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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MHRHc8fCp7ImA9WhRaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817081740178431172</id><updated>2012-02-15T15:43:55.974-08:00</updated><category term="Twitter" /><category term="Work at Home" /><category term="Conversations With Mom" /><category term="Dieting" /><category term="Pets" /><category term="Holiday" /><category term="Video Games" /><category term="California" /><category term="Housebear Relocation Program" /><category term="Self Improvement" /><category term="Entertainment" /><category term="Hunting" /><category term="Shawn" /><category term="Memory Verse" /><category term="A Declaration of War" /><category term="Frugal Fridays" /><category term="Vacation" /><category term="House" /><category term="Mom Quotes" /><category term="Maid of Honor" /><category term="Job" /><category term="Weight Loss" /><category term="Coupons" /><category term="Paul F. Tompkins" /><category term="Conversations" /><category term="hCG Diet" /><category term="Caleb" /><category term="Working Out" /><category term="Shopping" /><category term="Garden" /><category term="Movie Night" /><category term="Home" /><category term="Television" /><category term="Video" /><category term="Sponsored" /><category term="Conversations With Dad" /><category term="Mobile Blog" /><category term="Big Fat Loser" /><title>Just a Housebear</title><subtitle type="html">Just a Housebear.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justahousebear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justahousebear.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362848247339866009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUDXgWP6t8/S4jT0WuVHvI/AAAAAAAAA50/L3_qjp_JHqU/S220/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/JustAHousebear" /><feedburner:info uri="justahousebear" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YCQHg4fyp7ImA9WhRaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817081740178431172.post-6381922044432047167</id><published>2012-02-15T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T13:26:01.637-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T13:26:01.637-08:00</app:edited><title>Night Nurse</title><content type="html">Thanks for the post, Nora Howe&lt;br /&gt;
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It seems that with my job as a night nurse, I miss every single one of my favorite shows. Although I absolutely love my job, I have extremely strange hours. I go in at 7 pm, and then leave at 7 am. I have to leave my house at 6 pm, though, and then the next day my schedule is all out of whack. This also means that I miss prime time television. One of the best gifts of my life came from my fiancée when he gave me the gift of satellite TV through &lt;a href="http://www.direc4u.com/"&gt;direct tv&lt;/a&gt;. Now I get to record my favorite shows and watch them when I have time. It was such a thoughtful gift, and I’ve loved having my prime time shows recorded when I am awake to watch them! The world was not made for nocturnal people, but it’s wonderful to know that there is at least a way around not getting to see my favorite shows! Thank-you satellite TV and also my wonderful fiancée- for making my life so much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817081740178431172-6381922044432047167?l=justahousebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JustAHousebear/~4/llTOSBGxyus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default/6381922044432047167?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default/6381922044432047167?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JustAHousebear/~3/llTOSBGxyus/night-nurse.html" title="Night Nurse" /><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362848247339866009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUDXgWP6t8/S4jT0WuVHvI/AAAAAAAAA50/L3_qjp_JHqU/S220/photo.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://justahousebear.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-nurse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGSXs_fCp7ImA9WhRaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817081740178431172.post-1647694576218389906</id><published>2012-02-15T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T15:15:28.544-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T15:15:28.544-08:00</app:edited><title>It's my birthday!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I don't normally toot my own horn, but hey; it's my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
When it comes to birthday celebrating, I am all about it.  I like to celebrate "Birthday Week".  It's pretty awesome and I am going to try and get it to catch on with more people.  Instead of only having one day of presents and cake and whatnot, you have an entire week of feeling on top of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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For example: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Honey, what would you like for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br&gt;"Oh, sweetheart, you decide.  Afterall, it's your &lt;i&gt;Birthday Week&lt;/I&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how that works?  Here is another one:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Mommy, I am going to draw you a picture every day this week because it's your &lt;i&gt;Birthday Week&lt;/i&gt; and I love you."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty nice, eh? Eh? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So next time you're getting ready to celebrate your birthday, try dropping the Birthday Week thing.  I find it's best to treat it as if it's a given and then act surprised when someone acts like they've never heard of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I was at the bank I really enjoyed the loan process. I even liked the business banking side of things, but the retail banking killed me. I don't mean to sound uppity, because Lord knows there is $10.00 in my bank account right now; but I have to say that kissing someone's rear over their 5th $30.00 overdraft fee when their account balance is less than $15 all month is no fun. Especially when you work commission. &lt;br /&gt;
