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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375</id><updated>2008-08-20T19:05:18.271-05:00</updated><title type="text">Moxie Mom</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>397</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MoxieMom" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>1425427</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://www.feedburner.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-2086179651366837703</id><published>2008-08-20T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:16:29.162-05:00</updated><title type="text">Wish me luck</title><summary type="html">I hate to do this kids, but I am thinking I need to shut this down.

I'll keep it up for the next few days, but after that I will be closing it's doors. I know K is aware of this site. Without too much trouble he could find it.

As I am entering the phase of "getting prepared" this is on the checklist.
Right after updating my finances. Storing financial records. Storing copies of birth &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/370228151" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/370228151/wish-me-luck.html" title="Wish me luck" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=2086179651366837703&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2086179651366837703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2086179651366837703" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2086179651366837703" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/wish-me-luck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-1298656600498262636</id><published>2008-08-19T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:48:14.715-05:00</updated><title type="text">Bad Day</title><summary type="html">So, the bad day.

Well, it's been more like a bad week. I already told you about our last conversation. It was very hard and very honest. I took the next few days to reflect on it and think about what I want.

The problem is that, he went and did a boy-thing.
He had gotten his feelings off his chest. Having done so, it was now behind him, allowing him to act as if nothing happened.

So two days &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/369043362" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/369043362/bad-day.html" title="Bad Day" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=1298656600498262636&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1298656600498262636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/1298656600498262636" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/1298656600498262636" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-86632497349521497</id><published>2008-08-19T08:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:06:50.535-05:00</updated><title type="text">Good Day</title><summary type="html">I am sorry guys. I actually do have days that go perfectly easy but I tend to write when I need to get things off my chest. So mostly you hear about the bad stuff.

Therefore, in a concerted effort, I will write one good thing for one bad thing.

OK. The good thing.
Saturday was an amazing day. I had the kids all to myself and a plan to go with it. K hates plans. We woke up and did the normal &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/369018744" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/369018744/good-day.html" title="Good Day" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=86632497349521497&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/86632497349521497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/86632497349521497" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/86632497349521497" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-2348814042806589065</id><published>2008-08-16T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:06:01.148-05:00</updated><title type="text">Playlist</title><summary type="html">Recently I made a CD for my son's daycare class. They are always playing the same music over and over.

Here is my playlist:
1. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, The Beatles
2. Humungous Tree, Barenaked Ladies
3. I'm a Believer, The Monkees
4. I'm Alive, Electric Light Orchestra
5. Love Shack, The B-52's
6. Pig On Her Head, Laurie Berkner
7. All Over the World, Electric Light Orchestra
8. Xanadu, Electric &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/366617608" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/366617608/playlist.html" title="Playlist" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=2348814042806589065&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2348814042806589065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2348814042806589065" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2348814042806589065" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/playlist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-5251944920449508887</id><published>2008-08-15T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:36:44.193-05:00</updated><title type="text">HumDrum</title><summary type="html">I wish I could explain what it's like inside my head right now.
I look to the next month or so and I get excited for the beginning of school and buying school supplies. I am excited to get SweetP into her first ballet class—which she has been hounding me about. I am excited to maybe get Logan into a music/movement class as well.

I have been doing a TON of graphics work for various people around &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/365677967" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/365677967/humdrum.html" title="HumDrum" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=5251944920449508887&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5251944920449508887/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5251944920449508887" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5251944920449508887" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/humdrum.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-8965192965786292451</id><published>2008-08-07T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:52:13.571-05:00</updated><title type="text">The Dog Class</title><summary type="html">Recently my daughter and I have been attending beginner dog obedience classes at our local (read 40 minutes away) Petsmart.

The first class was an orientation, sans dogs.

Last night was our first official class WITH the dogs. I worried that Sweet P would be bored out of her skull and complain of a headache from all the barking.

