tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:57:33 +0000http://www.esablog.com/busymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)Blogger228125BusyMomsJournalhttp://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-5461459083632882029Tue, 09 Mar 2010 16:38:00 +00002010-03-09T12:57:33.704-06:00tech stuffhealth and fitness Years ago I found a really great computer program called Perfect Diet Tracker. It's a really easy way to keep track of calories in vs. calories out. The program will take your age and weight and calculate your calorie budget for the day. If you want to take off a couple of pounds, you can enter that, along with the time frame you want to lose the weight and it will subtract calories from your http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/3wfuYv5xCls/eat-less-move-more.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:63t7Ie-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=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3wfuYv5xCls:nwfyYZMCfI0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/3wfuYv5xCls" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2010/03/eat-less-move-more.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-1755911523337909921Wed, 24 Feb 2010 01:22:00 +00002010-02-24T20:03:18.910-06:00familyloveasthmaMy husband owns his own business...he runs it from just about anywhere. That is a good thing when we want to spend weeks at a time in North Carolina. He still needs to check in every now and then, but he spends more and more time in our home office. 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They're going to kill me for posting this lovely 80's photo of them, but unfortunately, this is how we ALL looked back then!He thought we would get along, and that it would be fun to double date with their boyfriends, who were HIS friends. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/DIhxdW-EZJY/snowbound-with-my-girls.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg: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=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=DIhxdW-EZJY:1AptzINyLhg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/DIhxdW-EZJY" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2010/02/snowbound-with-my-girls.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-2075142739938162663Wed, 27 Jan 2010 03:45:00 +00002010-01-27T19:33:34.336-06:00basketballparentingdaughtersAs I walked into the gym tonight for H's basketball game, I just had to smile. The echo of bouncing balls, the smell of popcorn from the concession stand, the music blaring for the pre-game warm-up...I love it! Of all the sports and activities my daughter has participated in through the years, soccer, softball, track, cross-country, tennis, basketball, dance, theatre-basketball is my favorite.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/e6R7-GgtBrI/basketball-thoughts.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:63t7Ie-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=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=e6R7-GgtBrI:TLob2LQ8sE0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/e6R7-GgtBrI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2010/01/basketball-thoughts.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-1527828006505598538Mon, 25 Jan 2010 02:00:00 +00002010-01-24T20:23:54.829-06:00recipesI love cookbooks. I read them like novels. Even the recipes that I would never make...too complicated, or with ingredients that no one in my family eats. It's like a treasure hunt....every once in awhile I find a great recipe. But I must admit, having my laptop in the kitchen has reduced the time I used to spend perusing the books. I can do a search and find an infinite number of interestinghttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/k9aYEGWiFDo/easy-homemade-meatballs-and-spaghetti.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU: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=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=k9aYEGWiFDo:sFsp5p6s8FU:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/k9aYEGWiFDo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2010/01/easy-homemade-meatballs-and-spaghetti.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-4433964255728522120Thu, 14 Jan 2010 16:55:00 +00002010-01-14T12:03:07.529-06:00nutritionrecipesAlmost a year ago, my daughter decided to become a vegetarian. 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. Fortunately, H will eat fish, but http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/UV1rytU2aiw/search-for-easy-vegetarian-lettuce.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM: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=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=UV1rytU2aiw:ML5keMs1GzM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/UV1rytU2aiw" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2010/01/search-for-easy-vegetarian-lettuce.htmlhttp://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1214f299b688dfb9&type=video%2Fmp4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-1344074255699276493Mon, 11 Jan 2010 14:45:00 +00002010-01-27T16:32:25.114-06:00datingteenagerparentingdaughtersI'm at a loss on how to start a post after two months of no writing...do I give excuses about how busy I've been, a synopsis of what I've been up to, or just ignore it and jump right in? Hmmmmm...I think I'll just jump right in.January in our house is a much calmer month than any other month of the year. Yes, school has started back, and yes, basketball season is in full force (2-3 games per http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/3azfdC5q44o/winter-formal.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y: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=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=3azfdC5q44o:6M2Jo3KTL3Y:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/3azfdC5q44o" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2010/01/winter-formal.