joy to clean up that up from the floor, wall, bed, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/coRVqin5v7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2187646792465560244/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=2187646792465560244&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/2187646792465560244?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/2187646792465560244?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/coRVqin5v7Q/swell.html" title="Swell" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2012/01/swell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGQXg4fCp7ImA9WhRWF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-3236633304623500146</id><published>2012-01-04T21:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:30:20.634-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T21:30:20.634-06:00</app:edited><title>Good at this</title><summary type="html">I started doing yoga again recently.  I have been doing a 25 minute daily video at home until I become a little more flexible again, then I will be going to the studio once more.  Simon is all about doing yoga with me, just like Vincent used to enjoy doing Pilates.  It is always fun to watch kids this age try to doing these positions. The other day, Simon and I were doing our yoga, and he kept &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/RFqnabmLD5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/3236633304623500146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=3236633304623500146&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/3236633304623500146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/3236633304623500146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/RFqnabmLD5I/good-at-this.html" title="Good at this" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-at-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IASX0zeCp7ImA9WhdXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-6167613534452288749</id><published>2011-08-24T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:59:08.380-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-24T15:59:08.380-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html"> 	Phenomenal WomanBy  Maya  Angelou  	 	 	 		 	        	  		 				 					 					Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips,   The stride of my step,   The curl of my lips.   I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman,   That’s me.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/7nACemmb6xc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/6167613534452288749/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=6167613534452288749&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/6167613534452288749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/6167613534452288749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/7nACemmb6xc/phenomenal-woman-by-maya-angelou-pretty.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/08/phenomenal-woman-by-maya-angelou-pretty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBQH08fCp7ImA9WhZVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-7497679098003561002</id><published>2011-05-22T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:24:11.374-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T13:24:11.374-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">In the warmer months, I love to whip up a big salad to take to the office for lunch.  Rip up a little lettuce and spinach, toss in a few walnuts and dried cranberries, chop up a hard boiled egg or a little meat left over from the night before if we have any, drizzle it all with a touch of vinaigrette.  It is so easy to do, taking just a few minutes.I am frequently dismayed, however, by how often &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/Y0DJCT7lZP4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/7497679098003561002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=7497679098003561002&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/7497679098003561002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/7497679098003561002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/Y0DJCT7lZP4/in-warmer-months-i-love-to-whip-up-big.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-warmer-months-i-love-to-whip-up-big.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGQX09eCp7ImA9WhZQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-4619707370601051610</id><published>2011-04-21T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:13:40.360-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T23:13:40.360-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">I went to the local arts center this evening to hear an author speak.  I enjoy going to these talks, whenever time permits.  I usually bring along a mindless knitting project, often the cuff or instep of a sock, something that I can work on without thinking about as I listen to the author.This evening, I brought nothing with me.  My latest sock is waiting for me to kitchener stitch the toe &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/02gKUPF9tdU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/4619707370601051610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=4619707370601051610&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/4619707370601051610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/4619707370601051610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/02gKUPF9tdU/i-went-to-local-arts-center-this.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-went-to-local-arts-center-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNQX4zfSp7ImA9Wx9bFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-5232397207205231631</id><published>2011-02-25T21:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:53:10.085-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-25T21:53:10.085-06:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">A house does not feel like home to me until the walls have art hanging on them.  We moved in here ten years ago.  Two young kids, new house, we didn't have a lot of money.  Still, art popped up here and there, covering our wall.  Print outs of Impressionist masterpieces by my favorites - Van Gogh, Monet, Degas.  We grew our collection of larger pieces slowly, and a few years ago began adding a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/t3TzXTx-kUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/5232397207205231631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=5232397207205231631&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5232397207205231631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5232397207205231631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/t3TzXTx-kUo/house-does-not-feel-like-home-to-me.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-does-not-feel-like-home-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCSHs9fSp7ImA9Wx9bE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-6306958358860009124</id><published>2011-02-21T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:04:29.565-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T22:04:29.565-06:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">"All  around you, people will be tiptoeing through life, just to arrive at  death safely. But dear children, do not tiptoe. Run, hop, skip, or  dance, just don't tiptoe."— Shane ClaiborneI saw a version of this quote at a friend's home this evening.  