I had often thought that I would work at the bank for a little while and then move on to be a mortgage broker. The upside was higher commission. The down side was a less than steady paycheck. But all of that is behind me now because I anticipate for this to be the last job that I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm working the front desk for my dream company. There are only 6 people in this office and company, including me. That means that everyone is close and and able to help each other. This is a company that I have been wanting to work for for a long time, about the last 3 or 4 years at least. The opportunity just fell in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;
My sister actually applied for the job, (I tried to hide my jealousy and be happy for her) but after meeting with the managers she recommended me to them as a better candidate! Awww... sisterly love! I sent in a resume and after what seemed like forever, (3 weeks) they hired me! And so here I am on the first day of my dream job! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;
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This Tết has been full of luck for me already! &lt;br /&gt;
First off, I had requested the day off of work because you really don't want to work on Tết, unless you have your own business and even then you only open for your luckiest customers. When I worked at AT&amp;amp;T my manager was always sympathetic to giving me the day of Tết off... and sympathetic to about 5 other employees... and also herself. So it was easy to request off the day and have her understand the importance. My current employer... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;
I request off Tết and was sad to see that I was scheduled to work. I didn't want to complain too much so I just took the request status as denied, but when I got into work I found that the schedule had been changed and I was given the day off! Happy-Happy, Joy-Joy! &lt;br /&gt;
I left work and headed back home. I was still on my way back to my home when the phone rang. The new employer I had interviewed with almost 3 weeks ago wanted to offer me the position I wanted! At the pay I wanted! With the benefits I wanted! WHAT?! &lt;b&gt;Chúc Mừng Năm Mới, indeed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Contributed by Milford Woods&lt;br /&gt;
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I have definitely recently realized that I am a multi-tasking mom. It occurred to me the other day when I came home from the grocery store. After I put all of the groceries on the counter and started to put them up, it occurred to me that I carried twelve grocery sacksat once in addition to also carrying a big bag of dog food in the house too. I had unlocked two door locks with my keys and walked in the house and turned off the adt HUME alarm system before I even sat a bag down. I didn’t even use anything to help me carry the bags. I have just gotten so good at piling them up on my arm like bracelets, I can do anything with twelve grocery sacks on my arms. I remember always seeing my mom doing that and thinking, “wow, that has got to hurt!”. Well now I know, it doesn’t really hurt after the first few times. It is just something that you have to do and that comes along with being a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817081740178431172-619290987431196639?l=justahousebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JustAHousebear/~4/HxR4gVeTzIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default/619290987431196639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default/619290987431196639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JustAHousebear/~3/HxR4gVeTzIQ/carrying-grocery-bags.html" title="Carrying the Grocery Bags" /><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362848247339866009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUDXgWP6t8/S4jT0WuVHvI/AAAAAAAAA50/L3_qjp_JHqU/S220/photo.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://justahousebear.blogspot.com/2012/01/carrying-grocery-bags.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHQXk6cSp7ImA9WhRRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817081740178431172.post-8447922694984768882</id><published>2011-11-26T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:13:50.719-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T13:13:50.719-08:00</app:edited><title>I survived Black Friday</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68nxbov01MA/TtFVpl2JpPI/AAAAAAAABHw/LdPnx9WReVw/s1600/black_friday_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68nxbov01MA/TtFVpl2JpPI/AAAAAAAABHw/LdPnx9WReVw/s320/black_friday_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even know if I have re-cooperated enough to even talk about it, but I survived working black Friday in a video game retail store. This is apparently just the beginning for me.  