<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:33:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Kids</category><category>random memos</category><category>NaBloPoMo</category><category>Growing Up</category><category>Photos</category><category>work</category><category>Family</category><category>Thankful</category><category>Birthdays</category><category>Product Review</category><category>Products</category><category>What I Learned This Week</category><category>blogging</category><category>friends</category><category>Contest</category><category>Treats</category><category>Wordless Wednesday</category><category>kindergarten</category><category>reality tv</category><category>sleep</category><category>the bachelorette</category><category>Bill</category><category>Organizing</category><category>Overheard</category><category>Pics</category><category>florida</category><category>food</category><category>movies</category><category>recap</category><category>vacation</category><category>whine</category><category>Baby</category><category>Blogging Contest</category><category>Books</category><category>Craig travel</category><category>Disney</category><category>Do It Herself Workshops</category><category>Downy</category><category>Five for Fighting</category><category>Grandma</category><category>Hampton Inn</category><category>Home Depot</category><category>John Ondrasik</category><category>Long Island</category><category>Mac</category><category>Mets</category><category>Mouths of babes</category><category>Pets</category><category>September 11</category><category>Summer</category><category>Theo dog</category><category>Traveling</category><category>Twitter</category><category>TwitterMoms</category><category>Weekends</category><category>Welcome</category><category>Wii</category><category>Working Out</category><category>Works for me Wednesday</category><category>Yankees</category><category>beach</category><category>customer service</category><category>goldendoodle</category><category>patience</category><category>politics</category><category>ramblings</category><title>One Mom&#39;s Memos</title><description></description><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-7448783708463550311</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-10T16:01:38.865-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>BIG Mess</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning I woke up to a BIG mess.  About 500 perler beads all over the den floor with my two children sitting in the middle of them.  Aaron was trying to vacuum them up with the Dustbuster.  It wasn&#39;t a good sight. (If you don&#39;t know what perler beads are, click the link just so that you can see how tiny they really are).I wish I would have taken a picture but I was so in shock that I left </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-mess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-6549167592942032197</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T21:44:27.631-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Do It Herself Workshops</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home Depot</category><title>Do It Whose-self?</title><atom:summary type="text">Did you ever wish that you could do some of those around-the-house projects that you put on your spouse&#39;s &quot;Honey-Do List&quot;?  Sign up for a newsletter from Home Depot&#39;s Do It Herself Club and you could definitely pick up some great tips.An upcoming Do It Herself Workshop will take place on April 15 from 7 to 830pm and will focus on Interior Painting featuring Martha Stewart Living.  In this </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-it-whose-self.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-9103776082607673847</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T20:48:10.598-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>No BIG Plans</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes I wonder why I love Friday. When I used to work at a traditional office job, Friday signaled the end of the long workweek, a day where I left the office at 5pm or before, two full days home with my family, potentially a night out with friends and two days that neither my husband not I needed to go to or think about work. None of those things hold true anymore.  Since I work for myself, </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-big-plans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-1492516608890888334</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T17:47:55.948-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>BIG Headache</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve had a major headache for three days.  THREE DAYS.  It hasn&#39;t even begun to go away.In the spirit of NaBlogPoMo, this is my post.I wish to the headache G-ds that they will take my headache and send it somewhere, never to be heard from again.Thanks.</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-headache.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-2477445160519562651</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-07T14:06:33.385-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>BIG Sadness</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday was the last day of vacation and Camryn had a playdate with her friend.  It was a beautiful day and so we took our playdate outside to the park.  When we got there, the other mom said, &quot;Did you hear that Coach Al died?&quot;What??Coach Al is the baseball coach at Camryn&#39;s school and last year, Aaron took lessons with him.  A big man and avid baseball fan, he would always tell Aaron about </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-sadness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-5849817133995735347</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-06T20:05:22.006-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><title>BIG Problem</title><atom:summary type="text">At 730am, I woke up to screaming.  Not your average kids-yelling-at-each-other screaming, but real, honest shrieking.  Thinking that either one of the kids had lodged themselves into someplace that they shouldn&#39;t or someone&#39;s arm was falling off, I raced downstairs only to find that the television wouldn&#39;t turn on.  Yup, no television in this house brings on mass hysteria.  For a 7 year old and a</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-problem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-7867912019476728230</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-05T19:27:00.537-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">customer service</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hampton Inn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twitter</category><title>BIG Win (and why Twitter, Hampton Inns &amp; my friend Claudine totally rock)</title><atom:summary type="text">I feel the need preface this post with one statement: I never win anything.  Really. Never, ever, ever anything. One of my favorite websites has recently done a number of $300 Apple store gift card giveaways and I have entered every time. Nothing.  Twitter parties where pretty much everyone wins something? Nada.  Raffles? Nope.  Radio contests? Zilch.  