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-7839919410178705915Tue, 10 Nov 2009 04:39:00 +00002009-11-11T21:09:29.524-06:00teenagerparentingfriendsMy 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. For http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/M9YvDwLhipw/another-lesson-from-my-daughter.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.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-7816806135569519145Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:14:00 +00002009-11-09T20:44:02.425-06:00teenage drivingprayerreligionGrowing up, my family attended church at least three times a week; Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night. At some point I stopped drawing on the church bulletin...filling in all the o's and p's, and started listening to the preacher. He always had stories to help illustrate the point of his sermon. I don't remember most of those stories, but one stuck with me, and completely http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/8j8RGrCicLE/on-teenage-driving-and-prayer.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM: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=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=8j8RGrCicLE:jVo-l_s8OFM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/8j8RGrCicLE" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/11/on-teenage-driving-and-prayer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-5673640742181573560Mon, 02 Nov 2009 14:46:00 +00002009-11-04T08:31:55.006-06:00teenage drivingteenagerparentingdaughtersAlmost since the day my daughter was born, I've been watching her leave. Every time it happens, I get this heavy, empty feeling in my heart. The first time was when her grandparents in Florida took her for a few days while J and I went on a long weekend trip when she was 16 months old. For the first day or two that we were gone, we were consumed with missing her. We took pictures with us, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/wB4eT6fgKRg/driving-away.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM: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=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=wB4eT6fgKRg:i49QM9tp6aM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/wB4eT6fgKRg" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/11/driving-away.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-8578821052286840807Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:34:00 +00002009-10-21T09:33:56.091-05:00teenagerparentingemotional quotientOne of my friends on facebook recently posted on her status, "Oh, to be 15 again!" I wrote on her wall..."You couldn't pay me enough to go back!"Don't get me wrong, I do have many fond memories of high school...Friday night football games, slumber parties with friends, sneaking out of the house to go "rolling", music blasting, hanging out at McDonald's, Pasquale's Pizza, or the school parking http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/oGfTXSc-7cU/stressful-emotional-quotient-building.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s: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=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=oGfTXSc-7cU:zbUEZemXA5s:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/oGfTXSc-7cU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/10/stressful-emotional-quotient-building.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-2810090310469680753Sat, 17 Oct 2009 12:29:00 +00002009-10-17T08:57:04.012-05:00About memy thoughtsBHRTother blogsfamilynorth carolinadaughtersIt's 6:30 a..m...my favorite time of day. My family is still sleeping and I have an hour or two to eat my toast, catch up on emails, read the paper, and today I decided to face the horror of (DUM DUM DUM) the unwritten blog post. It's been so long since I've written anything that I feel like I've forgotten why I started doing it in the first place. I've even put a lot of thought into just http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/0vDNGz7qwbg/top-ten-reasons-why-i-havent-posted.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E: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=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=0vDNGz7qwbg:2eysToBMh7E:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/0vDNGz7qwbg" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/10/top-ten-reasons-why-i-havent-posted.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-8331809524997232353Fri, 28 Aug 2009 21:54:00 +00002009-08-28T16:55:40.423-05:00teenagerparentingI feel like I sat down last July and my life just zipped right by on fast forward...Last thing I remember is enjoying the relaxed pace of North Carolina, sleeping late, reading on the deck, playing golf and tennis, swimming and biking, having an absolutely incredible time with my husband (and daughter for a couple of weeks, when she wasn't away at camp). It went by way too fast. I was so http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/927HkYsMqLI/planning-sweet-16im-tired.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM: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=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=927HkYsMqLI:31HdxRCumRM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/927HkYsMqLI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/08/planning-sweet-16im-tired.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-296059320064648146Sun, 19 Jul 2009 12:39:00 +00002009-07-19T08:16:11.210-05:00recipesWe're starting the fifth week at our lake house...the first time we've been able to get away for this long. Thankfully, J can work from anywhere, with internet, cell phones and faxes. It's gone by really fast...I can't believe it's been this long. Our days are spent hiking, running, swimming, boating, golfing, playing tennis, reading, and SLEEPING! Both of us are starting to really catch up http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/hSvtUzo-pzI/sun-dried-tomato-pesto-with-chicken.