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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;D0IBQ3k7fCp7ImA9WhRbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21823687</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:05:52.704-06:00</updated><category term="BBT" /><category term="pictures" /><category term="Gooey" /><category term="Mommeee's little helpers" /><category term="wordless wednesday" /><category term="funny" /><category term="Ornaments" /><category term="contests" /><category term="The Teenager" /><category term="Bubba aka The Teenager" /><category term="vacation 08" /><category term="Quizzes" /><category term="Thoughts" /><category term="Bubba" /><category term="OUTDOOR ADVENTURES" /><category term="Operation Weight Loss" /><category term="life" /><category term="RECIPES" /><title>Mommeee's Life</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommeee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommeee.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21823687/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jeanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029315698053637410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZHABa__By8/TSow3cYhkjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mmT_JWsRnB4/S220/7.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>593</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/MommeeesLife" /><feedburner:info uri="mommeeeslife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMRHY4eCp7ImA9WhRWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21823687.post-3715450543720667149</id><published>2012-01-02T09:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:19:45.830-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T10:19:45.830-06:00</app:edited><title>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012</title><content type="html">We celebrated the arrival of the new year with our closest friends.  Mainly because I'm overly obsessed with people not being on the streets on New Year's Eve.  Plus, Tim was on call for work so we really couldn't go anywhere fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, though. We made our own fun, in the best way we aging parents can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, The Roosters, came to stay with us to celebrate evening.  We had spaghetti with meat sauce, cheesy bread, and Red Apple Sangria (Tim was sad because he could only have coffee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a card game we refer to as "White Trash Poker", we played Farkel and we laughed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did we ever laugh.  We laughed because we learned from our new Official Rules of Farkel, we've been playing wrong for years.  And also because we learned we've been spelling the name of the game wrong too.  It's not Farkle, it's Farkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mostly laughed at Tim who wanted to test out his new BB gun by shooting at the neighbor across the street's mailbox (A sincere apology goes out to Nate and Crystal for the new dings in their mailbox).  I won't even mention who's fence may have a few dings in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teenager and a few of his friends hung out outside while The Kid and The Little Roosters played the new XBox 360 in The Teenager's room.  When the younger kids got tired of playing XBox, the teenagers moved indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown to midnight literally began with the first yawn from the adults at 9pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was young, I never understood why my parents weren't more excited on New Year's eve.  It was all about being up at midnight when the date changed, watching the ball drop at midnight, kissing your loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled.  My parents were asleep.  Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the clock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many more hours until midnight?  Oh gosh.  Still 1 hour, 56 minutes and 49 seconds?  I don't know if I'll make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, only 49 minutes, 2 seconds left."  Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it, though.  We watched the ball drop.  We kissed.  We toasted.  We listened to people shoot off fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12:10, we were in bed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all of you.  May it bring you peace and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-3715450543720667149?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;They have hung somewhere in my home since I was a kid. 
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&lt;br /&gt;When I lived with my parents, the angels hung in my parent's bedroom. 
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&lt;br /&gt;They've been blue, mauve, grey, white, gold and now brown.
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&lt;br /&gt;They hung in my bedroom until we moved to our current home.
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&lt;br /&gt;Now they grace either side of the window above my front door.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wP5wjGnXnRg/TlbkOIECLoI/AAAAAAAABMc/7e3TvKHGyto/s1600/Angels1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wP5wjGnXnRg/TlbkOIECLoI/AAAAAAAABMc/7e3TvKHGyto/s320/Angels1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644950114289200770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwjpTm1t3g/TlbkOB5OaUI/AAAAAAAABMk/RFb1jBDS-Fk/s1600/Angels2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwjpTm1t3g/TlbkOB5OaUI/AAAAAAAABMk/RFb1jBDS-Fk/s320/Angels2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644950112633252162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize the picture is really poor quality but when the light shines through that window, there's just no way to get a decent picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;They'll hang in my house for as long as I live.  Then I'll pass them along .  Hopefully one of my kids will love them as much as I do.
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&lt;br /&gt;I know, they don't come often but when they do, look out!
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&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hang several pictures on one wall but I'm lousy at measuring and positioning them so that they have some resemblance of being even.
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&lt;br /&gt;My slight OCD doesn't help in this respect.
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&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with an idea for a shelf that would hold all of my pictures. The picture wouldn't need to be nailed to the wall, just leaned on the shelf.