I loved it so much that I had to look up the original, and the original is even more wonderful that what I had seen. I have been looking for a quote&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/8lWqrV6uYE8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/6306958358860009124/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=6306958358860009124&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/6306958358860009124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/6306958358860009124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/8lWqrV6uYE8/all-around-you-people-will-be-tiptoeing.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-around-you-people-will-be-tiptoeing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMSXc7eyp7ImA9Wx9VFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-8130534404046562478</id><published>2011-02-01T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:13:08.903-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T16:13:08.903-06:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">I saw this on StoryPeople today. It's an invention, he said.  What's it do? I said.  I don't know, he said.  It's not finished yet.     It reminded me of Vincent.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/HXeYvAKljaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/8130534404046562478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=8130534404046562478&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/8130534404046562478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/8130534404046562478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/HXeYvAKljaw/i-saw-this-on-storypeople-today.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-saw-this-on-storypeople-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDQHY_eip7ImA9Wx9WGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-854332871079168264</id><published>2011-01-24T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:54:31.842-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-24T14:54:31.842-06:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">Isabella had a slumber party over the weekend, and I love listening to the girls chatter away in the next room when they don't know I am listening.All ten girls were playing some convoluted imagination game involving neighboring countries and their governments when I heard my favorite quote of the party:Girl 1:  Attack!!!!  Let's invade!Girl 2:  Hey!  Don't invade us.  We are a peace-loving &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/_GmAkgxza-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/854332871079168264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=854332871079168264&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/854332871079168264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/854332871079168264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/_GmAkgxza-s/isabella-had-slumber-party-over-weekend.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398909254618860035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wW6n7Hw9X2c/TP_H-FoLUfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eXWEFSC0Luo/S220/150wide%2B300%2Bdpi.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/isabella-had-slumber-party-over-weekend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICRX8_eSp7ImA9Wx9XFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-1743770153715181673</id><published>2011-01-08T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:42:44.141-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-08T21:42:44.141-06:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">I made the strangest cake today.  The only ingredients are eggs, sugar, ground almonds, baking powder, and five entire clementines - skin, pith and all - topped with dark chocolate.

I found the recipe in Green &amp;amp; Black's Chocolate Recipes, a cookbook that I swear makes me gain weight just by reading it.  No photos, just a simple ingredient list and short set of directions.  The first step of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/oPodwKC3nFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/1743770153715181673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=1743770153715181673&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/1743770153715181673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/1743770153715181673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/oPodwKC3nFM/i-made-strangest-cake-today.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/TSkscEdy2GI/AAAAAAAACkA/hWq-XhKC0Y4/s72-c/chocl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-made-strangest-cake-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEAQXw7eip7ImA9Wx9QGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-5369343677223028062</id><published>2010-12-31T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:44:00.202-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-31T18:44:00.202-06:00</app:edited><title>Fortune Cookie revelation</title><summary type="html">Long time, no blog, eh?  I keep meaning to get back on the wagon.  I even have wonderful posts all composed in my head.  Alas, I sit down at the computer and do something else instead.  

Tonight, though, I am sitting down and am writing what I intended to.

So, about a month ago, my mother brought down a bag of fortune cookies.  I have no idea why she had an entire bag of fortune cookies, but &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/L0GNEaG3cjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/5369343677223028062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=5369343677223028062&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5369343677223028062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5369343677223028062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/L0GNEaG3cjY/fortune-cookie-revelation.html" title="Fortune Cookie revelation" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/TR54maNEBnI/AAAAAAAACj4/CnbqPCeZypE/s72-c/fortune+cookie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/12/fortune-cookie-revelation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBSXk9fCp7ImA9Wx5RF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-2138921381287512724</id><published>2010-08-25T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:45:58.764-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-25T22:45:58.764-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">We've struggled with helping Vincent learn to speak in an understandable manner for years.  Goodness, back when he was two, we just struggled to get him to speak.  He was such a master of non-verbal communication, and truly he still is.His inability to properly say some sounds has impacted his reading ability.  While I've asked others for advice on and off over the years and have searched the web&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/YIOWMHFYNgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2138921381287512724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=2138921381287512724&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/2138921381287512724?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/2138921381287512724?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/YIOWMHFYNgA/weve-struggled-with-helping-vincent.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/08/weve-struggled-with-helping-vincent.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMSHw5cCp7ImA9Wx5REkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-4440480642287522860</id><published>2010-08-20T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:13:09.228-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-20T00:13:09.228-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">Notice that it is midnight and I am posting something. The is a little one sleeping in my arms, and I found our conversation just now too funny not to record for future smiles when I reread this.Simon:  (awake and crying)Me:  Ohhhh, what's up?Simon:  Meeeee.Me:  (laughs)Simon:  (gets up and starts climbing out of bed)Me:  Where are you going?Simon:  On your lap. (sound asleep twenty seconds later&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/OVVnZUIIxTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/4440480642287522860/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=4440480642287522860&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/4440480642287522860?