tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:24:10 +0000american idoleducationanimalsEmpty NestbasketballnutritionV-tachhealth and fitnesstech stuffpoliticsmovies and readingparentingColoradoother blogsmy thoughtsdaughterstext messagingAbout melocal newstravelrunningjason castroholidayscelebritiesnorth carolinafamilysportsFoodart classablationVegetarianweb sitesrecipesskiingloveHikingTop CheffriendsMy life has changed drastically ...I've gone from being busy with Mommy things, to being an empty nester. But I will always be busy, and I will always be a mom. The job description might have changed, but the position is still the same. http://www.esablog.com/noreply@blogger.com (Esa)Blogger258125BusyMomsJournalhttp://feedburner.google.comSubscribe with My Yahoo!Subscribe with NewsGatorSubscribe with My AOLSubscribe with BloglinesSubscribe with NetvibesSubscribe with GoogleSubscribe with PageflakesThanks for subscribing! If you have questions or feedback, please contact me at busymomsjournal@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-3640596488739836052Sat, 04 May 2013 17:39:00 +00002013-05-04T12:47:53.237-05:00Top ChefFoodrecipes A couple of years ago, I finally convinced J to take me to Le Bernardin.  I have been a fan of Eric Ripert for many years, and longed to try his food.  It did not disappoint.  I don't remember what everyone else at our table had, but the tuna carpaccio and dover sole that I ate are forever in my memory.  Never in a million years did I think I could make that tuna in my own kitchen, but http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/S8uwI7YkQqA/dinner-with-eric-ripert-and-fabio.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=S8uwI7YkQqA:KFBRNH3n6y8:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/S8uwI7YkQqA" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2013/05/dinner-with-eric-ripert-and-fabio.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-1332274468688657780Sat, 27 Apr 2013 20:40:00 +00002013-04-28T09:31:01.557-05:00Food I'm not a foodie.  I'm a food lover.  I actually hate the world "foodie".  It sounds like something a kid would say, like meany, or dummy, or fatty.  But I love food, I love eating out, I love watching Top Chef, I love what food represents...it brings people together, it fuels my body for long exercise sessions, and it makes wine taste better.  But, I don't eat meat, poultry or pork and I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/oHqZEexFE0E/mangia-nashville.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=oHqZEexFE0E:-Ju59abZBx0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/oHqZEexFE0E" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2013/04/mangia-nashville.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-3370234543624441118Thu, 25 Apr 2013 16:53:00 +00002013-04-27T12:05:12.657-05:00Top ChefEmpty NestFood People who know me know that I judge restaurants by the bread.  Give me a basket of warm, delicious bread and something yummy to spread on it and I instantly fall in love. On that basis alone, Nashville's blvd is my new favorite spot.  My friend and I sat down last night and ordered the signature cocktail, the "Pinky Lee"  (Mine with gin, hers with tequila)...a pink grapefruity concoction with http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/yaW_mZExa_s/blvd-nashvillelike-old-friend-in-new.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=yaW_mZExa_s:Omq_DBrlu34:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=yaW_mZExa_s:Omq_DBrlu34:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=yaW_mZExa_s:Omq_DBrlu34:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=yaW_mZExa_s:Omq_DBrlu34:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a 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width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2013/04/blvd-nashvillelike-old-friend-in-new.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-3988347427351550780Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:30:00 +00002013-04-27T12:05:31.752-05:00Top CheftravelEmpty NestFoodcelebritiesrecipes I am a Top Chef fan.  I'm talking, big, HUGE, annoyingly fanatical.  I own all 10 seasons of Top Chef, 4 seasons of Top Chef Masters, and 2 seasons of Top Chef Just Desserts (eh, not nearly as good, but when there are no new regular shows, I watch it).  I watch them over and over again.  I listen to them when I'm jogging.  I can't explain it.  I just love the show.  I love the personalitieshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/vX-zEDns1Pg/i-am-top-chef-fan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=vX-zEDns1Pg:dK8wl7j1y6A:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/vX-zEDns1Pg" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2013/04/i-am-top-chef-fan.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-2518064509537387561Thu, 17 Jan 2013 17:25:00 +00002013-04-27T12:05:51.607-05:00HikingEmpty NestparentingColorado The last few months have been a time of introspection for me.  My days have changed so drastically and I am still trying to figure out what, exactly, I should be doing with my life.   J and I are spending much more time in our two favorite places (Colorado and North Carolina), now that H has graduated and flown the nest.  J works wherever we are, so we have a freedom that years ago, we http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/yd8sagKJXqo/the-last-few-months-have-been-time-of.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=yd8sagKJXqo:nIN6mxd8MDQ:qj6IDK7rITs"><img 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Ever since we dropped H off in California for college,  I get the sympathetic head tilt, "So, how are you?" about once a day.  And you know what?  I really am doing OK.  Surprisingly, even to me.   