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&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm extremely lucky. I shared my idea with my oh-so-crafty husband and shortly thereafter, I had the shelves.
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&lt;br /&gt;He made me 3 in different sizes. It wasn't long after that I decided I needed more. I now have 4 and they're pretty much full.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liWRFju3MTc/TlWjrQAqGYI/AAAAAAAABL0/WhpkoeBaY6E/s1600/Shelf2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liWRFju3MTc/TlWjrQAqGYI/AAAAAAAABL0/WhpkoeBaY6E/s320/Shelf2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644597671406213506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We have a split level so they hang in the entry way.  The first picture was taken from the top of the stairs.  I apologize for the lousy lighting but we have 2 windows there that are impossible to block the light from.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIA65OHYlLM/TlWjrF6PoPI/AAAAAAAABLs/07J12REeft0/s1600/Shelf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIA65OHYlLM/TlWjrF6PoPI/AAAAAAAABLs/07J12REeft0/s320/Shelf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644597668694958322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This is another angle of the same shelves.  As you can see, I have more than just pictures on my shelves.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tjGTDTNtczk/TlWjqwa5Z5I/AAAAAAAABLk/IrWSmx7Zs08/s1600/Shelf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tjGTDTNtczk/TlWjqwa5Z5I/AAAAAAAABLk/IrWSmx7Zs08/s320/Shelf1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644597662926333842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A bonus of these shelves is that they don't stick out from the wall enough to get bumped as you walk down the stairs.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZelizJpRZY/TlWjroMQunI/AAAAAAAABL8/zwxAHc3Netc/s1600/Shelf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZelizJpRZY/TlWjroMQunI/AAAAAAAABL8/zwxAHc3Netc/s320/Shelf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644597677897333362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;These shelves are on the wall going down the lower set of stairs to the downstairs.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPaT0TzMgCo/TlWjrkk3ZLI/AAAAAAAABME/gZPt4ok617w/s1600/Shelf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPaT0TzMgCo/TlWjrkk3ZLI/AAAAAAAABME/gZPt4ok617w/s320/Shelf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644597676926788786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;My friend loved my shelves so much, she asked Tim to make some for her too.  Since her walls have color, she wanted them in white.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sq9cTSIKBc/TlWkxoc139I/AAAAAAAABMM/rF3iDZjtChY/s1600/Shelf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sq9cTSIKBc/TlWkxoc139I/AAAAAAAABMM/rF3iDZjtChY/s320/Shelf6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644598880557719506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore how she accented her shelves with word stencils.  I think it turned out amazing.  She's having him make more shelves too.  He's going to make some that will go around a square pillar she has in her entry way.  I can't wait to see them finished!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkqzu4Z8CNY/TlWkyOgLKhI/AAAAAAAABMU/Jl3Tl8op5iA/s1600/Shelf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkqzu4Z8CNY/TlWkyOgLKhI/AAAAAAAABMU/Jl3Tl8op5iA/s320/Shelf7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644598890772245010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you'd be interested in having some shelves made, let me know.  I have just the fellow that can make them for you. 
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Whether you prefer charcoal or gas, you can't go wrong with this recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r44tF-PbnPQ/TjXoOybt6xI/AAAAAAAABIA/XGiP4ev7S3s/s1600/burger11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r44tF-PbnPQ/TjXoOybt6xI/AAAAAAAABIA/XGiP4ev7S3s/s320/burger11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635665849477884690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 different surprises in my burgers.  Each has a purpose and help to make this a spectacular hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SICgZbPl5Rw/TjXo376hk2I/AAAAAAAABJY/RekJrQ3MM1I/s1600/burger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SICgZbPl5Rw/TjXo376hk2I/AAAAAAAABJY/RekJrQ3MM1I/s320/burger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666556397654882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use 73/27 Ground Beef.  Grilled hamburgers need that extra fat to make them good.  Extra fat makes everything good.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrSn7T74lQY/TjXo3iRkt9I/AAAAAAAABJQ/MLW8UwAekU0/s1600/burger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrSn7T74lQY/TjXo3iRkt9I/AAAAAAAABJQ/MLW8UwAekU0/s320/burger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666549515007954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first of my unique hamburger making steps involve bread.  I use 1 slice per pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzhIPvnBaws/TjXolfuU0PI/AAAAAAAABJI/cUND_rHot-g/s1600/burger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzhIPvnBaws/TjXolfuU0PI/AAAAAAAABJI/cUND_rHot-g/s320/burger3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666239592648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break up the bread into your mixing bowl.  To this add 2 tablespoons of milk per slice of bread.  Let the bread absorb the milk.  At this point I add my seasonings:  Worcestershire sauce, my favorite hot sauce, seasoning salt, garlic powder, and onion powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix this big sloppy mixture into the burger.  At this point it looks nasty but believe me, it's good. Get in there and use your hands.  