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Pampers and Pinotnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sat, 28 Mar 2026 01:44:15 -0600Blogger http://www.blogger.com300125http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/en-usnonoreply@blogger.comI Have Moved!http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-have-moved.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Mon, 1 Jul 2013 15:26:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-4310218349212655667I am no longer writing new content for Pampers and Pinot (obviously).  Never you fear!  You can now find me at my new blog, <a href="http://www.loveandblasphemy.blogspot.com/">Love and Blasphemy</a>. <br /> <br /> Look at it. <br /> <br /> <center> </center> <br /> <img src="http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy1/klorenzen_photos/loveblasphemybutton.jpg" /><br /> <blockquote> <br /> <xmp><a href="http://loveandblasphemy.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy1/klorenzen_photos/loveblasphemybutton.jpg" /></a></xmp></blockquote> <br /> <br /> <br />1You Never Know What Can Happenhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-never-know-what-can-happen.htmlenjoy the present momentworking motherwritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Tue, 1 May 2012 16:22:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-1434025952679166973Entering into another summer, Pampers and Pinot will be on hiatus this time around.  You see, I am supposed to be writing myself out of a job, people, and it just hasn't been happening while I work, blog, mother, clean, cook, drink wine, and generally save the universe. <br /> <br /> I am going to have to try and give myself a blogging break to see what kind of momentous things can happen.<br /> <br /> Like this.<br /> <br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpSzOIKjFsKB-81ht7I495jzNALQBCra2tmRM80Tea2VoR_epALUsF8Wd3ObUML8c08B8mctze59V3Xe-jhzGD9ft5hCtxMa0y7rbZ-gDGk9CI7ue_JiU234v7IibJ0SmAksNNM4Jzfc/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpSzOIKjFsKB-81ht7I495jzNALQBCra2tmRM80Tea2VoR_epALUsF8Wd3ObUML8c08B8mctze59V3Xe-jhzGD9ft5hCtxMa0y7rbZ-gDGk9CI7ue_JiU234v7IibJ0SmAksNNM4Jzfc/s1600/images.jpg" /></a><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=writing+furiously&hl=en&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=iwCgT9v6NKOG2gW2vp3lAg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAwQ_AUoAQ&biw=1440&bih=799#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=fast+typing&oq=fast+typing&aq=f&aqi=g6g-S4&aql=&gs_l=img.3..0l6j0i24l4.39408.40781.2.40894.11.9.0.2.2.0.107.704.8j1.9.0...0.0.34mZ80qRgKI&pbx=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=8eae93bb1d41ac59&biw=1440&bih=799">Google images</a></span><br /> <br /> <br /> Or, this.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZ95tXnt-v4PJOP0KPxZi43aBix_Efc_klHnrwime-8puBq2U5XkAmTf0LkUL5TUKpKD0o25t6N2UY5ISwbV0wt-KZi8Lp_J7H6s6akYRL7NgaThcKbJm5YVCkI6UMPlPw5zaJlctv44/s1600/images+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZ95tXnt-v4PJOP0KPxZi43aBix_Efc_klHnrwime-8puBq2U5XkAmTf0LkUL5TUKpKD0o25t6N2UY5ISwbV0wt-KZi8Lp_J7H6s6akYRL7NgaThcKbJm5YVCkI6UMPlPw5zaJlctv44/s1600/images+(1).jpg" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=writing+furiously&hl=en&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=iwCgT9v6NKOG2gW2vp3lAg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAwQ_AUoAQ&biw=1440&bih=799#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=drunken+madness&oq=drunken+madness&aq=f&aqi=g1g-S1&aql=&gs_l=img.3..0j0i24.176866.179778.4.179881.17.10.1.6.7.0.168.793.6j2.8.0...0.0.ECN4WyGxqZI&pbx=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=8eae93bb1d41ac59&biw=1440&bih=756">Google images</a></span></div> <br /> <br /> You never know what can happen.<br /> <br /> I do so love the blogging experience, and I know I'm really good at helping you all laugh along the way, so I'm sure I will be back, perhaps when the leaves start to fall...169Sin City Knows My Namehttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/04/sin-city-knows-my-name.htmlinappropriate behaviorme timetravelnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 19 Apr 2012 10:56:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8426432884165462889<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">I may or may not be involved in some of this the next few days:</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vEIq5WrbzK4bsdccsIo138eC65MZdWNrehPkX7XFETAFhAqrBmEc2_u5C1-yxPIdleW00MtIicM90lA-garLppBNFlV90veLFM2GHGpLDXOvdovIcukCcf-aQJRzKpaZxMEbxWqDdUw/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vEIq5WrbzK4bsdccsIo138eC65MZdWNrehPkX7XFETAFhAqrBmEc2_u5C1-yxPIdleW00MtIicM90lA-garLppBNFlV90veLFM2GHGpLDXOvdovIcukCcf-aQJRzKpaZxMEbxWqDdUw/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733159773285480754" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGAM9nkQU63F53mQx3o-c-FrmvGBAEOHB1F1Z6iG2mE6e2DEBj2Hz8jp4ignylk-scurzEOTiWeERHuDsXN6cdeKnpeWVda9MCXICXDn2Ly-EZWZ55Oq3mB0F2fEYGBibEv0F23ZjKME/s1600/images.