However, I had no idea the trauma we would go through just GETTING&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/358567780" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/358567780/dog-class.html" title="The Dog Class" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=8965192965786292451&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8965192965786292451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/8965192965786292451" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/8965192965786292451" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-class.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-9051957259218322389</id><published>2008-08-06T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:52:38.301-05:00</updated><title type="text">Things I Do to Avoid Working</title><summary type="html">Search for the perfect jewelry box, and learn how to spell it correctly

Throw a birthday party for the most ungrateful woman on earth

Discover I have roughly 50 new bruises on my body

Learn how to play "Viva la Vida" on the guitar

Build my friend a website for her fitness boot camp

Attend said boot camp as a barter for services rendered, see "bruises"

Watch the first motion play out in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/357566920" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/357566920/things-i-do-to-avoid-working.html" title="Things I Do to Avoid Working" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=9051957259218322389&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/9051957259218322389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/9051957259218322389" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/9051957259218322389" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-i-do-to-avoid-working.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-4901321413280863882</id><published>2008-08-04T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:50:47.588-05:00</updated><title type="text">Viva La Vida</title><summary type="html">I really really really really really want to go to this concert.

Would I be completely lame if I went by myself?

Can you believe I don't know any Coldplay fan's? Well, I know one but she cannot afford to go.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/355341910" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/355341910/viva-la-vida.html" title="Viva La Vida" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=4901321413280863882&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4901321413280863882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/4901321413280863882" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/4901321413280863882" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-5880011101497967273</id><published>2008-08-01T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:09:15.394-05:00</updated><title type="text">Letting Her Go</title><summary type="html">Over the last few days I have been doing a lot of self-reflection.

K and I continue on a good trend, which is nicer then I can explain. It's not stress-free but it's a bit more "normal" then I have felt in a while.

He is committed to working on his alcohol issues because he knows he has a problem. We agree to disagree what the problem really is. Except that he is getting some more specialized &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/352904864" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/352904864/letting-her-go.html" title="Letting Her Go" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=5880011101497967273&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5880011101497967273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5880011101497967273" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5880011101497967273" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/letting-her-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-2793177605365911735</id><published>2008-07-28T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:22:21.579-05:00</updated><title type="text">Middleness</title><summary type="html">What is is about a middle turning lane that people don't understand? All over we have sections of highway that have three lanes. Right lane for north-bound traffic, left-lane for south-bound traffic, and a middle turning lane.

Some favorite ways NOT to use the middle turn lane include:
stopping all traffic behind you, as you wait to make a left-hand turn from the right lanestopping all traffic &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/348636328" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/348636328/middleness.html" title="Middleness" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=2793177605365911735&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2793177605365911735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2793177605365911735" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2793177605365911735" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/middleness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-5510252753115110598</id><published>2008-07-24T10:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:33:32.104-05:00</updated><title type="text">alien abductions</title><summary type="html">Some very interesting things have been happening here.
The other night K and I had…another…conversation. To me, it seemed very similar to all our other conversations. We didn't make any break-throughs or anything.

After it, he had a cigarette and came back in. He came up to me and asked me to stand up in front of him. He gave me an enormous hug, which totally shocked me. It was like an alien &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/344768333" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/344768333/alien-abductions.html" title="alien abductions" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=5510252753115110598&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5510252753115110598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5510252753115110598" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5510252753115110598" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/alien-abductions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-2240978454280813370</id><published>2008-07-21T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:32:12.049-05:00</updated><title type="text">Brighter</title><summary type="html">Thank you all for listening to my endless pity party.

This weekend was actually very, very relaxing and quite the opposite of the gloom I predicted. My DC brother and my sister came to the party. My Maine brother and family couldn't make it.

What I thought would be a very tense event turned out to be great. We had steak and lobster for dinner. The highlight of that were the lobster races we &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/341587263" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/341587263/brighter.html" title="Brighter" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=2240978454280813370&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2240978454280813370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2240978454280813370" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2240978454280813370" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/brighter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-7505516674804027014</id><published>2008-07-18T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:48:01.748-05:00</updated><title type="text">Mamma Mia!</title><summary type="html">I went out and did something for myself today. I was invited to a movie with a friend of mine. We went and saw Mamma Mia!

