tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43007168819592723262009-10-12T22:33:42.005-04:00Because The Real Thing Won't Pay For Princeton.Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-45684931864716143682008-09-10T19:28:00.003-04:002008-09-27T20:56:40.577-04:002008-09-27T20:56:40.577-04:00The Boy: Mommy, I made you a picture:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244566294281169490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SMhxQfudqlI/AAAAAAAAA-k/m1pAde1hNY4/s400/Firehead.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Me: What is it?<br /><br />TB: It's an angry person who is shooting fire from his mouth and his hat.<br /><br />Me: Oh, yes, of course! It's...lovely.<br /><br />TB: I know. I'm going to be an art teacher when I grow up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-4568493186471614368?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-42818939381832128272008-09-05T15:11:00.006-04:002008-09-05T15:16:06.779-04:002008-09-05T15:16:06.779-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SMGE82eqa_I/AAAAAAAAA-E/eDby2usnu34/s1600-h/cuddlyanimals.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242617622187109362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SMGE82eqa_I/AAAAAAAAA-E/eDby2usnu34/s400/cuddlyanimals.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Because nothing motivates a five-year-old Star Wars-obsessed boy like having to color a "fashion parade" of cute fuzzy animals.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-4281893938183212827?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-18463505136238559102008-07-16T17:48:00.015-04:002008-09-02T10:23:14.501-04:002008-09-02T10:23:14.501-04:00<b>General:</b><br />Chicken prepared in any manner (including covered with cheese/broiled/Boston Marketed)<br />Nuggets of any variety (including chicken, soy, cod, and now, it goes without saying, spinach)<br />Fish<br />Beef<br />Pork (including ham)<br />Scrambled/hard boiled/fried/deviled eggs<br />Halibut, Tilapia, Grouper, Salmon<br /><br />Cheese (unless it is on top of a Dominos Pizza)<br />Tofu<br /><br />Rice<br />Polenta<br />Any pasta not shaped like a spiral or an elbow<br /><br /><b>Sauces/Dippers/Spreads:</b><br />Ranch Dressing<br />Ketchup<br />Pasta Sauce<br />Peanut Butter<br />Jelly<br /><br /><b>Vegetables/Legumes:</b><br />Beans of any variety (including baked)<br />Corn (loose OR on the cob)<br />Nuts<br />Potatoes (mashed, baked, or fried)<br />Red, Orange, Green, or Yellow Peppers<br />Tomatoes<br />Lettuce<br />Squash<br />Cucumber seeds (he will nibble around the center)<br />Edamame<br /><br /><br /><b>Fruits:</b><br />Watermelon<br />Canteloupe/melon<br />blueberries/raspberries/blackberries<br />Any non-Fuji variety of apple<br />Green grapes<br />Pineapple<br />Kiwi<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178687454987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SIAC1lzrxHI/AAAAAAAAA0I/azakCuxlbkQ/s400/Tried+Salami.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-1846350513623855910?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-69653087979086388342008-06-18T20:50:00.004-04:002008-06-19T15:03:35.365-04:002008-06-19T15:03:35.365-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFmtchHbF0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Sp0PUkgJRno/s1600-h/sc00512412.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213388749095507778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFmtchHbF0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Sp0PUkgJRno/s400/sc00512412.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> Is Lil' Jon teaching poetry at The Girl's school now? </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-6965308797908638834?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-48696091537977241362008-06-16T22:44:00.010-04:002008-06-17T05:41:55.648-04:002008-06-17T05:41:55.648-04:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9e0f905ab110ce9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KK-R8lYEyMQF3rPsfli5FOvXop-F0jiiZ0XgvZOWGWpEektWeMXUM5v8HtHV5ZQxxlyNuqchNm4NsyXbLUL03mEu59TIWmXRIO9L3TpWSxDzRhcromKkuBPlXgOipFZGs-EQGKeli_O74xW3umyGiwKf5TuwF00-rsYlH9lACiHC_0YkJlOnqBn4KE6NdSPqrHwoVu62UPGznnt49INd1UX%26sigh%3DKpaIu9rFbGd_A9Vjlvb9SZKT_Aw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9e0f905ab110ce9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgUF7P0mFYNFVsjReblW9nFA7fxw&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"> <embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KK-R8lYEyMQF3rPsfli5FOvXop-F0jiiZ0XgvZOWGWpEektWeMXUM5v8HtHV5ZQxxlyNuqchNm4NsyXbLUL03mEu59TIWmXRIO9L3TpWSxDzRhcromKkuBPlXgOipFZGs-EQGKeli_O74xW3umyGiwKf5TuwF00-rsYlH9lACiHC_0YkJlOnqBn4KE6NdSPqrHwoVu62UPGznnt49INd1UX%26sigh%3DKpaIu9rFbGd_A9Vjlvb9SZKT_Aw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9e0f905ab110ce9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgUF7P0mFYNFVsjReblW9nFA7fxw&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Parental Advisory: Watching Kung Fu Panda can cause delayed bodily harm to five year old boys.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Big ups to Grandma for catching this on video.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-4869609153797724136?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-31751726804651760472008-06-15T06:27:00.018-04:002008-06-15T17:02:32.536-04:002008-06-15T17:02:32.536-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTyCtlXq2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/tJoUHWyU3tE/s1600-h/sc0025d3ca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTyCtlXq2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/tJoUHWyU3tE/s320/sc0025d3ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212056797184502626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And he's the only daddy you're going to get, at least until Keanu Reeves comes to his senses and gives Mama a call...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTxJ5lHxOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_C8E-WEwn5A/s1600-h/sc0023e7de.