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGAM9nkQU63F53mQx3o-c-FrmvGBAEOHB1F1Z6iG2mE6e2DEBj2Hz8jp4ignylk-scurzEOTiWeERHuDsXN6cdeKnpeWVda9MCXICXDn2Ly-EZWZ55Oq3mB0F2fEYGBibEv0F23ZjKME/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733203314523021922" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8lh1Id6GCn2rpq-hZXVmWNvNlAgOswHybz9PwSN8h8RSKQWQv-61qZFJtVd5wEFLHawBvAeNzWuu5VcUft0WHgXTN7KAbITgXXbv5vUS3728rks920rrglGs5423qgMCOtF2eFhVDCo/s320/images+%25284%2529.jpg" /> </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NKj6kDONXlwkx6Eggz8308klGtDlRbFW_xloEIKunUrNs7O-g4GNJLrJxM3wPzAO9JImfeiz2-Sry2cdIdYZ8vExv2OMyPJNGKMYx8jy-Dp_JgWiziCkCNmbNb9WR2YZXeJu9HbeNoI/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NKj6kDONXlwkx6Eggz8308klGtDlRbFW_xloEIKunUrNs7O-g4GNJLrJxM3wPzAO9JImfeiz2-Sry2cdIdYZ8vExv2OMyPJNGKMYx8jy-Dp_JgWiziCkCNmbNb9WR2YZXeJu9HbeNoI/s320/images+%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733160624595099650" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCIAVwgUH6R14FyFGYIU5V55dJX8hudh1fcevyvN7-GXihoivflP61cjJiiOLLhs2VaEu70NDVzmzQgmqPcyY5djxQXLPTJJ46cqwg_koEH01DAZeIvj4_SjXzHtYfrTeH_tnXrH0UeE/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCIAVwgUH6R14FyFGYIU5V55dJX8hudh1fcevyvN7-GXihoivflP61cjJiiOLLhs2VaEu70NDVzmzQgmqPcyY5djxQXLPTJJ46cqwg_koEH01DAZeIvj4_SjXzHtYfrTeH_tnXrH0UeE/s320/images+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733160304547871570" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLX5oOvmqOi9I_wtraLcOwM9SRv5JCjgbqgNDKeqootiSmFx7BOVZPd_7YP0Ju2oxMJmqhxpQHFVf54ohx8pV3csIk3h5Gd1Rx_qL1EqZww3_jMwOKP-Rp7_zJGYFGOACC8tO8GbYAbc/s320/images+%25285%2529.jpg" /> </div><br /><span >I may or may not tell you about it when I return. </span>21Wine, Cheesecake, and a Good, Clean Manhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/04/wine-cheesecake-and-good-clean-man.htmlfacts about meMeet Me on Mondaymemeswinenoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sun, 15 Apr 2012 19:05:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-4933971027235910754<center style="font-size: 100%; "><a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"><img border="0" src="http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee487/nevergrowingold/MeetMonday-1.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Questions:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">1. Right now I could really eat _________?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">There is nothing I want to eat. I just finished dinner. I would like another glass of wine. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13zXgDqTocZVytkuJ9n3yi_WJ-QL40jiHGFSnr13GMQytghoWmLCh5tCvmbdCUfhgn5YDse_uOZ3NgWZSXuPZzDXdxADRbM1lnVBmzD0F_HXuAAUq57-Oaylh1PSXM4od93AldRmRwZw/s1600/images.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13zXgDqTocZVytkuJ9n3yi_WJ-QL40jiHGFSnr13GMQytghoWmLCh5tCvmbdCUfhgn5YDse_uOZ3NgWZSXuPZzDXdxADRbM1lnVBmzD0F_HXuAAUq57-Oaylh1PSXM4od93AldRmRwZw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731801013480213266" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+wine&hl=en&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=3XGLT4SpKoSC8QSEmYXlCQ&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CA4Q_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=667">Google images</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">2. Full length pants or capri's?</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Full length pants. Capris are totally over-rated.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">3. The best smelling men's cologne (women's perfume for the guys playing) is ________?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Just good, clean soap and shaving cream scent is good for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">4. What is your favorite kind of Cheesecake?