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/4440480642287522860?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/OVVnZUIIxTM/notice-that-it-is-midnight-and-i-am.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/08/notice-that-it-is-midnight-and-i-am.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBRXk4eip7ImA9Wx5TFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-3292552024266700659</id><published>2010-07-31T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:10:54.732-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-31T22:10:54.732-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">If it is nine hundred degrees in the kitchen and everything in the kitchen is sticky, then it must be peach season.Three more canners full of peaches have been put up.  That makes twenty eight quarts so far this year.  I think it might last until mid-winter if I'm lucky.  Considering that Simon finally tried a bite peach in syrup tonight and promptly gobbled up half of the peach, I think I might &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/XH63_synRns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/3292552024266700659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=3292552024266700659&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/3292552024266700659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/3292552024266700659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/XH63_synRns/if-it-is-nine-hundred-degrees-in.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-it-is-nine-hundred-degrees-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQn46eip7ImA9Wx5TFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-9055338583600366348</id><published>2010-07-29T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:31:43.012-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T21:31:43.012-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">Conversation with Simon last night:Me:  Time to be quiet and go to sleep, bop.Simon:  I quiet.  I no talk.  See, I quiet, mama.  Lay in my bed; I quiet now mama.  I no talk.Me:  Shhhh.Simon:  Mama, I wiwy* quiet, see?  I no talk.  Lay with me now, mama.  I quiet!Repeat three more times.  I think he misunderstands the meaning of "quiet", eh?* wiwy = really for those of you who do not speak &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/ZK1RazJGgKc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/9055338583600366348/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=9055338583600366348&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/9055338583600366348?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/9055338583600366348?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/ZK1RazJGgKc/conversation-with-simon-last-night-me.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversation-with-simon-last-night-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMHSXY5eSp7ImA9Wx5TFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-4510976433237149299</id><published>2010-07-24T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:37:18.821-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T21:37:18.821-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">I'm thinking about names today.Limburger cheese is received with turned up noses.   Semi-soft, stinky "artisan" cheeses are placed on tasting trays and given respect.Sauerkraut, gross.  Kimchi?  Intriguing and exotic.  Both are fermented cabbage.Can I interest you in a pair of shower shoes?  How about these cute flip-flops from Old Navy?Would you wear a tummy shaper or Spanx?  Grandma did too, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/pWaNTtFvNdU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/4510976433237149299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=4510976433237149299&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/4510976433237149299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/4510976433237149299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/pWaNTtFvNdU/im-thinking-about-names-today.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-thinking-about-names-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHRHc6eyp7ImA9WxFUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-2903375232436477722</id><published>2010-06-27T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:35:35.913-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-27T23:35:35.913-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">A few years ago, I was sitting in the kitchen eating lunch with the girls when I looked up and saw the neighbors' large, old oak tree fall over.  It was not a stormy or windy day, and the tree looked healthy with a full crown of leaves.  Yet it simply collapsed, like an antebellum belle in full swoon, the rustle of leave hitting the house replacing the whisper of skirts and crinoline.I'm not sure&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/4URvgJ72pPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2903375232436477722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=2903375232436477722&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/2903375232436477722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/2903375232436477722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/4URvgJ72pPw/few-years-ago-i-was-sitting-in-kitchen.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-years-ago-i-was-sitting-in-kitchen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGSHc5fip7ImA9WxFUEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-7898265530547665314</id><published>2010-06-21T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:10:29.926-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-21T12:10:29.926-05:00</app:edited><title>The Year of the Bucky Book</title><summary type="html">For the last few years, Luis has come home with a Bucky Book every fall.  Bucky Books are fund raising coupon books.  They cost about $35, and if used, they will save the purchaser many times that amount.The one problem with Bucky Books, in my opinion, is that we live an hour away from Madison and most of the coupons are for Madison businesses.The first year Luis purchased one, we were in the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/jSJnD9V5C7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/7898265530547665314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=7898265530547665314&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/7898265530547665314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/7898265530547665314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/jSJnD9V5C7k/year-of-bucky-book.html" title="The Year of the Bucky Book" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-of-bucky-book.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENRX0zeSp7ImA9WxFVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-7049888477939655105</id><published>2010-06-08T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:54:54.381-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T12:54:54.381-05:00</app:edited><title>Spread some mayo on me; I'm facing the sandwich years</title><summary type="html">Apparently I am thinking a great deal about the elderly lately because the idea of the "sandwich generation" is on my mind.To be perfectly honest and blunt, I find the idea of a sandwich generation to be a creation straight out of the egos of the baby boomer generation.It seems like the baby boomers have always had the idea that their generation is the first to deal with issues.  