It&#39;s just a fact, I really never win </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-win-and-why-twitter-hampton-inns-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-2142068119130781566</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-04T10:29:42.381-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goldendoodle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Theo dog</category><title>BIG Dog</title><atom:summary type="text">Theo wasn&#39;t supposed to be all that big.  According to our breeder, he should grow to be &quot;60 pounds and medium sized&quot;.Here he is at a year and a half old (not quite sure what happened to all of his puppy pictures).Here he is now, at almost 8 years old.  He&#39;s still big. Sometimes we call him Clifford, even though he&#39;s not red.  And he&#39;s sure as heck not happy with the tiara on his head, courtesy </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2Ys77LbCLDJ334DhpWwyiJDHCI-tCuciXhGdEcd6JSEk-eFHPvoI-j4onQ8rWEQlrZm3QtXXE-3FvFcqC-d7ZgkrPP3C4PF_HjTMN6HWy62wO4ri5UgSPVXBAftIiYf3eA0xRBtZBPQI/s72-c/20030801-7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-5211802205890144642</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-03T15:56:30.303-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>BIG Trees, Little Girl</title><atom:summary type="text">This picture speaks for itself, what a beautiful day outside.</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-trees-little-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5EN5aDFKW3PE9wamLmZlcQwZFUIwWw4TE7x-MlnokhQ-8mTPFL3vXnfhP5QP_5vDX0SfVc4QpFFWvBtice70VYdImR7F2CCgh2SLto_kNorbGS7wkokIjtD44Oy6VgUFK1IqdZm-JaHz/s72-c/IMG_3341.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-3559118038113549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-02T10:34:43.059-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>BIG Boy</title><atom:summary type="text">At 7 years old, Aaron is not only my BIG boy, but my BIG toothless boy!!  He has so far lost 6 teeth, two of which came out in the past week.  He also left a note for the tooth fairy asking how many teeth he needs to lose to get her to bring him an iPod Touch.  I think he thinks his toothfairy is Steve Jobs.</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7l2-kXNvEAs_1NGg45n9jfOb2Kdsu7-eIoxYRLRiBU2thXMbr0sK1BxkbxAjhB2pPTsoOH7kBB5t5fcbpume-YDuR0sEeLtmnyqDbsOHgTnxL_JRSLi-2rrFrc9MCFTOYb62HXh1xj8p/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-5518861624434885349</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-01T09:46:11.865-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>BIG Girl</title><atom:summary type="text">The theme for April for NaBloPoMo is BIG.  This might get tough, but here we go....4 years ago you were born, a little tiny baby girl (who we totally thought was a boy!). We loved you from the moment we saw you.You started to amaze us from the very first day. And all of a sudden, you were one year old!  You had a big cake and were a birthday princess.You grew, learned to walk and learned to talk,</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0-6p418OzjtqHbtaF6PDB4QEZQu_7caj_STESX11LrlZqQYtpU_tDnXOvlbNYRJCnwEw7M-TOBcpNdHlk1zfquBv4dyvtBL3sh2c0MjsahANWqG0UVvZYvruMVIioOHszvs4az69fM5S/s72-c/Camryn+Reese+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-5605290015249253959</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T13:40:23.922-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random memos</category><title>Today is...</title><atom:summary type="text">....a day that I did not want to get out of bed today. ....a day where pretty much nothing is getting done.  I&#39;m ignoring the vaccuum, laundry and all of the things that aren&#39;t where they are supposed to be.  Isn&#39;t Sunday supposed to be a day of rest?....cold with a ton of snow on the ground.  I am so wishing for spring to come.  Really soon.....a birthday party day.  In the past week, my two </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-8095573312035986413</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-27T15:57:28.318-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">florida</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grandma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random memos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><title>Can time stand still?</title><atom:summary type="text">Vacation is over. After all the anxiety about staying in my grandma&#39;s house without her, our stay came and went.  It was hard being there without her.  I spent a week feeling like something was missing.  I&#39;ve been wanting to write about it but wanted to wait until I could wrap my head around everything I was feeling.   But I realized that isn&#39;t going to happen.  All of the feelings, all of the </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-time-stand-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-1269121068899564379</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T18:32:08.567-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">florida</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random memos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><title>A little rememberance is nice...</title><atom:summary type="text">Happy February vacation! We&#39;re getting ready to go off to Florida, where hopefully the temperature will warm up enough that it will feel like summer.  I&#39;m looking forward to so many aspects of this trip - getting away, being someplace where it doesn&#39;t snow, spending time together as a family, seeing old friends.  What&#39;s nagging me a little bit about this trip is that there&#39;s going to be something</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-rememberance-is-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaFL0UfqBu9OcpXjXUNE3e5ZPfmPIhMJRgM5f_g6BdVdCi-0Q2zCGf8avJnKhTUKe484PaNjWyE1fbWcla7IEp68aadH4hP-KRCbJREBm1Ybvrk06Sia2jXmJSSya73td5EyIl3DAQhuT/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-5328558834725856138</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T23:28:12.549-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">What I Learned This Week</category><title>What I Learned This Week</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve talked a lot on this blog about how I left my whole career (the career I went to school for and studied for hours to pass a test to get certified, the career that I worked and worked and commuted and commuted for) to run my own business and have the flexibility of working for myself and being around more for my kids.What I haven&#39;t talked alot on this blog about is how although I love running</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-learned-this-week_09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-1155775791959662895</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T09:09:00.654-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging Contest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Downy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random memos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TwitterMoms</category><title>The Scents that Linger</title><atom:summary type="text">Twitter Moms and Downy recently posed the question &quot;If you could define yourself with a scent, what scent would represent you and why?