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">I'm not a sweet tooth kind of gal, but, cheesecake? Mmmm. I like it cuz it's not too sweet. And, with red wine? Fahgetaboutit. Some plain cheescake with red wine sounds good. If it had topping on it, I'd probably scrape it off, and I would NOT want chocolate cheesecake. Too much.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">5. What TV Show do you currently never miss?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Real Housewives of Orange County. </span><a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/05/i-love-those-crazy-bitches.html" style="font-size: 100%; "> Love those crazy bitches </a><span style="font-size: 100%;">of Bravo.</span></div>20Good Friends Have Good Dirthttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/04/good-friends-have-good-dirt.htmlfacts about mefriendshumorMama Kat's writer workshopnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Wed, 11 Apr 2012 12:36:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8069414553691553643One of <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/">Mama Kat's</a> Writer's Workshop prompts this week is to have a friend write a post on my blog about me. I chose to do an interview with one of my best friends, Amy, and share it here. (Similar to the <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/04/if-my-mama-was-blogger.html">interview I once did with my mom</a>, and it is scary how similar some of their answers were!)<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" /></a></center><br /><br />Amy and I have worked together for 8 years - all the years I have lived in Colorado. We have been at two schools together and have seen five bosses come and go. We have grown closer and closer over the years, and I couldn't even imagine what I would do without her. It would be a sad, dark, lonely world without her by my side!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbDXnBzZ8f4qsaRzSOQ4zQDyk1RK6muLy4j7h7coPmaDuENwOILYlxyO3r_CZgqglhOa6f4tjeWxBw3sLLAZ1f2UaoOvrD47cJqUK51Tw-_XQ_jUUJDNgQ-C3org4elSrodP_uao2CIY/s1600/IMAG0887.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbDXnBzZ8f4qsaRzSOQ4zQDyk1RK6muLy4j7h7coPmaDuENwOILYlxyO3r_CZgqglhOa6f4tjeWxBw3sLLAZ1f2UaoOvrD47cJqUK51Tw-_XQ_jUUJDNgQ-C3org4elSrodP_uao2CIY/s320/IMAG0887.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730279347163535026" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Amy and Me, pre-kids, 2005 (I have done my own version of "photoshop" on the creep that wouldn't leave us alone that night.)</span></div><div><br /></div><br />Me: What do you think my readers would be surprised to learn about me?<br /><br />Amy: I think you’ve dished it all! Anything else that they don’t know, I have to take to the grave.<br /><br />Me: Yes, that is true! (Inside I’m thinking, <span style="font-style:italic;">She just passed the good friend test</span>.) Anything about my personality that would be surprising to my readers?<br /><br />Amy: How highly perfectionistic you are.<br /><br />Me: Yes!<br /><br />Amy: If things don’t go how they’re supposed to go or how you are expecting them to go, you get completely thrown off kilter.<br /><br />Me: *Sigh* I know. ‘Tis true. (<span style="font-style:italic;">She knows me so well! EVERYTHING is supposed to go the way I want it to, dammit</span>.)<br /><br />Amy: And, as sassy as you can be, I think your readers would be surprised to see you in action at work. You can be so professional, and you know when you have to rein in your sass. But, it is funny, I can almost hear your thoughts as professional words are coming out of your mouth!<br /><br />Me: What do you think is the most shocking thing I’ve done at work?<br /><br />Amy: When you told our old boss to stop acting like our mother and to treat us like the professionals we are.<br /><br />Me: Yes, a proud moment. That was a long time ago. I better step up my game. What is the most shocking thing I’ve done outside of work?<br /><br />Amy: I was totally shocked when you threw up in my car...and in a cab...and on my front porch. I can’t wait to see what’s next!<br /><br />Me: Those were not proud moments. I’m sorry. Whatever. Better keep the hose ready. Has anything shocked you that I have shared on my blog?<br /><br />Amy: Nothing shocking to me, but I was surprised that you ended up sharing excerpts from your novel because you have been so secretive about it.