It's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each patty, divide your meat in half and make 2 thin patties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RyztxvXBYs/TjXolDK_BFI/AAAAAAAABJA/JC3VYvTLsng/s1600/burger4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBIbOaSXHHg/TjXolEcYRtI/AAAAAAAABI4/rZdXUL31YGU/s1600/burger5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBIbOaSXHHg/TjXolEcYRtI/AAAAAAAABI4/rZdXUL31YGU/s320/burger5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666232269620946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Put about 3 to 4 pieces of cheese onto the thin patty and put the other patty on top.  Seal the edges and complete your patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a helper today.  The Kid played the Cheese Man and placed the cheese pearls onto the patty for me since my hands were a mess from making the patties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL1CW2SDrSc/TjXok5YPFyI/AAAAAAAABIw/SbIDuzrVj3o/s1600/burger5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL1CW2SDrSc/TjXok5YPFyI/AAAAAAAABIw/SbIDuzrVj3o/s320/burger5-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666229299451682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used mozzarella for that fun, stringy effect.  It doesn't hurt to have fun with your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9a3vYJl5eA/TjXokw4psjI/AAAAAAAABIo/pUdZnI463gk/s1600/burger6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9a3vYJl5eA/TjXokw4psjI/AAAAAAAABIo/pUdZnI463gk/s320/burger6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635666227019493938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all the patties are made, generously pepper the outside.  I don't think you can ever have too much pepper on your meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, send the hubby out to the grill to do the hot work.  I do this because Daddeee has amazing grilling skills.  By amazing, I mean awesome, spectacular, and incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JgPi9Wi3e8/TjXoPTvG2jI/AAAAAAAABIg/qJN8DTNc6O4/s1600/burger7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JgPi9Wi3e8/TjXoPTvG2jI/AAAAAAAABIg/qJN8DTNc6O4/s320/burger7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635665858417580594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.  I told you.  Do those burgers look amazing or do they look amazing?  Daddeee, you outdid yourself on the grill tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_3GGmPni-I/TjXoPQY7JkI/AAAAAAAABIY/wr46L_kIops/s1600/burger8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_3GGmPni-I/TjXoPQY7JkI/AAAAAAAABIY/wr46L_kIops/s320/burger8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635665857519232578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't have grilled burgers without some homemade French fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4iMnJ7JBCo/TjXoPOZLOZI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UvZwRk9DG0I/s1600/burger9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4iMnJ7JBCo/TjXoPOZLOZI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UvZwRk9DG0I/s320/burger9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635665856983415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCCpHW3lLOk/TjXoPF0WmeI/AAAAAAAABII/EnMvLcxPWiw/s1600/burger10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCCpHW3lLOk/TjXoPF0WmeI/AAAAAAAABII/EnMvLcxPWiw/s320/burger10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635665854681487842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burger is so big it wouldn't fit into my mouth so I had to do a little smooshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r44tF-PbnPQ/TjXoOybt6xI/AAAAAAAABIA/XGiP4ev7S3s/s1600/burger11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r44tF-PbnPQ/TjXoOybt6xI/AAAAAAAABIA/XGiP4ev7S3s/s320/burger11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635665849477884690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And surprise!  There's the melted cheese in the middle.  You can see the juices oozing from the meat too.  Fat, bread, and milk worked together to make that possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full I must go take a nap...for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-5070705508570444238?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That means adjusting the seat every time I get into the car, moving the mirrors back into place and, most important,  making sure the vents are blowing on all the right places.  It's been really hot here lately so that is an essential part of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this one thinks he should get to drive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSl_jItcZ1M/Tiy3o0_QVYI/AAAAAAAABHY/MIF-OCFQ3OI/s1600/RangerDriving3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSl_jItcZ1M/Tiy3o0_QVYI/AAAAAAAABHY/MIF-OCFQ3OI/s320/RangerDriving3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633079145980253570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told him his paws couldn't even reach the pedals and he laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cau3TU0HO0/Tiy3osZm3eI/AAAAAAAABHI/rA__WxhZOfQ/s1600/RangerDriving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cau3TU0HO0/Tiy3osZm3eI/AAAAAAAABHI/rA__WxhZOfQ/s320/RangerDriving1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633079143674863074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told him he couldn't even see over the steering wheel.  He laughed at me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKPq8ydcyCE/Tiy3ozuBF8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/myTvUgqM-58/s1600/RangerDriving2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKPq8ydcyCE/Tiy3ozuBF8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/myTvUgqM-58/s320/RangerDriving2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633079145639516098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told him we were going to the groomer and he jumped from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still made him go to the groomer but I drove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still mad at me.  