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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kcfQoB9VOUkvOE6QrglFouijrQk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kcfQoB9VOUkvOE6QrglFouijrQk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~4/CtI7zNShnfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-after-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQng5cSp7ImA9WhRTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105469188015406738.post-3668161994972187960</id><published>2011-11-06T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:22:23.629-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T20:22:23.629-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommydom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ramblings and anecdotals" /><title>If You Thought You Were Financially Savvy - Here's Your Test!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/feeds/3668161994972187960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-you-thought-you-were-financially.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/3668161994972187960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/3668161994972187960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~3/c875GaampS8/if-you-thought-you-were-financially.html" title="If You Thought You Were Financially Savvy - Here's Your Test!" /><author><name>Serena Boughner</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103937880721629834268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UW-01YXPDro/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/h-njNKkoYw8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Okay. So lots of people have offered up thoughts and opinions. And let  me preface this money management moment with a compliment to all my  friends: while it doesn't take much YOU ALL ARE BETTER AT MONEY  MANAGEMENT THAN ME.

However, the BEST Money Manager Award goes  to...HRL - and, besides being the smartest and most disciplined person I've  come across, she's also the most generous, as she 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kAw-DANNcuI_XHh_jTGCruuvpIU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kAw-DANNcuI_XHh_jTGCruuvpIU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~4/c875GaampS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-you-thought-you-were-financially.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UARng_fSp7ImA9WhRTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105469188015406738.post-5457683581349107286</id><published>2011-11-02T19:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:47:27.645-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T20:47:27.645-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ramblings and anecdotals" /><title>Ways to Stretch a Dollar 101</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/feeds/5457683581349107286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/11/ways-to-stretch-dollar-101.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/5457683581349107286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/5457683581349107286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~3/P5o3yxHIZiw/ways-to-stretch-dollar-101.html" title="Ways to Stretch a Dollar 101" /><author><name>Serena Boughner</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103937880721629834268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UW-01YXPDro/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/h-njNKkoYw8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">This blurb is me trying to make sense of how to stay in control of my finances - he he! 

(Though, really, not a joke...um...mostly)!
Maybe I'll start with what I know, that's what good writers do, no? (So says Eric Walters, anyhow...)
! 
And what do I Know, you ask? Well, I know how to SPEND a dollar! Or - many dollars!
*Here's one thing I've learned I should not do: I should not take e shopping
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I propositioned my hubby in a very disgusting, spit-up covered, baby-cereal pasty-coated mess of a sweater ensemble (part lu-lu, part maternity, mix-and-match special)....
I was gonna take a pic of this disgusting outfit for all to see....
but um. it's so embarrassing, that I cannot bring myself to share.
Sorry...
And jb? well, it's a good thing boys are sometimes
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I hope so.
Cuz I have some very important questions and I hope you can take a moment or two to help me out.
If you've talked to me EVER, but more particularly, in the last little while (as in as my Mat Leave progresses and my disposable funds digress), then you know that I. Am. On. A. Mission!
That is right, my friends. I am on a very 
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So Mat Leave  Number Two was not really an exciting prospect for me. Again. I love my kids, I really do. I just wasn't sure how long 
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(After I make the following statement, I am sure most of you will roll your eyes and say, 'Yah, right')...
Regardless,
Here goes:
I am going to attempt not to buy ANY clothes, shoes, accessories for a full year (for myself).
Let's see, today is September the...23rd. 
Can I do it?
I am seriously going to try
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Nope.
She is my daughter.

My mom 
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My heart hurt.
My tummy was in knots.
My eyes were all welled up.
He looked so tiny.
And the crib was ever-expansive.
I nearly rationalized our way out of this messy weaning process. 
But no. I was 
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Nothing to this technology stuff, I thought!!! (In 
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Okay, now that you are fully prepared and suitably underwhelmed, I shall share my tale of making the peanut butter pie in memory of Mikey and in honour of Beth, the busiest, most involved and engaged person I know!
So, step one of all baking is to read the
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First, e was no longer the 'baby', then she wanted her hair styled like a big girl every day, then she graduated to a big-girl bed, and now they're weening her from her bottle at daycare!!!???

Wtf

Wah!!!