<br /><br />Me: I already know what you would say is my most memorable post.<br /><br />Amy: Yes, the most memorable one was your <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2010/07/scenes-from-airport-part-2-or-read-this.html">airport story with Parker</a>. I can just SEE it happening just how you wrote it.<br /><br />Me: What makes you laugh about me?<br /><br />Amy: HA! Where do I begin?! Your expressions – the way you say things. It’s just amusing, even when you don’t intend to be. You are very expressive. You have a lack of filter – when you are comfortable – you can be so candid and tell it like it is.<br /><br />Me: Why are we good friends?<br /><br />Amy: Well, we’ve gone through hell and back together at work! We also became mothers together and experienced <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/11/how-we-survived-refluxcolic.html">hard things with our children</a> together. Now, we are trying to get our lives back together now that our children are growing! We have had similar life paths.<br /><br />Me: How are we different?<br /><br />Amy: You are more of a risk-taker than I am. I have it in me, but you bring it out in me. I like to have fun, but you tend to leap first, and then I follow!<br /><br />Me: After all that, please share some nice things about me.<br /><br />Amy: You have been a phenomenal support system to me in some very trying times. You always try to be a peace-keeper and make everyone happy. You always think of others before yourself. You paid to clean the car you threw up in.19I Always Knew There was Something Wrong with People who Hate Catshttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-always-knew-there-was-something-wrong.htmlcathumormemoiroffice humorRemembeREDwritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Mon, 2 Apr 2012 12:48:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-865195862150266382On <span style="font-style:italic;">Bethenny Ever After</span>, Bethenny said, "Humor trumps professionalism."<br /><br />I totally agree.<br /><br />I have been known to play jokes at work. It is just too much fun. For me. <br /><br />You would never guess I'm such a menace.<br /><br />But I am. There is a glimmer in the eye, you see?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjq-ZRTt4isMwKJZYceuChrWjgw9DJM7B8MT-V7_ud0wnS_kWi8zokwfFDQb4euEPzeiPFWEqQYtg7Oc8t_qYCcrQnXjFO_5S3hW4StFpZGr-9uTpWirSlJ1IWuL5aVTF-sl5gChxc0ss/s1600/IMAG0791.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjq-ZRTt4isMwKJZYceuChrWjgw9DJM7B8MT-V7_ud0wnS_kWi8zokwfFDQb4euEPzeiPFWEqQYtg7Oc8t_qYCcrQnXjFO_5S3hW4StFpZGr-9uTpWirSlJ1IWuL5aVTF-sl5gChxc0ss/s320/IMAG0791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726962696060605602" /></a><br /><br />Years ago, I decided to play a joke on a previous supervisor on MY birthday. I had heard whispers that people were planning to prank me for my birthday. So, I thought, <span style="font-style:italic;">I'll strike first</span>! Bwa, ha, ha!<br /><br />Anyone who knows me should know that this is a compliment if I will spend time to play a joke on you. I thought my old boss knew that.<br /><br />He was quite the family guy with pictures all over his office of his gorgeous little ones - twins! - and his wife. <br /><br />He hated cats.<br /><br />On his birthday, I waited around until he was gone to break into his office. <br /><br />I had printed some really, really great pictures of cats off the Internet with a color printer. Pictures like these:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ZHq2UnxF-wiyhNVjRuciCUpjxLSokGjc1kM-4yjBtmr-vpH4m5FF6JWlq-WTpAyZB3BW-qDphbZeSt4hNr2a3P2akMXCFv4ZmlxhYJjdP18tykuBxNYYOEeSLk9PkssTjbnx884Jc0U/s1600/cat+5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ZHq2UnxF-wiyhNVjRuciCUpjxLSokGjc1kM-4yjBtmr-vpH4m5FF6JWlq-WTpAyZB3BW-qDphbZeSt4hNr2a3P2akMXCFv4ZmlxhYJjdP18tykuBxNYYOEeSLk9PkssTjbnx884Jc0U/s200/cat+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726889469893779634" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFMIs-T6BI20fQE_-QQWTuLtbdW9nEX13MtnvM8PSk5MiEPXru4vz9uPy-lmxEDBQhU5_u5X9Rhws1nmgOs9goFltG97YqhoM-o67S9StMUSjMV49HyV7x5gp6fF8tkdBNberHGvEHsA/s1600/cat+6.