I just don't know if it's because I took him to the groomer or if it's because I wouldn't let him drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCODCXV9fBA/Tiy3pK8BoyI/AAAAAAAABHg/1vuCvKolJlQ/s1600/RangerDriving4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCODCXV9fBA/Tiy3pK8BoyI/AAAAAAAABHg/1vuCvKolJlQ/s320/RangerDriving4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633079151872287522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a side note, did you notice the cup?  Yes, I am a Twilight fan.  I admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-4358044661569194245?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate them but yet it seems I always have to go while in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much tell you where the cleanest bathrooms are near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front bathroom at my Wal-mart is usually cleaner than the bathroom in the back of the store.  I do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's hilarious that people will flush the toilet so that others using the nearby stalls will not hear them poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all poop, people.  Don't be embarrassed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, please, please, leave a buffer zone between stalls.  If I'm in the bathroom in stall 3 and I'm the only other person in there when you come in, I beg of you to not use stalls 2 and 4.  It's just common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some interesting facts about toilets that I'll bet you didn't know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The film “Psycho” was the first movie to show a toilet flushing – the scene caused an in pouring of complaints about indecency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over $100,000 US dollars were spent on a study to determine whether most  people put their toilet paper on the holder with the flap in front or  behind; the answer: three out of four people have the flap in the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer mine with the flap in the front.  It comes from the days when toilet paper came with patterns (remember the flowers?).  The pattern was on the top so therefore the flap needed to be in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The average person spends three whole years of their life sitting on the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that there aren't as many White Castles around, I'm sure this figure will go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first toilet stall in a row is the least used (and consequently cleanest).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know.  I'll have to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Roman army didn’t have toilet paper so they used a water soaked sponge on the end of a stick instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I cannot imagine life without toilet paper.  I'll admit I use a lot.  I don't skimp on price for toilet paper either.  That's one item on my shopping list I will not be frugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a 1992 survey, British public toilets were voted the worst in the  world.  Following quickly behind were Thailand, Greece, and France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey obviously didn't include The Teenager's bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, I'll leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The toilet handle in a public restroom can have up to 40,000 germs per square inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll never touch another toilet handle again.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-8851520019286914813?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's hot. It's humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if you look up Kansas City in the dictionary, that's the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived here all my life and I hate Kansas City summers with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of spending my summers in other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of places like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtYNhGM29kA/TgdFTdmSFvI/AAAAAAAABGY/Y77TsmjbFis/s1600/summer5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtYNhGM29kA/TgdFTdmSFvI/AAAAAAAABGY/Y77TsmjbFis/s320/summer5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622538860460381938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful blue water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuOCU5uU_KQ/TgdFS_j1-UI/AAAAAAAABGI/E8FWdpn4zWs/s1600/summer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuOCU5uU_KQ/TgdFS_j1-UI/AAAAAAAABGI/E8FWdpn4zWs/s320/summer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622538852397087042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5lA8r3TTp8/TgdFS7FZukI/AAAAAAAABGA/pv0rkkQ3gpE/s1600/summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5lA8r3TTp8/TgdFS7FZukI/AAAAAAAABGA/pv0rkkQ3gpE/s320/summer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622538851195664962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EfB6Kjjl4I/TgdFTKoo8II/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZZpHs4DMGWc/s1600/summer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EfB6Kjjl4I/TgdFTKoo8II/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZZpHs4DMGWc/s320/summer4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622538855369994370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacefulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzW6uptckQ/TgdFTjUcTrI/AAAAAAAABGg/ml6m6B0dyDU/s1600/summer6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzW6uptckQ/TgdFTjUcTrI/AAAAAAAABGg/ml6m6B0dyDU/s320/summer6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622538861996166834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what do they all have in common besides water, palm trees, and views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place to sit and relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just feel the sun on my skin and a pretty pink drink with an umbrella in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-4909879662685872746?