&quot; As a mom, all sorts of answers come to mind, although maybe none of them are appropriate.  Or anything I would choose to have as a defining scent.  But I did start thinking about the question and came up with an answer. Sort of.To answer the question, I started </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/11/scents-linger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-7177515614685363200</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T11:08:57.693-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Five for Fighting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John Ondrasik</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Product Review</category><title>Slice of American Pie....</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve always been a huge music fan.  I listen to everything from show and movie soundtracks to Billy Joel to Michael Jackson to The Dixie Chicks.  I have a bunch of choice music on my iPod and my 6 year old son wanted to be Dave Matthews for Halloween this year.  &#39;Nuf said.  When One2One Network reached out and offered me a chance to review the new Five for Fighting album, Slice, I figured that </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/11/slice-of-american-pie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqx60vlJyVyHF2QFIMPMXMYJZfKo4PKtNu5_Mq0WkpXP3Pv7mmWtwl_Lq0SH470Bkrbk4LciyrKwmauo8MwtEuhRzjSHaSitBTbD0eGgpSAcy-yInJWtdJPyt-udu1pfOPpsB9aooywr5t/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-4900762673741607634</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T09:50:57.043-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">What I Learned This Week</category><title>What I Learned This Week</title><atom:summary type="text">Here we go again...What did I learn this week?  A few things.  First and foremost though that I just don&#39;t think I&#39;m meant to be a really good blogger.  I just don&#39;t have the discipline.  I started this blog way back after the First Disney Mommy Blogger Mixer when I met so many different and amazing Bloggers and was inspired to start writing like so many of them did.  I wrote some good posts like</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-learned-this-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-2291304383206807992</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T21:49:20.875-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thankful</category><title>Day 7</title><atom:summary type="text">This is what a nasty sinus infection/cold/hacking cough will do to you.  Make you take days and days off from posting to your blog because you are laying in bed and think you are dying.  Oky, well, maybe not dying, but in pretty bad shape.  Today is the first day in 5 days that I got out of bed and came over to the computer.  During those 5 days I truly couldn&#39;t think of one thing to be thankful </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-7.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-3191119501045987256</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T21:15:53.629-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thankful</category><title>Days 4, 5 &amp; 6</title><atom:summary type="text">I guess I skipped this little project because it was the weekend.  So this post will include 3 things I am thankful for.#1 - The Weekends My how times have changed.  As a kid, I loved the weekends because there was no school.  After college, I loved the weekends because I was off from work.  After I had kids, I loved the weekend because I was home with the kid(s) and not rushing all over the </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-4-5-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-7767349372396726244</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T21:25:51.187-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thankful</category><title>Day 3</title><atom:summary type="text">Why is this hard at day 3? Shouldn&#39;t it be hard at day 30? I mean, day 3? Really.  Technically yesterday was day 3, but it was my birthday so I am allowed one day off from this crazy project. Oh, and from work because I definitely took the day off from work yesterday.When my son went to nursery school, I had visions of him meeting his best friend for life and whoever the mom was becoming my best </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-8898160601715008452</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T14:11:37.701-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thankful</category><title>Day 2</title><atom:summary type="text">This weekend, I worked with another business and ran a program where, one morning, families can come and donate their kids gently used Halloween costumes from previous years and exchange them for one that will fit them this year.  In the end, the remaining costumes are donated to a local non-profit day care center that serves an extremely poor community.  The concept is fantastic and implementing</atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-1118198536846985170</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T10:53:29.904-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thankful</category><title>Day 1</title><atom:summary type="text">Things haven&#39;t been so great lately.  It&#39;s not because of one event, or two or even three, but lately I&#39;ve been feeling more of the negative and less of the positive.  It seems that, in my life, the happy and good things make me feel happy and good for less time than the bad and sad things make me feel bad and sad.  I have two amazing kids and I don&#39;t want to ever look back on this time in their </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-8325808065933896902</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 12:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T08:52:42.920-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Product Review</category><title>Book Review: The Weight Of Silence</title><atom:summary type="text">A few weeks ago, I found myself on my own on a Saturday night with a husband out with the guys and two kids sleeping over grandma’s.  My night consisted of ordering in sushi and wandering around Borders – by myself.  Usually in a bookstore I have two kids on hand, both whining and asking for everything in sight, but on this night, it was just me.  I was able to walk around the bookstore and look </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-review-weight-of-silence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-5554436690770154826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T13:50:10.586-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random memos</category><title>Dear Time...</title><atom:summary type="text">I had one question when I got up this morning and that was, WHERE THE HELL DID THE WHOLE SUMMER GO??Seriously, how could it have flown right by me without my noticing? It was apparently moving at the speed of light because I didn&#39;t even feel the breeze as it rushed by.Maybe it was because it rained every day except for 3 during the entire month of June.Or because our first day that the </atom:summary><link>http://mommysmemos.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>