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFMIs-T6BI20fQE_-QQWTuLtbdW9nEX13MtnvM8PSk5MiEPXru4vz9uPy-lmxEDBQhU5_u5X9Rhws1nmgOs9goFltG97YqhoM-o67S9StMUSjMV49HyV7x5gp6fF8tkdBNberHGvEHsA/s200/cat+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726889402663279602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0U1l3OW53L-0ezuY-O8zpdpiLlBRlFBzAHDK-PGuwZiavRB-jTG4OPQxEwuz9nwongVkP1PCzOiThtxw-zOutwITsq4uZghWaR83FkGZdfclcOmtMRm_8ecx_jLnfRtxVp1Rdaz_Wv8/s1600/cat+10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0U1l3OW53L-0ezuY-O8zpdpiLlBRlFBzAHDK-PGuwZiavRB-jTG4OPQxEwuz9nwongVkP1PCzOiThtxw-zOutwITsq4uZghWaR83FkGZdfclcOmtMRm_8ecx_jLnfRtxVp1Rdaz_Wv8/s200/cat+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726889260552746882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYj4lJbDHowGCrWMg_qhh6HjrSASAJwRgmX-zTKq7Q62CbmJCDYKVNT1or6YuBRyJOm9Hx4GG4-2CYefiXmXcCNbzWz7bG8E5mkLT4vGcHDHGJ-dZ43p90n-idW4bk0knuc8e-W4n9UWQ/s1600/cat+3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYj4lJbDHowGCrWMg_qhh6HjrSASAJwRgmX-zTKq7Q62CbmJCDYKVNT1or6YuBRyJOm9Hx4GG4-2CYefiXmXcCNbzWz7bG8E5mkLT4vGcHDHGJ-dZ43p90n-idW4bk0knuc8e-W4n9UWQ/s200/cat+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726889172749289122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcxIQgDqJh-05vez9R81a-RKwkWzOtQjWOrOMSSLjic9sjmE2yzC6NTREdmViv2rkpbO56rgdHdgSbZ1s69ibIEs-Ezd6RZV1dUB3mQ4ekHHn8qguc8muBl5TqfIzypKgYUB0wp_loAk/s1600/cat+9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcxIQgDqJh-05vez9R81a-RKwkWzOtQjWOrOMSSLjic9sjmE2yzC6NTREdmViv2rkpbO56rgdHdgSbZ1s69ibIEs-Ezd6RZV1dUB3mQ4ekHHn8qguc8muBl5TqfIzypKgYUB0wp_loAk/s200/cat+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726889004382776226" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfLXRhgYIy4ag4mZJpMt2YXcGdB8y16PASdSuGB0rjwHUoR5e5WCLk4DcCv8u1bc7fbtxc-eHcJmfhGIvO_rxacl-7ux6xo35pIi9-qxp1EySw6I7LUfyZdVLf19yeeoA-qp0LXnkHus/s1600/cat+11.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfLXRhgYIy4ag4mZJpMt2YXcGdB8y16PASdSuGB0rjwHUoR5e5WCLk4DcCv8u1bc7fbtxc-eHcJmfhGIvO_rxacl-7ux6xo35pIi9-qxp1EySw6I7LUfyZdVLf19yeeoA-qp0LXnkHus/s200/cat+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726888913819011346" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am not a total menace. I CAREFULLY removed his family pictures - every last one - out of the frames and CAREFULLY placed them in a ziploc bag and CAREFULLY placed the bag in my desk. <br /><br />Then, I put the cat pictures in all of his frames around his office.<br /><br />I came into work the next morning, giddy, excited for the absurd hilarity to cause loud laughing and guffaws from everyone, including my boss.<br /><br />The front secretary was near tears. "Kristy, he's looking for you. He is so upset. I didn't even want him to know that I knew about it!"<br /><br />"What?! Are you kidding me?" I asked.<br /><br />She shook her head. "No! He's pissed!"<br /><br />I was incredulous, and I felt bad that I had involved our poor, dear secretary in the heinous act. <br /><br />I went to my office, still not believing anything had gone wrong. Who wouldn't think that filling a cat-hater's picture frames with ridiculous pictures of cats wasn't funny?! <br /><br />He was there to talk to me. He shut the door. <br /><br />He explained how precious his family pictures were to him. "Of course I know that! Look!" I exclaimed as I got out the CAREFULLY saved pictures and explained just how careful I had been. It didn't help.<br /><br />He said he felt that someone was intending to be a menace to him. Someone was "threatening him." Giving him the what-for, if you will.<br /><br />To that, I exclaimed, "No, no, no! Don't you think it's funny that I put CATS in your picture frames? You hate cats! Ha, ha..." I trailed off, as he was not softening and did not laugh along. <br /><br />Wow, the dude was TOTALLY serious. <br /><br />In spite of myself, I went on, "Don't you realize what today is?"<br /><br />He looked at me blankly.<br /><br />"It's my birthday!" I said.<br /><br />He looked at me blankly.<br /><br />"I thought you guys were planning to prank me on my birthday, and I thought I would do this before you had a chance to do anything to me! That's all!" I said.<br /><br />He seemed to soften his demeanor at that a little. I apologized profusely. He managed to say, "It's ok." I CAREFULLY replaced the pictures.<br /><br />But I kept the pictures of the cats. I'd take them out every once in a while and have a good fucking laugh. <br /><br />....................<br /><br />This week's RemembeRED memoir prompt at <a href="http://www.writeonedge.com/">Write on Edge</a> was to recall a prank that did not have the results you intended. <br /><br /><a border="0" href="http://writeonedge.