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's the favorite lunch for both of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to have it for dinner too.  It's quick and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq4FWGDW0y4/TgDKhe_mAOI/AAAAAAAABFY/qe3lbMWPP0U/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq4FWGDW0y4/TgDKhe_mAOI/AAAAAAAABFY/qe3lbMWPP0U/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620715011562668258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like my tomato soup made with water, though.  I prefer to use milk and butter.  I prefer to use Campbell's Tomato Soup but the off name brand will do in a pinch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk and butter make for a creamier soup.  Thicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiH3R5iO_sU/TgDKh0b6YXI/AAAAAAAABFo/tAR7P0Nwrrc/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiH3R5iO_sU/TgDKh0b6YXI/AAAAAAAABFo/tAR7P0Nwrrc/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620715017318588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use plain sandwich bread for my grilled cheese.  I don't like the thick Texas toast versions.  I butter the bread and place it on the hot pan.  Then I add the slices of cheese.  Then the second piece of buttered bread.  I give you this information because when I first met my husband, he melted the butter in the pan and put the bread on the buttered pan.  That's just wrong.  I've trained him better since then.  The result is so much better if the butter is on the bread first.  Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyacrW0YjcM/TgDKh3GkvdI/AAAAAAAABFg/MMfP0_2vBsI/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyacrW0YjcM/TgDKh3GkvdI/AAAAAAAABFg/MMfP0_2vBsI/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620715018034396626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also prefer to use 2 cheeses:  American and Provolone.  Not only does it make for an excellent flavor, but the color combination is simply beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGp5JdhjZP8/TgDKiDEqPHI/AAAAAAAABFw/HfFHtFzhVW0/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGp5JdhjZP8/TgDKiDEqPHI/AAAAAAAABFw/HfFHtFzhVW0/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620715021247593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the proper way to eat grilled cheese and tomato soup is to dip the sandwich into the soup.  Ah, it's just yummier that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEWqV_VdqqI/TgDKiQzQzyI/AAAAAAAABF4/-0IeAu09pAk/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEWqV_VdqqI/TgDKiQzQzyI/AAAAAAAABF4/-0IeAu09pAk/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620715024932720418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I've succeeded in making you sufficiently hungry for some grilled cheese and tomato soup.  Make some soon.  Let the kids help.  They're really good at buttering the bread.  And they'll have fun eating it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Subnote on this post:  The Teenager got on to me for using my cell phone for the pictures.  I know, my camera would have been much better but I was lazy.  The cell phone was handier.  I told him if he'd get out of bed before 3 in the afternoon, he could have taken them for me.  So on behalf of The Teenager, I apologize for the lackluster photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-5671593601000654827?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I attempted it on that Saturday night.  My attempt wasn't as good as theirs but I discovered a bread that I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'm not a huge bread person.  Too many carbs and all, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that bread was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dyjbc1g4Cs/Tf9ZM2IW-_I/AAAAAAAABFA/cVyak9pe21w/s1600/french-baguette-la-grigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dyjbc1g4Cs/Tf9ZM2IW-_I/AAAAAAAABFA/cVyak9pe21w/s320/french-baguette-la-grigne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620308937205545970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple French baguette.  I know, I served a French bread with Italian food.  So wrong but I don't care.  I'm a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bread was just perfect without the oil.  I spread a little butter on each small slice and it was the perfect size for a few bites.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We had it again last night with our steaks and baked potatoes for Father's day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new bread obsession took me in another direction this past Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, there was a deli  near the City Market called &lt;a href="http://www.lasalasdeli.com/"&gt;LaSala's&lt;/a&gt;.  They made the most amazing sub sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcV0XN4UVJo/Tf9bndNcAKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/K4Gcbk_3NdY/s1600/bAQVpwGrHvjvaB-640m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcV0XN4UVJo/Tf9bndNcAKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/K4Gcbk_3NdY/s320/bAQVpwGrHvjvaB-640m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620311593395683490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Poor Boy was my favorite.  Slice off the size of sandwich that you think you can handle and munch away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though their website still exists, sadly the deli does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to make our own.  Not quite a LaSala's sandwich but we enjoyed them just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4HVaKJOGDk/Tf9ZMiT09pI/AAAAAAAABE4/lJwyH2gyKHw/s1600/mattern-013edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4HVaKJOGDk/Tf9ZMiT09pI/AAAAAAAABE4/lJwyH2gyKHw/s320/mattern-013edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620308931884938898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All that bread!  It was so good.  So filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a renewed love for an old friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-5697995663879983325?