That is a load &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/9y15CJLpX5c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/7049888477939655105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=7049888477939655105&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/7049888477939655105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/7049888477939655105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/9y15CJLpX5c/spread-some-mayo-on-me-im-facing.html" title="Spread some mayo on me; I'm facing the sandwich years" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/06/spread-some-mayo-on-me-im-facing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNRXk6fSp7ImA9WxFWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-8785125403902148881</id><published>2010-06-04T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:19:54.715-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-04T11:19:54.715-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">A few years ago, my uncle was telling me a story about his mother.  She was at the very end of her life, days before she passed.  He was visiting with her, and she questioned him about his jacket.  She felt it was not warm enough for the day, and she wanted him to put on a thicker one. I was reminded of that story yesterday when I was driving through downtown.  I saw a woman who appeared to be in&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/vdF1M8aTO1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/8785125403902148881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=8785125403902148881&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/8785125403902148881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/8785125403902148881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/vdF1M8aTO1A/few-years-ago-my-uncle-was-telling-me.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-years-ago-my-uncle-was-telling-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GQns9fyp7ImA9WxFXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-8082193137509788050</id><published>2010-05-26T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:38:43.567-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T16:38:43.567-05:00</app:edited><title>Special Delivery</title><summary type="html">*ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong*"Mamam MAMAM" shouted  through the open front window.I opened to door to see my little cherub bringing me a fistful of daisies he picked himself.Moments like this make up for all the three year old power struggles.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/EWYnD7iMBEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/8082193137509788050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=8082193137509788050&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/8082193137509788050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/8082193137509788050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/EWYnD7iMBEk/special-delivery.html" title="Special Delivery" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/S_1xQC61IeI/AAAAAAAACdI/Q6mnouj5m7I/s72-c/DSC00301+%28Small%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-delivery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AR3kzeyp7ImA9WxFXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-5384245045170299842</id><published>2010-05-23T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:55:46.783-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-23T18:55:46.783-05:00</app:edited><title>MIghty Life</title><summary type="html">My friend, Bonny, was recently talking about finding her dreams again, creating a Mighty Life List.  Yeah, it is kind of like a bucket list; you can read about it on Mighty Girl.It got me thinking about what I might put on my list of dreams. In this life, I'd like to......watch a sunset from the Shoodic Peninsula in Maine....learn to spin yarn....hold my grandchild....enter a photography contest.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/ctPd6aqynSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/5384245045170299842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=5384245045170299842&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5384245045170299842?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/5384245045170299842?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/ctPd6aqynSY/mighty-life.html" title="MIghty Life" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/05/mighty-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IER3szeSp7ImA9WxFXEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-861154642103906144</id><published>2010-05-19T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:11:46.581-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T11:11:46.581-05:00</app:edited><title>Hello again, Christopher Robin</title><summary type="html">Childhood is a short season.  ~Helen HayesI have my last child going through the Christopher Robin phase.The Christopher Robin phase, to me, is the time when my children lose the baby chunk and when shorts start landing above the knee instead of mid-calf.  The little legs look skinny for the first time since the newborn age.  The child runs around independently on skinny little legs with knobby &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/to7pFKJpGWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/861154642103906144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=861154642103906144&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/861154642103906144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/861154642103906144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/to7pFKJpGWw/hello-again-christopher-robin.html" title="Hello again, Christopher Robin" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-again-christopher-robin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMSHs9fip7ImA9WxFXEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061217.post-9142953943124615508</id><published>2010-05-17T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:14:49.566-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T13:14:49.566-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">I am all for ethical treatment of animals in this world, but I tire of people advocating for humane treatment of animals.Word  Origin  &amp;amp; Historyhumanemid-15c., variant of human, used interchangeably with it until early 18c., when it began to be a distinct word with sense of "having qualities befitting human beings."Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas HarperUntil we can treat all humans on&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~4/-iqMriJXHOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/feeds/9142953943124615508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6061217&amp;postID=9142953943124615508&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/9142953943124615508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6061217/posts/default/9142953943124615508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BetterFullThanEmpty/~3/-iqMriJXHOA/i-am-all-for-ethical-treatment-of.html" title="" /><author><name>Brenda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9aQQpPBDd0/SKXHQ0WqnII/AAAAAAAABAc/dS5igepPVHI/S220/mesmallweb.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pbkbrenda.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-all-for-ethical-treatment-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