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://writeonedge.com/wp-content/images/button.jpg" /></a><br /><br />....................<br /><br />To my bloggy friends who noticed my absence as of late, I was on Spring Break. But, I'm back. And doing the best I can.38Peep Showhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/03/peep-show.htmlfictionRed Writing HoodWrite on Edgewritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 22 Mar 2012 18:31:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-6152335560495575878<div><span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%;">Here is the next "peep show" at my novel. I'm getting ready to link up with <a href="http://writeonedge.com/">Write on Edge</a> and their Red Writing Hood prompt tomorrow: </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSdwPxpWHpWLS9813wDj4OrzqSToTdiMRWRq8EUZ4-nfUUicxYjNqEZLqFMycGfSr9ONXqoHMnrVwhObDzb8YkywSR8o_eQBwYvuT55KSvhVzqBfndedVo1oYKD3A3mwZtqMy5qIm1B0/s1600/5277044468_ccc7288738-300x226.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSdwPxpWHpWLS9813wDj4OrzqSToTdiMRWRq8EUZ4-nfUUicxYjNqEZLqFMycGfSr9ONXqoHMnrVwhObDzb8YkywSR8o_eQBwYvuT55KSvhVzqBfndedVo1oYKD3A3mwZtqMy5qIm1B0/s400/5277044468_ccc7288738-300x226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722884519290715394" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span>Dante, via <a href="http://writeonedge.com/">Write on Edge</a></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kate was wary of a couple of the dancers. She was wary of Brandy. She was nice to her because she gave her crystal here and there. Kate and Marisa preferred coke but would take crystal when coke wasn’t around. Brandy was intense. She was young and cute, but there was an edge to her, like she was moments away from snapping. She was hyper. She was sweaty. <span style="font-style:italic;">If she would take another shower, reapply her make-up, and calm down a little, she’d be a whole hell of a lot sexier</span>, Kate would think. Brandy did well with tips because she was athletic and could do all kinds of tricks and spins with the pole. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">The look in Brandy’s eyes scared Kate. Empty and desperate. Brandy would openly stare at other dancers, the Amazons. You could just tell that she was jealous. Or something. It made Kate wonder what was going through Brandy’s head.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kate was adamant that she not become like Brandy. Kate knew that she was no saint. She took any drug that came her way, but she still felt like she had things in control. She felt like she didn’t look like she did any drug that came her way. But, Brandy made Kate wonder. <span style="font-style:italic;">What kind of line was there to be crossed? How many more drugs before I look like her? How many more months in this place?</span> Then Kate would reassure herself. <span style="font-style:italic;">I do not look like Brandy. I will not look like Brandy. Everything is fine.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Marisa liked to tell herself the same thing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Marisa, who could not be found sometimes, and then would show up. <span style="font-style:italic;">I’m fine! I’m fucking fine. Let’s do this. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Marisa would saunter off in heels that looked as if the point could cut glass, and she would kill it. She would get on stage and move like the world was in her hands. Like she could squeeze the money from any sucker off the street. Then, darkly, through her hair, she would look around a room full of desire and need, and all she could see was darkness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">................</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">If you'd like to read more on Kate and Marisa:</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/who-do-you-think-you-are.html">Who Do You Think You Are?</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/what-if-god-was-one-of-us.html">What if God was One of Us?