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM: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=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=hSvtUzo-pzI:7fpar5w6rWM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/hSvtUzo-pzI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/07/sun-dried-tomato-pesto-with-chicken.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-3598387035118331418Wed, 08 Jul 2009 12:13:00 +00002009-07-08T08:07:49.707-05:00steve mcnaircelebritiesmichael jacksonfarrah fawcettWe're finishing up our third week at our little mountain house. Even being in this remote little community, bad news finds us. As if the loss of 70's pop culture icons Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson wasn't enough, I sat down to catch up on facebook and got the heartbreaking news that Steve McNair had been shot and killed. I physically felt a burning in my heart, because Steve was such a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/h6AyVXUBTSk/losing-farrah-michael-and-steve.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:63t7Ie-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=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=h6AyVXUBTSk:w_qIhzX7CB0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/h6AyVXUBTSk" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/07/losing-farrah-michael-and-steve.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-4138120224075377448Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:20:00 +00002009-06-29T09:20:18.880-05:00menopauseBHRThealth and fitnessMy girlfriends and I graduated from college in the early 80's. Recently, my old college roommate went back to school to become a dental hygienist. We had a graduation party for her, because at this point in our lives, any excuse for a party is enough reason to get together! The last 25 or so years have brought many changes to our lives, jobs, careers, marriage, a divorce or two, children, and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/STOAT1VOVKs/my-experience-with-bhrt-begins.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo: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=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=STOAT1VOVKs:ACSFqcgtHCo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/STOAT1VOVKs" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/06/my-experience-with-bhrt-begins.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-6393347446286577744Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:18:00 +00002009-06-15T09:18:16.539-05:00facebookNope, I'm not dead. I've been in rehab, for my facebook addiction. See, this is the problem. I'll be just doing my mom thing, running H all over the place, and waiting for her to come to the car, and my iphone is there, just waiting, with notifications of all kinds of things...responses to my posts, old friends trying to re-connect, pictures of my friends doing whatever they're doing, old http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/ijGRQr_mY2w/my-facebook-addiction.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc: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=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=ijGRQr_mY2w:DKPlHrwK4dc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/ijGRQr_mY2w" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/06/my-facebook-addiction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-3150421638660614746Tue, 12 May 2009 02:01:00 +00002009-05-11T21:01:49.966-05:00teenagerparentingdaughtersI pulled up to the gym to pick H up from basketball. She had been up until midnight the night before, cramming for two tests that she had that day. Then, after school she had an hour workout with the D1 trainers, lifting weights and sprinting outside, then an hour with the "Dr. Dish" working on her shooting. She was red faced and looked absolutely exhausted. "Can I drive home?" (She has herhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/02yYAdkkHFY/driving-with-learners-permit.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE: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=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=02yYAdkkHFY:wHF39h5vnDE:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/02yYAdkkHFY" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/05/driving-with-learners-permit.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-6567089232254939792Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:24:00 +00002009-04-23T14:17:23.541-05:00tech stufftraveliphoneWhen you lean over to help dock the boat, and your iphone falls into the FREEZING cold lake, you know it's dead.  But it's too hard to just walk away, when you can see it sitting on the silty bottom, about six feet down.  So, you find a couple of oars, and make a game out of it!Who cares if it never works again...that was fun!http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/MJwij13u5Tw/when-your-iphone-is-in-bottom-of-lake.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc: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=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=MJwij13u5Tw:B1ALBLVY8Yc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/MJwij13u5Tw" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/04/when-your-iphone-is-in-bottom-of-lake.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-6944065302797236754Wed, 22 Apr 2009 02:33:00 +00002009-11-10T07:19:27.846-06:00friendsThis weekend was another one for the books. H had a three day weekend, so we scooted up to North Carolina to soak up the beauty, and to spend time with friends. H brought a girlfriend, and J and I invited a couple, who have been our friends for 20 years to join us. It's so much fun for us to share our little bit of paradise with friends. H and her friend started chatting from the moment we http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/BD-T2hIjD3c/benefits-of-friendship.