I cannot fight the inevitable, but does it all have to happen at once???:(
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Shall I write my original title and let you decide?

Mmkay.

My Five Month Old is Smarter Than Me!
Any ideas what he meant ;-)!?
I guess with child number two we're supposed to be seasoned parents, right? We're supposed to know the cues, and certainly realize when we're being manipulated...
I consider myself double seasoned after e. (er. during e? - as she's still
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Well, sorta, anyhow.
You see, I have been actively attempting your approaches since my first little baby was born in 2009. And in theory, and in some practice, I love what you offer in the baby rearing advice department.
But then, sometimes, I get really mad at you.
Those are the times when my baby won't drink said amount of liquid in the proper routine outlined for his and her age 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vgDtGJfmkq3nUd8CBtrgd1oG5CM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vgDtGJfmkq3nUd8CBtrgd1oG5CM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~4/lQGWWkx6Qsk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-tracy-hogg.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDRHo8cSp7ImA9WhdREkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105469188015406738.post-6974190534025356456</id><published>2011-08-01T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:01:15.479-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T13:01:15.479-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ramblings and anecdotals" /><title>Indicative</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/feeds/6974190534025356456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/08/indicative.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/6974190534025356456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/6974190534025356456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~3/Rnfh6qX4IS8/indicative.html" title="Indicative" /><author><name>Serena Boughner</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103937880721629834268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UW-01YXPDro/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/h-njNKkoYw8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Why is it that after 20 years of shaving my legs I still manage to forget to shave around my ankles???
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Oh.

Wait...

We're already there!!!
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2. I am a 
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Anyhow, the moral is, what I think is my talent, is teaching. I love it! I thrive on it.
And now, I am seeing how my need to teach is impacting my daughter...I wonder, actually, if having a teacher parent is really a positive or negative thing? I always thought it
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjlDe30VIvgLH8qm9r-wMVnqBug/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjlDe30VIvgLH8qm9r-wMVnqBug/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~4/sfpnZIVKR8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-teaching.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFSX0-eCp7ImA9WhdSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105469188015406738.post-381406807230691192</id><published>2011-07-19T21:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:08:38.350-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-19T22:08:38.350-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommydom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ramblings and anecdotals" /><title>A Room of My Own...With Nice Wallpaper!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/feeds/381406807230691192/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/07/room-of-my-ownwith-nice-wallpaper.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/381406807230691192?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/381406807230691192?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~3/Ykp1eS23f-M/room-of-my-ownwith-nice-wallpaper.html" title="A Room of My Own...With Nice Wallpaper!" /><author><name>Serena Boughner</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103937880721629834268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UW-01YXPDro/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/h-njNKkoYw8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I am back people. Back from the fog that occurs in the first few months postpartum.
I am almost me again.
I am less the energy sucked mommy whose every spare moment was taken up with someone's needs.
That is, someone's needs other than mine.
I am not bitter.
I was getting there, though, I can tell you that.
I love being a mom and a wife. However, I don't love that I seem to have disappeared a 
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I know one reservation I had about a new child was the whole going from one to two 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j2jB5XM0MQnaJYzhWE0i-N9hR5w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j2jB5XM0MQnaJYzhWE0i-N9hR5w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~4/jyDFkssL4eo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-baby-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMQHwyfSp7ImA9WhZXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105469188015406738.post-568683787846893578</id><published>2011-05-05T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:49:41.295-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-05T22:49:41.295-04:00</app:edited><title>Control</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/feeds/568683787846893578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nottooseriousihope.blogspot.com/2011/05/control.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/568683787846893578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105469188015406738/posts/default/568683787846893578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotTooSeriousIHope/~3/vU7Tf5TaC_k/control.html" title="Control" /><author><name>Serena Boughner</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103937880721629834268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UW-01YXPDro/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/h-njNKkoYw8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">So, I thought I knew myself well, and on the surface, I do. But at the core, I am very ignorant about a very prevalent (apparently) trait of mine. Seemingly, I am a control freak. I think I've tried hard to spend my life pretending I am carefree - a free spirit if you will. But you only have to know me for a brief minute to know that my free spirit act takes a lot of effort and energy....


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But I came to need and love these 
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And yet, I am very 
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