</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/11/night-with-no-limits.html">A Night With No Limits</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a border="0" href="http://writeonedge.com/" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; "><img src="http://writeonedge.com/wp-content/images/button.jpg" /></a></div>18Being a Mommy Takes Ninja Mind Trickshttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/03/being-mommy-takes-ninja-mind-tricks.htmlhumormotherhoodparentingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 15 Mar 2012 19:02:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-256766412204421208When my son is trying to do something he is not supposed to (e.g., smush all the toothpaste out of the tube), he gets very quiet. <br /><br />So then I go check on him.<br /><br />I quietly approach him.<br /><br />He has his back to me.<br /><br />I say quietly, "What are you doing?"<br /><br />Parker stands still. He looks over his shoulder. He whispers in a menacing tone:<br /><br />"Go away."<br /><br />I always laugh.<br /><br />So, the other day, I decided to use his own trick on him. <br /><br />He was nagging, as small children do, while I was cooking dinner. It was annoying. I looked over at him over my shoulder.<br /><br />"Go away," I said in a quiet, menacing voice.<br /><br />"Uugghh!" he scoffed at me.<br /><br />When it was dinnertime, my boy said:<br /><br />"I sit by Daddy. Mommy is being cranky at me."<br /><br />Whatever works.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhevScWrBk4YNz7d7TkQbtmRUOsTuTRitLCR9NjiHlHrTJiDxGPRy5vUaddNzMrk2Fq4blZoO6pH5Qj5p8fJYV1QMDque71YhyIy8UPjaz9SsxIGMWPtVyEbf5MMd3NsqyX6PDmh4tY1Vk/s1600/images+9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhevScWrBk4YNz7d7TkQbtmRUOsTuTRitLCR9NjiHlHrTJiDxGPRy5vUaddNzMrk2Fq4blZoO6pH5Qj5p8fJYV1QMDque71YhyIy8UPjaz9SsxIGMWPtVyEbf5MMd3NsqyX6PDmh4tY1Vk/s320/images+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720295868686511346" /></a>21That Outside Feelinghttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/03/that-outside-feeling.htmlfamily pictureswordless wednesdaynoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Wed, 14 Mar 2012 12:14:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-28207708103991503Spring fever is starting. I feel restless and low on concentration. Makes it kind of hard to produce spectacular writing and blogging! <br /><br />When I get home from work, my boy wants to be OUTSIDE playing, playing, playing. Sometimes he can be out there on his own, but sometimes supervision is necessary. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9yoGUZQlXcgJ4hpsZkjSiYtz8ELT7cEdaa9w0IQNj_u1Fr-ZGZPF_Y_TYIdWzL1ABoSrlR_nzBwJ043JpNNtRY_e9DiAPcxsKBYEedQFb8GEqHgSsWu6HVtUGSw5XBooCDWgYoWoajKE/s1600/IMAG0865.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9yoGUZQlXcgJ4hpsZkjSiYtz8ELT7cEdaa9w0IQNj_u1Fr-ZGZPF_Y_TYIdWzL1ABoSrlR_nzBwJ043JpNNtRY_e9DiAPcxsKBYEedQFb8GEqHgSsWu6HVtUGSw5XBooCDWgYoWoajKE/s320/IMAG0865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719818043044809234" /></a><br /><br />Like when you are terrorizing the neighborhood in your McQueen car while spraying silly string (I mean, SPIDER WEBS) at reckless speeds.<br /><br />I am linking up with Kristi at Live and Love Out Loud for Wordless Wednesday!<br /><br /><a href="http://liveandloveoutloud.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://liveandloveoutloud.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/blog-button150.jpg" border="0" alt="Live and Love...Out Loud" /></a>16Party Animalshttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/03/party-animals.htmlbirthdaybirthday partyfamily picturesgratitudepicturesnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sun, 11 Mar 2012 12:56:00 -0600tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8776766480357686195Yesterday was a BIG day! <br /><br />My boy turned 4 and had a fabulous Spiderman birthday party. The house was full with friends from preschool and daycare. <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBv6-HhWqi6ya_K0bVKmc2OkHtAPr-kan47zpP8y02ZzViwpjDBfgsYEHL4LCi7t4fyxekVtuKsyhUCTjV3muKmKCobQRf25xy8h_yt2yBVJKuRLoiABW0VnLkW_beT9woeK3OMmYsaQ/s1600/IMAG0857.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBv6-HhWqi6ya_K0bVKmc2OkHtAPr-kan47zpP8y02ZzViwpjDBfgsYEHL4LCi7t4fyxekVtuKsyhUCTjV3muKmKCobQRf25xy8h_yt2yBVJKuRLoiABW0VnLkW_beT9woeK3OMmYsaQ/s320/IMAG0857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718726087112284834" /></a><br /><br />I told Parker, "My favorite part of the party was watching you have so much fun with your friends!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSF3F0h_JDQ8cT_qtGI1t-WS0d4eiXk5jkkBGloCiveyOem4jknzfAsGaYxcyjRiqvArLUTwAQ9PiBvnfKBcS8BQrjIU6RoHpGZGlyA8Eg5ncDv89wXqMdIMeLYhSGERm9FS3DxmBxTdI/s1600/IMAG0861.