The reviews are all over the map, but honestly, I loved this movie. It was crazy silly and absolutely hokey. But getting to see Pierce Brosnan sing was KILLER.

I was also completely struck that the lead, Amanda Seyfried, (at least in the movie) looks just like my niece. The &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/339508875" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/339508875/mamma-mia.html" title="Mamma Mia!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=7505516674804027014&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7505516674804027014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/7505516674804027014" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/7505516674804027014" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamma-mia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-7744911042067469110</id><published>2008-07-16T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:24:41.772-05:00</updated><title type="text">Plodding</title><summary type="html">Plodding forward.

Today I bought some cheap audio books to cheer me up. If I am lucky, I will get an ambulance call this afternoon. Nothing wakes me up from my despair like watching other people's despair that trumps mine.

Anyway…

We had a talk last night and I am just not sure what to make of it.
He made some good headway to finding his own therapist, one who specializes in drug addiction. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/337068141" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/337068141/plodding.html" title="Plodding" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=7744911042067469110&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7744911042067469110/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/7744911042067469110" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/7744911042067469110" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/plodding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-5387713234915745438</id><published>2008-07-14T12:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:35:51.292-05:00</updated><title type="text">Walking Forward, Looking Behind</title><summary type="html">
The amber liquid flows, falling like a waterfall. 
Splashing and spraying over the translucent, cold rocks, the liquid creates mini rivers and streams. 
It flows and finds it's final resting place inside the glass cylinder. 
Two, maybe three fingers. 
It's slowly lifted through the air and placed on the mouth. 
The liquid follows it's path from the glass into the mouth where it streams over lips&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/335283584" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/335283584/walking-forward-looking-behind.html" title="Walking Forward, Looking Behind" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=5387713234915745438&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5387713234915745438/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5387713234915745438" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5387713234915745438" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/walking-forward-looking-behind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-2379962614562784445</id><published>2008-07-10T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:22:19.836-05:00</updated><title type="text">kerBLAM</title><summary type="html">Talk about a metaphor for my life right now. 

I go to make lunch. I wanted macaroni. I set the pot on the stove and come back to work. 5 minutes later something absolutely EXPLODES in my kitchen.

I turned on the wrong burner. The glass Pyrex baking pan had been on the burner I turned on. It EXPLODED into a million-zillion-kagillion pieces. I took the next hour and cleaned up the mess.

I feel &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/332217130" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/332217130/kerblam.html" title="kerBLAM" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=2379962614562784445&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2379962614562784445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2379962614562784445" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2379962614562784445" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/kerblam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-8433000438772543927</id><published>2008-07-03T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:55:48.904-05:00</updated><title type="text">INFJ</title><summary type="html">INFJ  type description by J. Butt and M.M. Heiss

INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/325896394" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/325896394/infj.html" title="INFJ" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=8433000438772543927&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8433000438772543927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/8433000438772543927" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/8433000438772543927" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/infj.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-5620668834496353675</id><published>2008-06-30T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:21:04.558-05:00</updated><title type="text">There's GOOOOLD in Them There Hills</title><summary type="html">I just had my kids all day Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Don't yell, I'm not used to being around them THAT much.

But believe it or not, I loved it and they were incredibly well behaved.

To start things off, Tuesday night K ends up driving the full 2.5 hours to pick up my niece and nephew (14 year-old twins). They were suppose to go camping with me on Wednesday. But their Mom &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/323666631" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/323666631/theres-goooold-in-them-there-hills.html" title="There's GOOOOLD in Them There Hills" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=5620668834496353675&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5620668834496353675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5620668834496353675" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5620668834496353675" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-goooold-in-them-there-hills.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-668120599245575527</id><published>2008-06-24T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:20:13.714-05:00</updated><title type="text">T-Minus 22 hours and counting…</title><summary type="html">…before we leave for camping&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/319144524" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/319144524/t-minus-22-hours-and-counting.html" title="T-Minus 22 hours and counting…" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=668120599245575527&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/668120599245575527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/668120599245575527" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/668120599245575527" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-minus-22-hours-and-counting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-5333669643724274832</id><published>2008-06-19T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:10:14.993-05:00</updated><title type="text">Good Day</title><summary type="html">Funny SweetP saying this morning:
I was making lunches, dealing with the dog, and dealing with Logan, and at some point I was standing in the kitchen with my hands up trying to remember what to do next.