The beginning of a long and hard Holiday shopping season. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUDXgWP6t8/SWrzF2kZWqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/LktjCA8fIrw/s1600-h/siggy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290307994173135522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUDXgWP6t8/SWrzF2kZWqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/LktjCA8fIrw/s400/siggy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817081740178431172-8447922694984768882?l=justahousebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JustAHousebear/~4/h-I1XR0yeKo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default/8447922694984768882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817081740178431172/posts/default/8447922694984768882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JustAHousebear/~3/h-I1XR0yeKo/i-survived-black-friday.html" title="I survived Black Friday" /><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362848247339866009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUDXgWP6t8/S4jT0WuVHvI/AAAAAAAAA50/L3_qjp_JHqU/S220/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68nxbov01MA/TtFVpl2JpPI/AAAAAAAABHw/LdPnx9WReVw/s72-c/black_friday_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://justahousebear.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-survived-black-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYCQXszcSp7ImA9WhRSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817081740178431172.post-3696998203916052143</id><published>2011-11-21T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:36:00.589-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T01:36:00.589-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caleb" /><title>Thanksgiving</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45wFefKapCg/TsOFNnyeI7I/AAAAAAAABHg/1y2YYKdW_8Y/s1600/give%2Bthanks-p001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45wFefKapCg/TsOFNnyeI7I/AAAAAAAABHg/1y2YYKdW_8Y/s320/give%2Bthanks-p001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanted to take a moment and reflect on what I am thankful for in my life.  Number one, hands down, no question, I am most thankful for my son.  Everyone says things like that and unless you are a parent you can't really understand, and even if you are a parent it still doesn't necessarily mean that you understand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My son is my entire world.  He is everything to me.  I consider him in all things that I do.  I can't bring myself to make a selfish decision.  There is no way that I could put him aside for anything or anyone, ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would do anything to keep him safe, happy, and healthy.  The love that we have for one another is pure and sweet and untainted by anything in this world.  He might like to play with his cousins, or read with his Auntie, but when he wants safety, who does he come to? Mama; that's who.  When he wants comfort - Mama.  When he wants tender hugs and kisses - Mama. When he wants to feel loved - Mama. I'm so thankful that my son and I have a good strong bond, and I know we always will. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;Oh, Hi Internet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Guess what I still haven't done?  I still haven't been able to devote any time whatsoever to playing Skyrim, and I also have not fixed my broken netbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That's right.  I have owned Elder Scrolls Skyrim since the release date, but I have not played it at all.  I have seen it played.  I watched someone play it for about an hour or so, but I haven't been able to even really create a character at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I also keep intending to take 20 minutes to repair my broken charging port on my netbook, but I haven't gotten around to doing that either. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On a brighter note, I did book Caleb's birthday party today.  I'm excited about that.  It's booked and the deposit is paid. I can check that off of my list.  I also enrolled him in his swim classes again.  He took swim classes for about a year and then we had to drop them until our finances were more stable.  Thankfully, they are now and I was able to get him all set up starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So there are two things marked off of my ever growing to-do list. You know what may have helped?  I bought a day planner... I hadn't actually even opened it before I did any of those things, but maybe it just motivated me to get the more time sensitive things taken care of today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Over the last month or so, I have been hooked on documentaries.  I have watched several of them this fall already.  Most recently I watched Trekkies, which I thought was amazing.  I'm looking forward to watching the sequel soon, but it isn't on instant view for &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; so I have to order the disc.  I'm hoping that I will get to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0235327/"&gt;Dark Days&lt;/a&gt; this week.  I've seen this documentary already; I watched it in High School after reading a book on the same subject. It's about the homeless people in NYC who have moved into old abandoned subway tunnels and make homes there with running water and electricity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago I watched &lt;a href="http://winnebagoman.com/"&gt;Winnebago Man&lt;/a&gt;, but I have to warn you that there is a disturbing amount of profane language in that one.  