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I dreamed about it all day today at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about snuggling up under the covers with the fan blowing on me. I could imagine my hand underneath my pillow propping it up in just the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tummy sleeper and I like to hug my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd show you a picture of my bed but my bedroom is a mess right now with laundry that has been folded but needs to be put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, The Kid threw up spaghettios on my good comforter a while back and I've never been able to get the stain out so I'm using an old comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dream though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like for my bedroom to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm-jc83U4a4/TfAHe68mugI/AAAAAAAABEI/Fjypci0yU_0/s1600/Bed-in-a-Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm-jc83U4a4/TfAHe68mugI/AAAAAAAABEI/Fjypci0yU_0/s320/Bed-in-a-Bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615996963131931138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My stained comforter looked a lot like that except different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one too.  I also adore the style of the bed and how nice and neatly the bed has been made.  My bed doesn't get made very often since someone is still in it when I get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvNDd-YzTzU/TfAHekOpGBI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ag-bGoZVb7U/s1600/858LP-1-BED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvNDd-YzTzU/TfAHekOpGBI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ag-bGoZVb7U/s320/858LP-1-BED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615996957033568274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that armoire just to die for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, Daddeee and I have talked about getting twin beds, mainly because he's a burrito sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, a burrito sleeper is someone that throughout the course of the night rolls their body up in the covers.  By doing so, they rob the covers from their bed mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely sleep with covers because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across this idea while searching for dream beds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5LF0yb5CDM/TfAHfYMkOBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/4IDxpD_wXYw/s1600/not-a-double-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5LF0yb5CDM/TfAHfYMkOBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/4IDxpD_wXYw/s320/not-a-double-bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615996970983503890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's a spectacular idea!  This could possibly be my next bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21823687-5003049834448443009?l=mommeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We adopted him from &lt;a href="http://animalhavenkc.org"&gt;Animal Haven&lt;/a&gt;.    For the entire month of June, they are waiving the adoption fee for any cat over the age of 6 months.  You should go and take a look at all the cute, adorable cats in need of homes.  I'd have brought home every one of them if I had the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oK9HOyQ1Dc/TeurXsDlwYI/AAAAAAAABDo/8VOteIaL8U0/s1600/Jax2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oK9HOyQ1Dc/TeurXsDlwYI/AAAAAAAABDo/8VOteIaL8U0/s320/Jax2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614769783899013506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jax is a very laid back 5 year old domestic.  He weighs in at a hefty 14.4 lbs!  He's neutered and declawed.  When I picked him up from his perch at the shelter and he fell into my arms like a ragdoll, I knew he would fit right in with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50IoR2_k7kc/TeurXHRmtSI/AAAAAAAABDg/CgJdX9wA4F8/s1600/Jax3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50IoR2_k7kc/TeurXHRmtSI/AAAAAAAABDg/CgJdX9wA4F8/s320/Jax3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614769774025684258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He could care less if you touch him, pick him up, cuddle him, or pet him.  He's already baring his belly for me to brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Bnw1vESbs/TeurW25PgaI/AAAAAAAABDY/4imlIe7Ldas/s1600/Jax4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Bnw1vESbs/TeurW25PgaI/AAAAAAAABDY/4imlIe7Ldas/s320/Jax4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614769769628533154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he's taken over my bed.  He thinks he owns it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykFb5zg2CwQ/TeurW3fgq3I/AAAAAAAABDQ/2YGKGuE80HA/s1600/Jax5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykFb5zg2CwQ/TeurW3fgq3I/AAAAAAAABDQ/2YGKGuE80HA/s320/Jax5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614769769789041522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jax has the most adorable face too.  He looks like he's a black cat but really he's a very deep brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't see it much because he's asleep most of the day but he has gorgeous yellow-green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRzIC5MjpLE/TeurX8aaO6I/AAAAAAAABDw/FOVnPnqnDkc/s1600/Jax1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRzIC5MjpLE/TeurX8aaO6I/AAAAAAAABDw/FOVnPnqnDkc/s320/Jax1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614769788289694626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my little photo shoot is over.  He's turned his back and brought out the flagpole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for those that voted in the facebook pole, the name Jasper won but Daddeee pulled rank and chose Jax for his name.  (He's such a Sons of Anarchy fan!)  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