SweetP looks at me, smiles, and says, "Focus Mommy!"
Excellent reminder that what comes out of my mouth will eventually come out of her mouth.

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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/315413841" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/315413841/good-day.html" title="Good Day" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=5333669643724274832&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5333669643724274832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5333669643724274832" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/5333669643724274832" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-4764556864298480548</id><published>2008-06-17T14:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:53:28.518-05:00</updated><title type="text">Oh My My</title><summary type="html">It is true.

I have gone stark-raving mad.

Certifiable.

And for two reasons.

First, I am taking both my children camping next week, by myself, for two days. It really seemed like a good idea at the time. As a family we have talked about doing it last year, or this summer. We have the equipment.

I went to summer camp and remember all the lessons I was taught. But I won't need many of them as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/314080581" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/314080581/oh-my-my.html" title="Oh My My" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=4764556864298480548&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4764556864298480548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/4764556864298480548" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/4764556864298480548" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-7039006053284884648</id><published>2008-06-17T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:19:09.278-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><summary type="html">Where oh where is my IRS stimulus check? Due to our really low numbers at the end of our SS#'s we should have been one of the first to get them. But, sadly, no.

Am I surprised?  Sadly, no.

After calling the hot line and inputting our information, the automated system said our check was already deposited. I've been on hold to talk to someone for over an hour.

___________________________________&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/313827921" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/313827921/where-oh-where-is-my-irs-stimulus-check.html" title="" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=7039006053284884648&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7039006053284884648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/7039006053284884648" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/7039006053284884648" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-oh-where-is-my-irs-stimulus-check.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-8623498322938699485</id><published>2008-06-10T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:01:35.419-05:00</updated><title type="text">Surprise Wedding</title><summary type="html">K and I attended the surprise wedding this past weekend.

It wasn't a surprise to the Bride and Groom, but to us. We were invited one week before the wedding. The Groom is K's boss and K just started this job. While K told his boss it wasn't necessary to invite us—we didn't really want to go—he did anyway. Therefore we HAD to go.

The wedding was an hour away at 2 p.m. It was a full catholic &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/308851108" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/308851108/surprise-wedding.html" title="Surprise Wedding" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=8623498322938699485&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8623498322938699485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/8623498322938699485" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/8623498322938699485" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/surprise-wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-4284511825920802492</id><published>2008-06-10T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:59:27.850-05:00</updated><title type="text">Mayberry Madness</title><summary type="html">
So I live in a small town. You might even think it looks like Mayberry. But once again, Mayberry has come back to bite me in the ass.

I went to dinner with a few friends the other night. While waiting for some to show, I called another friend—Sally. Sally was suppose to be there but wasn't showing. I called her house and talked to her husband. He mentioned their teenage son had "done it again" &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/308824300" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/308824300/mayberry-madness.html" title="Mayberry Madness" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=4284511825920802492&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4284511825920802492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/4284511825920802492" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/4284511825920802492" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/mayberry-madness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25370375.post-2695033523703952250</id><published>2008-06-04T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:51:17.684-05:00</updated><title type="text">Hooverville</title><summary type="html">Living in a vacuum has always been easy for me.

If I don't know what's happening out there, I don't have to deal with it.
Of course, as you get older with more responsibilities it gets harder to do, and yet, easier.

It is easy to consume yourself with your family business, your job, your errands.

But when you walk around the block with a neighbor, it's easy to peak inside their vacuum too. And&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~4/304561799" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MoxieMom/~3/304561799/hooverville.html" title="Hooverville" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25370375&amp;postID=2695033523703952250&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2695033523703952250/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2695033523703952250" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25370375/posts/default/2695033523703952250" /><author><name>Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486721425825354874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://moxie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooverville.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