If you've seen the viral video then you know what I'm talking about. I watched a documentary about Pinball Machines called &lt;a href="http://www.specialwhenlitmovie.com/"&gt;Special When Lit&lt;/a&gt;, which was incredible! I highly recommend it, especially if you want to perfect your pinball game.  You will probably find that your problem is the same as mine... you don't have the proper pinball stance, which includes prancing like you have to pee, borderline sexual hip thrusts, and involuntary leg jerking.  I can't wait to try my new pinball dance on a real machine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm scrolling through my &lt;a href="http://www.netflix"&gt;Netflix &lt;/a&gt;que right now and adding new docs to watch this week!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I assume that the reason for slimming down the Wii and removing the backwards compatibility is to cut the costs of manufacturing.  Oh yeah, and good thing that the price is the same as the old one... at least for now.  I wouldn't be surprised if there was a price slash coming up soon.  Then again, I wouldn't be all too surprised if it just stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Oh my goodness.  I have been so hooked on ice cream lately and I just had to tell you all about it.  I have been joyously eating french vanilla ice cream with raspberry topping almost every night.  I was in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store and they has all kinds of toppings available.  They had blueberry and strawberry, chocolate and butterscotch.  No raspberry!!!?  Then a brilliant thought hit me!  Pie filling!  I found the baking section and viola! There it was in a can without all of the confetti and streamers that were on the more popular flavors, but just as good.  Raspberry pie filling / topping.  And now I'm a very happy girl! :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzdC5SM8ARc/TrhFh-Hpy-I/AAAAAAAABGY/1QjZEVU2s6U/s1600/xbox-live-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzdC5SM8ARc/TrhFh-Hpy-I/AAAAAAAABGY/1QjZEVU2s6U/s320/xbox-live-logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;First I start by popping the &lt;a href="http://www.orville.com/"&gt;popcorn&lt;/a&gt;.  The smell of it brings the entire family out of their rooms and into the family room where the Xbox is set up.  They are conditioned almost like Pavlov's Dogs by now.  They smell the popcorn and they know movie night is about to go down.  Once everyone is starting to gather into the adjoining kitchen, I flip on the TV and the Xbox and sign into my Xbox Live account.  While we are all talking about our day, I load up the Netflix app. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MS3o4pvGzaY/TrhFwiVTVZI/AAAAAAAABGk/HjOwAE97dPs/s1600/netflix-branded-xbox-360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MS3o4pvGzaY/TrhFwiVTVZI/AAAAAAAABGk/HjOwAE97dPs/s320/netflix-branded-xbox-360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once we are in the app, we can search for new movies to watch, see what has been newly released, or even check out movies that we had bookmarked the night before.  It is easy for us all to agree on something, and if it turns out that the movie is &lt;i&gt;horrible&lt;/i&gt;, which has only happened once, then we can switch to something else.  No having to drive back to red box and pay out more money to get a different movie.  We get unlimited streaming from Netflix and we never have to worry about how many movies we start or finish.  In fact, several times, our movie night has turned into a double or triple feature. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only thing that I feel is lacking in the &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; on Xbox Live department, is that Netflix doesn't always have the movie we want available for instant viewing.  I'm sure there is some reasonable explanation for this, but I don't know what it is so I am simply frustrated. We have ordered a few discs here and there, but they don't always even get watched right away.  Some nights we opt for instant viewing because it is so easy and we are used to it now.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I'm super stoked on the Netflix app on Xbox Live.  I hear there is supposed to be an update soon, but I don't know what it's going to include.  I'm excited to see what it looks like though!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The only time I don't mind precipitation in the winter time is when it comes down as snow.  I love snow!  I can't wait to take Caleb up to the mountain to go sledding and play in the snow.  I'm not going to just sit around the valley and suffer through rain, hoping for snow.  It doesn't make sense when all I have to do is drive an hour to get there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So my plan is to pack some hot soup into a thermos, and do the same with some hot chocolate. I'm going to pack some sandwiches and crackers and juice and head up to Mt. Hood for an all day romp in a winter wonderland. We are going to play all day until we are starving and then we are going to play some more... until it's too dark to stay outside.  Then on the way home we can stop at a cozy little diner or truck stop and get something to eat next to a fire. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm going to get those little disposable packaged hand warmers to be sure that my little teeny tiny stays warm.  He has Gortex mittens and pants already, so all he needs is a coat.  