I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/nxLOnYQhcFs/staying-busy-when-nest-is-empty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=nxLOnYQhcFs:x1vz0IuUw5E:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=nxLOnYQhcFs:x1vz0IuUw5E:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=nxLOnYQhcFs:x1vz0IuUw5E:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=nxLOnYQhcFs:x1vz0IuUw5E:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a 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width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2012/09/staying-busy-when-nest-is-empty.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-7524330562236973206Fri, 21 Sep 2012 04:00:00 +00002012-09-20T23:16:39.871-05:00HikingEmpty NestColorado Two days ago J and I went to the movies.  I bought the tickets while J paid the check at the restaurant down the street.  I told the young man behind the counter that I wanted two tickets, and he told me it was bargain Tuesday, and it was only $12.00.   Nice surprise, until the guy in line for popcorn leaned over to ask the guy why he paid $16, and I only paid $12.  The boy looked at me, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/vz5hTQpTB7g/third-times-charm.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=vz5hTQpTB7g:HkyclMOXbRI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a 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<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=vz5hTQpTB7g:HkyclMOXbRI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=vz5hTQpTB7g:HkyclMOXbRI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/vz5hTQpTB7g" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2012/09/third-times-charm.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-8483975245623536645Wed, 05 Sep 2012 04:38:00 +00002012-09-04T23:38:32.274-05:00educationparentingfamilydaughters Last week we helped H move into her dorm room...in CALIFORNIA!  She picked a school the farthest away from home she could!  It's a great fit, and she is thrilled to be there, so we're truly happy for her.  But it's such a strange feeling, to go from having her here to NOT having her here.   Buying her the one way ticket to California was the first time it really hit me...I'm not going to be in http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/0tcLgCxM-B0/aaaaaand-shes-off.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0tcLgCxM-B0:rQKiCtWQ5uE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0tcLgCxM-B0:rQKiCtWQ5uE:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0tcLgCxM-B0:rQKiCtWQ5uE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=0tcLgCxM-B0:rQKiCtWQ5uE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0tcLgCxM-B0:rQKiCtWQ5uE:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a 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browsing through the Aspen Times  and found a little reference to a half marathon happening a week after we arrived.  The fact that it was going to be run at 9,000 feet didn't quite register with me, because I saw the elevation map... This is the whole marathon map, but the half starts at around mile 7 and veers off from the full http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/twXH0m0Wrlo/aspen-valley-half-marathon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=twXH0m0Wrlo:rZMvxvB3rl0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/twXH0m0Wrlo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2012/07/aspen-valley-half-marathon.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-8698134501819300783Wed, 04 Jul 2012 17:49:00 +00002013-04-27T10:44:21.969-05:00VegetarianFoodnorth carolinarecipesdaughters I'm still here!!!  Whew.  The last 3-4 months have been a blur.  I won't bore you with details, but in short, H is now a high school graduate!  The last few months of school for her were a combination of frantic studying, finding out which colleges she was accepted to, deciding where to go (which involved a few repeat trips on both sides of the country), planning an Operation Smile http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/zu5nLc0IRW8/summer-friends-and-breakfast-pizza.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=zu5nLc0IRW8:sdkSPKGsnCM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/zu5nLc0IRW8" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2012/07/summer-friends-and-breakfast-pizza.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-7839919410178705915Fri, 27 Apr 2012 15:56:00 +00002013-04-27T11:36:32.154-05:00parentingfriendsMy daughter continues to amaze me with her insight and maturity. She has been disappointed lately with a couple of friends that she thought were true friends, but according to her, they have "ditched" her. She doesn't have any idea why. It happened suddenly, without an obvious cause. No fights, no disagreements or anything she can put her finger on. She thinks they've just moved on. Forhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/M9YvDwLhipw/another-lesson-from-my-daughter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=M9YvDwLhipw:5EuhiF3CT8c:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/M9YvDwLhipw" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/11/another-lesson-from-my-daughter.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-6070985355788557574Thu, 01 Mar 2012 15:16:00 +00002013-04-27T10:38:02.999-05:00nutritionVegetarianFoodrecipes Last year I posted a vegetarian meatloaf that I made for my vegetarian daughter that even my red-meat loving husband would eat.  Shortly afterwards, my husband and I gave up meat as well, so the vegetarian meatloaf has become a staple in our house.  Without the fat from ground beef, the soy crumbles just didn't want to stick together.  It wasn't pretty, but it was delicious.  I have http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/3Soy66q1kw4/updated-veggie-meat-loafsoooo-good.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3Soy66q1kw4:DUenx-0tY5c:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/3Soy66q1kw4" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2012/03/updated-veggie-meat-loafsoooo-good.