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTxJ5lHxOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_C8E-WEwn5A/s320/sc0023e7de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055821152142562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">He makes the BEST pancakes. Hard to eat them without a mouth, though.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTwuDfnJGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q5FEx4Dk0oY/s1600-h/sc0024037b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTwuDfnJGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q5FEx4Dk0oY/s320/sc0024037b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055342777050210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Pancakes and pasta are actually the only things he knows how to cook. And they're the only things The Girl likes to eat. Coincidence...or conspiracy?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTwlz67rnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZSFf3aVmhlM/s1600-h/sc0023ce64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTwlz67rnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZSFf3aVmhlM/s320/sc0023ce64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055201157721714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cute... but the fact that she made herself the same size as her daddy makes me believe that she considers herself his "equal," and gives light to her simmering Electra complex...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTwDJJDApI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZqlGU5Sddc8/s1600-h/sc0025e2b0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFTwDJJDApI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZqlGU5Sddc8/s400/sc0025e2b0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212054605558645394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Yep, Electra complex - confirmed. I am going to have to have a little talk with her about the massage idea.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-3175172680465176047?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-47489947657748066232008-06-13T07:14:00.004-04:002008-06-13T08:33:09.848-04:002008-06-13T08:33:09.848-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFJXj0ULgRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1rARJpiEooA/s1600-h/image0014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211323991671406866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFJXj0ULgRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1rARJpiEooA/s400/image0014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SFJWxempEJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eix9_oHdrdw/s1600-h/sc006947f6.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em>Second show's at 8. Try the veal, folks, and don't forget to tip your waitress. </em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-4748994765774806623?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-26439043195894767342008-06-05T06:51:00.004-04:002008-06-05T09:23:17.004-04:002008-06-05T09:23:17.004-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEfGHlMNFrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/eB84PjXmCnk/s1600-h/mismatched+footwear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208349327621953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEfGHlMNFrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/eB84PjXmCnk/s400/mismatched+footwear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>I don't know why Spawn are so violently opposed to wearing matching footwear. I can tolerate the socks...but I had to draw the line at the One Croc/One Moc The Girl tried to sneak past me...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-2643904319589476734?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-44653207792827697162008-06-04T06:46:00.004-04:002008-06-04T06:50:23.813-04:002008-06-04T06:50:23.813-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEZy14tVDeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/axGDpVwZt68/s1600-h/sc0027ada8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEZy14tVDeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/axGDpVwZt68/s400/sc0027ada8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207976289181699554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know what Wal-Marts she's shopped at, but I have yet to see one with giant grapes hanging from the ceiling. The rude employees look about right, though.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEZyp4tVDdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/qtF1viZisQY/s1600-h/sc0027959b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEZyp4tVDdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/qtF1viZisQY/s400/sc0027959b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207976083023269330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah. Who IS this alligator?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-4465320779282769716?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-72517453552741368542008-06-01T21:40:00.005-04:002008-06-02T06:29:19.268-04:002008-06-02T06:29:19.268-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SENP3YtVDZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qZltr_QCKo8/s1600-h/sc00028a6b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207093407114399122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SENP3YtVDZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qZltr_QCKo8/s400/sc00028a6b.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> When I asked The Boy what this was, he said, "It's a boy with girl hair and a mustache." Don't know what the devil horns are for, though, or what kind of adults have been lurking at the playground lately...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-7251745355274136854?