I;ll bring a few changes of clothes just in case he gets wet.  Of course I am going to have to wait until it actually starts snowing up on the mountain, but until then I'm in full swing planning mode!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But I do understand that there are huge benefits from living here.  I am saving a ton of money.  I always have someone to help me with whatever I need.  I don't have to wake up Caleb early in the morning to take him to my mom's when I go to work.  When I am here, I can just let him sleep in and so can she until he wakes up. On Tuesdays I take him to the library for story time, and so does my sister.  When I have to work, she still takes him, so he never misses out. We are surrounded by people we love and who love us. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But still, I'd like my own bathroom.  And I stand by that statement.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;If you want to know what I want to drink, it's a soy pumpkin spice latte.  I am so hooked on these right now it's driving me nuts.  I will drink them from anywhere.  &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/c/nordstrom-restaurants"&gt;Nordstrom Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.seattlesbest.com/"&gt;Seattle's Best&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dutchbros.com/"&gt;Dutch Brothers&lt;/a&gt;, you name it, I'll have it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Normally, I don't think Starbucks has the best coffee, but recently I stopped by a Starby's for one of my new favorite drinks and they made it SO GOOD.  It was definitely the best soy pumpkin spice latte that I have ever had.  I drink a lot more coffee when the pumpkin spice lattes come back into season. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Why is it that I have decided that I can't live without it?  I want to download new ringtones onto my iPhone 4 and I want to check for updates.  I hate how you can't access, back up, or update your phone from a different computer without erasing everything on it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So tonight I think I will break out the old soldering iron and see if I can figure this out.  Hopefully I don't break it... oh and hopefully there isn't anything else wrong with it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;If Caleb has one piece of candy every night after dinner, then he has enough candy to last him a million years. The biggest problem is that I eat a piece of candy every day as well.  So I am going to blow up like a balloon, but at least we will only have candy for the next half a million years.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I'm so excited about this game!  Over 400 hours of game play and endless possibilities for how the game can be played and what you character can be! EEP!  That's my happy noise! I'm going to by playing mine on the Xbox 360. Sometimes I lie awake at night and think about how awesome it is to have a machine that is capable of running such an amazing game.  Yup, I'm that kind of nerd. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Such a nerd am I that I am also totally stoked for the Collector's Edition of the strategy guide.  Written by Mr. David S.J. Hodgson and published by Prima Games, this guide has 656 pages, over half a million words, hard cover, and ribbon book marks. I'll be getting mine autographed by the author.  Because, yes, I really AM that kind of nerd.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I'm not trying to complain, but there are some hardships that come with working in retail over Christmas time.  The first thing is that it is insanely busy.  The business grows, but that space doesn't.  Somehow I have to figure out how to put an entire year's worth of profit into one teeny tiny back room.  And an entire Christmas season's worth of merchandise onto one over-crowded sales floor.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Secondly, people are cranky.  They are tired.  They are stressed.  They are stretching their dollars, and dealing with ungrateful relatives, and freezing cold weather.  They have to shop, and host parties, and entertain out of town guests, and cook holiday meals.  I understand all of that, but it doesn't mean that they all have to act like total jerks.  See what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's such a busy time of year that sometimes weeks will go by where I only have one day off.  Or sometimes I think about work even on my time off.  I often have those dreaded work dreams.  I dream about being at work, I work a whole shift in my sleep and I don't even get paid for it.  Man, I really don't like that.  It's hard to juggle family life with work during the holidays.  Especially since I love doing Holiday time activities with my little son. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At Christmastime, Caleb and I like to do all kinds of things.  We go look at Christmas lights in the neighborhoods, we go to the Zoo lights, we go to the mountains to play in the snow.  This year I really had hoped to take him on a special holiday vacation, but I'm sure that won't happen. Not only are my funds all tapped out for Christmas, I just don't have the time with all the work that needs to be done.  I just try to stay positive and think about all of the fun we are going to have one day when I am done with this retail gig!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Lots of times I am asked by parents about what games they can get for their children under 5.  