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM: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=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=BD-T2hIjD3c:Zrct5MKkRRM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/BD-T2hIjD3c" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/04/benefits-of-friendship.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-5944155081321353191Mon, 06 Apr 2009 15:11:00 +00002009-04-06T10:11:25.397-05:00daughtersInteresting weekend.  Saturday night we had reservations around the piano at Whitfield's...(our favorite Nashville neighborhood restaurant).  It's pretty cool, they set the piano for 7 people, and you can eat there while John plays all your favorite Sinatra/New York, New York/ dinner music.  He's actually pretty incredible.  Has a wonderful soothing voice, and plays great piano.  The NC final http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/a8H1EhyuUOo/meeting-boyfriends-momand-matzah-song.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=a8H1EhyuUOo:alxYkbQnrDQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=a8H1EhyuUOo:alxYkbQnrDQ: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=a8H1EhyuUOo:alxYkbQnrDQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img 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src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/a8H1EhyuUOo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/04/meeting-boyfriends-momand-matzah-song.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-717411938612957836Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:40:00 +00002009-03-25T10:38:24.884-05:00travelfamilyYes, I know, I haven't posted anything in a long time.Basically, it's just all the normal, every day mom stuff.  Went to New York for a bar mitzvah.Can I just say, it was kind of OVER THE TOP!!  But other than the zillions of dollars they spent on the extravaganza, it was actually very sweet.  And kind of sad.  We were there for my husband's cousin...it was his son who had the bar mitzvah.  J's http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/gjS02oWo93Q/spring-is-in-airfirst-proposal-done-by.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=gjS02oWo93Q:ewb3lIlW9QU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img 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href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=gjS02oWo93Q:ewb3lIlW9QU:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=gjS02oWo93Q:ewb3lIlW9QU:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=gjS02oWo93Q:ewb3lIlW9QU:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/gjS02oWo93Q" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/03/spring-is-in-airfirst-proposal-done-by.htmlhttp://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5dad1f90f8586fa9&type=video%2Fmp4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-2545535481712023381Mon, 02 Mar 2009 04:10:00 +00002009-03-01T22:13:48.640-06:00familyThis had to be one of the all time greatest weekends in awhile.Friday night, H had a friend over after school, and then they decided at the last minute to attend the mixer at their "brother" school, so J and I had time for a quick dinner out, which we haven't had, just the two of us in a long time. H had fun, no drama, so the evening was good.Saturday morning I got up early to go run a 5K http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/deR0T5kgsMg/best-weekend-ever.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg: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=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=deR0T5kgsMg:OxYwA7JnYOg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/deR0T5kgsMg" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/03/best-weekend-ever.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-6172455702274713514Thu, 26 Feb 2009 16:03:00 +00002009-02-26T10:04:39.748-06:00tech stuffI need to write a new post because for some odd reason, a google ad showed up under my last post. I have an adsense account, "just in case" someday I might want to make money doing this. (Although that's not probable, since my daily readership is limited to mostly my family and the few people who accidently click on my sight when they're actually looking for something else.)Way back when I hadhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/DEiGQ0XDZXY/unwanted-google-ads.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw: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=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=DEiGQ0XDZXY:G6a-Nd7fRKw:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/DEiGQ0XDZXY" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/02/unwanted-google-ads.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16546204.post-4681288327429675475Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:11:00 +00002009-02-25T08:48:11.417-06:00recipesWe have one child. Dinnertime has been an evolving situation. When she was a baby, we made our own dinners, usually something relatively healthy, and gave her something she would eat. It was pretty easy for awhile. I could open the baby food jar, or as she got a little bit older, throw some eggs in a pan, or macaroni and cheese, pizza, applesauce, or some other "white" food she would eat. I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/phPRjarmyXU/pecan-crusted-troutor-end-to-being_25.htmlbusymomsjournal@gmail.com (Esa)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c: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=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?a=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/BusyMomsJournal?i=phPRjarmyXU:AUBZyZ6fy6c:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~4/phPRjarmyXU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.esablog.com/2009/02/pecan-crusted-troutor-end-to-being_25.html