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-3164907074131003513Wed, 29 Feb 2012 02:22:00 +00002013-04-27T10:44:38.047-05:00VegetarianFoodrecipes My grandmother lost her eyesight early in life due to a combination of Macular Degeneration and Glaucoma. My mom has had Glaucoma for several years, and was just diagnosed with Macular Degeneration. So I'm on a mission to do whatever I can to prevent the same thing from happening to me. I did some research and found that other than not smoking, diet is one of the best ways to help prevent http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/sL6BtMY7_dw/baked-kale-chips.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=sL6BtMY7_dw:TLUyIkVX2ms:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=sL6BtMY7_dw:TLUyIkVX2ms:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=sL6BtMY7_dw:TLUyIkVX2ms:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=sL6BtMY7_dw:TLUyIkVX2ms:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=sL6BtMY7_dw:TLUyIkVX2ms:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img 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Day 4 of our two weeks in Snowmass, and we've decided to skip skiing today.  We normally ski every day possible, but the conditions this year are just, frankly, horrible.  The base is around 30", officially, but I don't really see that.  They haven't had any snow, other than the 8 inches they received on the day we flew in, and I think they've tried to move the little snow they do have http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/yFbRsyZH9fs/snowmass-skiing-january-2012.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=yFbRsyZH9fs:AMO9s7WCLXg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=yFbRsyZH9fs:AMO9s7WCLXg:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a 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While I respected the motivation behind her decision, I was a little bit worried about how I was going to feed my family. We had finally gotten to a place where I could make ONE dinner and everyone would eat it. But my husband does not think it's a meal unless some form of meat is present. 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+00002011-10-23T17:14:29.199-05:00educationtravelparentingnorth carolinadaughtersLast week we spent fall break in California, looking at colleges.  At this point in H's college search, we're narrowing the list down, instead of adding to it.  There were six colleges she was strongly interested in before the trip, and afterwards, there were only two.    One thing I learned about California...specifically the Los Angeles and San Francisco areas.  They don't have enough roads http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/5nGezHkEWL0/focusing-on-firsts-not-lasts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=5nGezHkEWL0:FSITJR2dpnc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=5nGezHkEWL0:FSITJR2dpnc:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" 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it all here... Two and a half years ago, I started having trouble running.  One day I would run 9 miles with no problems,http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/YVQdwu6o_2A/my-ablation-adventures.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=YVQdwu6o_2A:U-qdqSVwPoQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/YVQdwu6o_2A" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2011/10/my-ablation-adventures.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-1669275244709897520Fri, 22 Jul 2011 14:10:00 +00002013-04-27T10:55:05.480-05:00travelparentingSomewhere in the last two or three years, my 17 year old daughter has become her own person.  I can't pinpoint when it happened.  It had to be more gradual than overnight, but at some point she stopped loving all the same things that we did.  Sure, we still like to do some of the same things, like hiking and snow skiing, but doing it with her parents just doesn't hold the same excitement it used http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/eTYFW1rOfhc/on-brink.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=eTYFW1rOfhc:hni1HSBE0fI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/eTYFW1rOfhc" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2011/07/on-brink.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-4810326055923977832Sun, 22 May 2011 16:14:00 +00002011-05-22T11:14:49.220-05:00parentingfamily <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; 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Even though my daughter, H, is 17 and most of her friends are at the beach, she still prefers skiing with her parents (horror!) because she loves it so much. In my opinion, Snowmass is the absolute best skiing in Colorado...maybe even best http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/dtBEF2yO9Fk/thank-god-for-ski-patrol.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=dtBEF2yO9Fk:0amucTxcco0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/dtBEF2yO9Fk" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2011/03/thank-god-for-ski-patrol.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-447951758755023536Wed, 09 Mar 2011 03:18:00 +00002011-03-08T22:18:22.120-06:00About mefamilyloveTwenty two years ago, I met a boy.  He made me laugh the first time we met.  He was very different from the guys I had dated, because he was so open and didn't hide from his feelings.  In fact, from the very first day we met, I have never wondered where I stood with him, what he was thinking, or how he felt about things.  It was honest, refreshing,  and a little bit scary.  He asked me out and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/bhpeqj4MTOI/love-is-verb.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=bhpeqj4MTOI:jkLY_dpbWXA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/bhpeqj4MTOI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2011/03/love-is-verb.html