I have a little soon-to-be 4 year old at home and we do play games together on several different consoles.  What parents sometimes fail to understand is that video games are meant to be babysitters.  Often times I suggest a game and follow up my recommendation with, "as long as you're there helping him/her control the character and solve puzzles, your kids will have tons of fun and really enjoy this game."  Sadly, the response is usually, "Oh, no. I'm looking for something I can just give him and walk away so I can keep him out of my hair."  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, sorry.  I don't have a recommendation for any parent who wants to keep their kid away from them.  I am going to give a list of some games that I suggest for children, but keep a few things in mind.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Child may need help controlling the character&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It may take several sessions before your child can play the game with little assistance&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Video games aren't babysitters.  Pay attention to your kids!  Use game time as a bonding time to teach patience, creative thinking, and problem solving. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Not every game is for every kid&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Your child may not be able to beat a level or complete an objective in the game, but that doesn't mean they aren't having fun. Let your kid drive around the racetrack backwards, who really cares if Wario wins?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here are some games in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivapinata.com/"&gt;.Viva Pinata.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Caleb loves this game.  It has adjustable controls so you can choose between advanced and basic controls. The concept of the game is that you plant a garden and little living animals in the likeness of pinatas will come and live in it and you take care of them.  For older kids (and adults) there are objectives you can complete, but the game really has no end.  You can decide how to decorate your garden, and what to plant and build.  The options are endless.  Sometimes Caleb digs up his entire garden and makes the whole thing a lake.  No worries, because it's just a game.  All you have to do is sell everything and start over. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;a href="http://videogames.lego.com/en-us/Default.aspx"&gt;Lego Games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; There are a variety of Lego Games including, Lego Indiana Jones, several Lego Star Wars, Lego Batman, and Lego Harry Potter.  They are similar in that you play as little Lego men and all of the terrain, bad guys, animals and items resemble Lego pieces.  You don't die in the game, you just break into Lego pieces and then reappear assembled again.  There are unlimited chances to solve puzzles and pass levels.  Some of the puzzles can be challenging, even for me, but the games are a lot of fun.  It's fun for kids because they never have to restart a level because they never run out of chances to try something.  There isn't any real violence, just mostly cartoon mischief and cartoon violence.  There are guns in some of the games, and some fighting, but you only ever break into Lego pieces or break your foe into Lego pieces. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://marvel.wikia.com/Marvel_Super_Hero_Squad_(video_game)"&gt;.Super Hero Squad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Caleb is playing this game on the Wii.  The controls are easy to use, and the game is fun.  Simple objectives and only cartoon violence with super hero powers.  Sometimes he spends a good amount of time shooting lasers into a wall, but as long as he is having a good time I am fine with it.  The game is cute and I enjoy watching him play it.  You play as one of several Marvel Super Heroes as... children?  I'm not sure, but they look like little babies so that's what I call them.  The game is 2 player co-op (2 player cooperative) meaning 2 people can play at the same time on the same team and help each other out.  You can also play alone and choose a character for the computer to play as your teammate. Since Caleb can't read he needs the objectives explained to him, although he doesn't care much for completing them.  He mostly likes to watch the characters run around and use their super powers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/kinect"&gt;.Kinect Games.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; There are several games on the XBox 360 Kinect that kids will enjoy.  Kinectimals is a game where you get to have little pets on the screens like baby bears and tigers.  You can feed them and pet them and care for them.  The greatest thing about the Kinect is that there is no controller.  The Microsoft slogan for this accessory is "You are the controller".  Kids simply stand in front of the connect camera and move their arms to pet their baby tiger!  Microsoft is working with &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/Presspass/Features/2011/oct11/10-18KinectPlayfulLearning.mspx"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/a&gt; to create fantastic educational games for kids.  The most recent uses the Kinect and is called, Once Upon a Monster.  I haven't played this yet, but I have heard that it is amazingly fun and easy for little ones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sesamestreet.org/"&gt;.Sesame Street.