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-87778902299668494792008-05-31T06:37:00.028-04:002008-06-15T17:01:43.074-04:002008-06-15T17:01:43.074-04:00<div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEE4Q4tVDXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0DyBT8Tcg8M/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206504506968575346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEE4Q4tVDXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0DyBT8Tcg8M/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /></em></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'm sure THIS little project raised a few teacher eyebrows in The Girl's art class... </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206489616316959938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEEquItVDMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rWid8yL_75c/s320/Gear+For+Love+Page+7.jpg" border="0" /><em>Someday, she'll realize that you don't ALWAYS need two people, especially if you have electronic aids and a Costco-sized sheaf of replacement batteries. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206489869720030418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEEq84tVDNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/o8-UvDckKeg/s320/Gear+For+Love+Page+6.jpg" border="0" /><em>On the other hand..I'm not sure exactly what these "love box" items are, and I'm afraid to ask, in the event that she's been going through my drawers again and I have to answer some, uh, 'probing' questions. </em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEEsKYtVDVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cqNXSHaABYo/s1600-h/Gear+For+Love+Page+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206491201159892306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEEsKYtVDVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cqNXSHaABYo/s320/Gear+For+Love+Page+8.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>It helps to have a little something something to loosen things up and put you in the mood. Or to get you drunk enough where you can just lie back and think of the mother country.<br /></em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEErzotVDTI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnzdiNMG2MQ/s1600-h/Gear+For+Love+Page+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206490810317868338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEErzotVDTI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnzdiNMG2MQ/s320/Gear+For+Love+Page+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>When I was in high school, the boys thought "Drakkar Noir" cologne served that function. </em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209895893774590098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SE1EtlEzYJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mWXWI09l7OY/s320/Gear+For+Love+Page+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><em>I need to explain to her that Love Pills are not recommended unless you are some sort of pervert who also happens to have a good defense lawyer.</em></div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEErFotVDOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nR09p9fWrnY/s1600-h/Gear+For+Love+Page+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206490020043885794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SEErFotVDOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nR09p9fWrnY/s320/Gear+For+Love+Page+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>And that, my friends, is how the magic happens in our homestead</em>.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-8777890229966849479?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-56229254377191064732008-05-30T06:17:00.002-04:002008-05-30T06:20:07.947-04:002008-05-30T06:20:07.947-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SD_UY4tVDHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wFJPbk3rhI8/s1600-h/sc00a83688.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SD_UY4tVDHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wFJPbk3rhI8/s400/sc00a83688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206113218268040306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Except there are only five and they have been reimagined as some sort of vegetable.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-5622925437719106473?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-19719916147768053152008-05-29T06:37:00.003-04:002008-05-29T06:42:51.755-04:002008-05-29T06:42:51.755-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SD1AE4tVDFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5MCvNTKY7G8/s1600-h/sc014301e2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SD1AE4tVDFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5MCvNTKY7G8/s400/sc014301e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205387196996324434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Could the title character and his unnamed wife have been inspired by the Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie union? Note how their babies came BEFORE they got married...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-4880079377468361019?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300716881959272326.post-67428793318678835952008-05-27T12:54:00.006-04:002008-05-28T07:20:24.547-04:002008-05-28T07:20:24.547-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SDw8-ItVDCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/34M8fJEDHEM/s1600-h/Connornote1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205102307520613410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdPw0hxeEoQ/SDw8-ItVDCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/34M8fJEDHEM/s400/Connornote1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Note to self: must explain to The Girl that if a tornado is approaching, deciphering a secret code is probably not the best use of people's time.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4300716881959272326-6742879331867883595?l=digitallemonade.blogspot.com'/></div>Manager Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835Lambira@gmail.com2