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Sesame street has released some games on the Wii.  Elmo stars in one that teaches letters and sounds while Cookie Monster features the numbers learning.  Caleb has an alright time with these games.  In my experience the controls are hard to manage, so a child will probably need an adult with them the entire time to make sure that they are able to answer questions correctly by moving the controller in the appropriate way.  This is definitely not a game to plop them in front of, (and I don't feel that's right for any game) but it does help learn letters and numbers and kids get a kick out of seeing their favorite Sesame Street characters on the screen.  Another nice thing about this game is that the characters speak all of the instructions, that way small children are able to play even if they can't read. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So there you have it! I hope that helps you with your Christmas shopping this year.  Which leads me to my next post.... hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Vietnam was definitely their favorite spot.  My dad grew up there and my mom was very anxious to learn about the culture and see the place where my dad spent his childhood.  She loved it so much that they are planning to retire there.  They had talked about it before, but now she is ready to set the plan in motion. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While they were in Vietnam, they signed up for a Thailand tour group.  In Thailand, they spent a few days going to gardens and they even got their pictures taken with tigers and elephants.  My favorite picture is of my mom feeding a bottle to a baby tiger. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udglHIKbV_A/Trco2f4SXbI/AAAAAAAABE4/4YFhvtYNG7o/s1600/mom.tiger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udglHIKbV_A/Trco2f4SXbI/AAAAAAAABE4/4YFhvtYNG7o/s320/mom.tiger.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad got his picture taken with a very sleepy mama tiger.  At least, I assume she's the mom, but she is definitely very sleepy! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEyV6lK9i7A/TrcpOwI5uGI/AAAAAAAABFE/-aNZIUCVtJ8/s1600/dad.tiger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEyV6lK9i7A/TrcpOwI5uGI/AAAAAAAABFE/-aNZIUCVtJ8/s320/dad.tiger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so happy for my mom.  She has been wanting to travel for so long, but she's always been stuck at home with the kids.  I know she feels like her time has finally come. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I just think about all of the places I would like to take my &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com"&gt;dog&lt;/a&gt;.  I'd like to take her up to the mountains to play in the snow, and into the woods for a nice Autumn hike.  A foggy late morning stroll, or a romp in the hay-filled field behind my parents house. When I took Caleb trick-or-treating there were so many families out with their &lt;a href="http://southwesthumane.org/"&gt;dogs&lt;/a&gt; dressed up in funny little costumes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It makes it a little harder since my brother got a puppy right when I was starting to break down and actually look for a dog.  I know that a dog is a bad idea for me right now.  I am still living with my parents and not only do they have a dog, but my sister who lives here also has a dog.  The house would be full of dogs, full of hair, loud, and on top of all of that my dog would learn bad manners from my parents' dog and learn to do nothing from my sister's dog.  I'm also working full time and I just don't have time to give a dog all of the attention and exercise that they really deserve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I am stuck somewhere between loneliness and logic.  Right now, logic is definitely winning, but there is still a little empty spot in my life where a dog belongs, I think. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I don't even really have to have a &lt;i&gt;puppy&lt;/i&gt;,  a dog would do.  Someone who is already house trained, altered, and dewormed.  A dog that is done being so hyper and just wants to be a dog.  That would be nice....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But, I digress... I don't really think its a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for the article from Glenda Hanson&lt;br /&gt;
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I got &lt;a href="http://www.cannonsatellite.com/direct-tv-sports.html"&gt;direct tv NFL Sunday Ticket&lt;/a&gt; for my husband a few months ago and wouldn’t you know it, I haven’t seen him get up from his chair in about 6 weekends. There’s always a dozen games on and when one ends, another starts – can you believe some of these games don’t even start until after 10:00pm East Coast time? I don’t know what I have to do to entice him to help me with chores and errands but getting all the football channels has made me feel sort of like a single woman. I think I’m going to try next weekend to just leave the kids at home and go out &lt;a href="http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/06/26/my-wifes-shopping-tips/"&gt;shopping &lt;/a&gt;– let’s see if he even notices! At least I can get some free if not involuntary babysitting for it! Anyway, I love my husband to death and he works really hard during the week but I never expected his entire weekend to be taken up by TV. He used to be a world-class athlete, for goodness sakes…where did that drive go!?&lt;br /&gt;
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