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSF3F0h_JDQ8cT_qtGI1t-WS0d4eiXk5jkkBGloCiveyOem4jknzfAsGaYxcyjRiqvArLUTwAQ9PiBvnfKBcS8BQrjIU6RoHpGZGlyA8Eg5ncDv89wXqMdIMeLYhSGERm9FS3DxmBxTdI/s320/IMAG0861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718718288175789410"></a><br /><br />Parker said his favorite part was swinging and sliding on his new swingset from Grandma! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsECLj_tNNVJX5p0Kftc-zSnHRE7b3VixGuylfYQCzqzNTAF0LM1N1R4zms1nZVlHxxIuI6QVi4Fc8emlf4hFehEtBumRDzo0WlTt55y-N71o0oLZpPknsrG8rcE5bgZLPEwwG-Li5RN4/s1600/IMAG0845.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsECLj_tNNVJX5p0Kftc-zSnHRE7b3VixGuylfYQCzqzNTAF0LM1N1R4zms1nZVlHxxIuI6QVi4Fc8emlf4hFehEtBumRDzo0WlTt55y-N71o0oLZpPknsrG8rcE5bgZLPEwwG-Li5RN4/s320/IMAG0845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718718615250727570"></a><br /><br />The pinata was fun too. <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Cs4XDNoDTvYblODVqhq4Ub21mDJABsVgW4usPQIZrYM1zTlhqZ7m2wEG6B-_gGHmwxZXwcaCZCQV368uustmS5jP2cAPIpE_hhFr8wwZxd4mxmvXbsCBrGHO7IT9pnjHXaYEOPDf3bw/s1600/IMAG0846.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Cs4XDNoDTvYblODVqhq4Ub21mDJABsVgW4usPQIZrYM1zTlhqZ7m2wEG6B-_gGHmwxZXwcaCZCQV368uustmS5jP2cAPIpE_hhFr8wwZxd4mxmvXbsCBrGHO7IT9pnjHXaYEOPDf3bw/s320/IMAG0846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718719031687806466"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCHdXhTrA9hhXHdH20C8c5hUA5tOEdUG8WuPSDO_ve1zr8f4pGIxKHKlbvN3vxNhBz025vU_pIn0i5F5q4B5a7gNlUQk_rbbtzTqz1JGsUOvnWgWdLTDzWqJxo4s-leH5MjfN02wd7Yw/s1600/IMAG0848.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCHdXhTrA9hhXHdH20C8c5hUA5tOEdUG8WuPSDO_ve1zr8f4pGIxKHKlbvN3vxNhBz025vU_pIn0i5F5q4B5a7gNlUQk_rbbtzTqz1JGsUOvnWgWdLTDzWqJxo4s-leH5MjfN02wd7Yw/s320/IMAG0848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718719416446699826"></a><br /><br />We made up for Santa's mistake at Christmas and bought Parker the amazing Bat Cave he's been asking for. <br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyV2hEPT7l9Dir19YL8FLwG2JliNvH_eF86iOuzTGQ6De6BFZIytcAxiMB_yWk3VdQwhlwRXZAfdhrK5EPEgw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Not only that, then we went to hockey!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoY7ro4tTy95JTPjSwP11Bfqirw2A8KjUQ61UIht1f27j8UmEy855tyt9Vi-po5sTWS4yZwA1jxD1GtWXrbNwrZFyWCadgvU50YXJqxO8a4jCLaZuBOwXoBe5R_79OcvEmVmCbLIuaO5w/s1600/IMAG0862.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoY7ro4tTy95JTPjSwP11Bfqirw2A8KjUQ61UIht1f27j8UmEy855tyt9Vi-po5sTWS4yZwA1jxD1GtWXrbNwrZFyWCadgvU50YXJqxO8a4jCLaZuBOwXoBe5R_79OcvEmVmCbLIuaO5w/s320/IMAG0862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718719839010078194"></a><br /><br />You may not believe this, but I am TIRED. Happy Sunday, everyone!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjOxtXSPXRKfKfgbrpO9Mq5ioLA0AWZ1MJLPon8aMwcpdO7OkTFrMZ8kAq9VHV6HF4eMUcfOFBL-AdYAPAcPyh0Wwjjwx91fUa0AE2iGPonyGdxoVzTTEpuUtramN0qMtKgbfRVt3Dig/s1600/IMAG0838.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjOxtXSPXRKfKfgbrpO9Mq5ioLA0AWZ1MJLPon8aMwcpdO7OkTFrMZ8kAq9VHV6HF4eMUcfOFBL-AdYAPAcPyh0Wwjjwx91fUa0AE2iGPonyGdxoVzTTEpuUtramN0qMtKgbfRVt3Dig/s320/IMAG0838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718725707325096002" /></a>19noYesterday was a BIG day! My boy turned 4 and had a fabulous Spiderman birthday party. The house was full with friends from preschool and daycare. I told Parker, "My favorite part of the party was watching you have so much fun with your friends!" Parker said his favorite part was swinging and sliding on his new swingset from Grandma! The pinata was fun too. We made up for Santa's mistake at Christmas and bought Parker the amazing Bat Cave he's been asking for. Not only that, then we went to hockey! You may not believe this, but I am TIRED. Happy Sunday, everyone!noreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Yesterday was a BIG day! My boy turned 4 and had a fabulous Spiderman birthday party. The house was full with friends from preschool and daycare. I told Parker, "My favorite part of the party was watching you have so much fun with your friends!" Parker said his favorite part was swinging and sliding on his new swingset from Grandma! The pinata was fun too. We made up for Santa's mistake at Christmas and bought Parker the amazing Bat Cave he's been asking for. Not only that, then we went to hockey! You may not believe this, but I am TIRED. Happy Sunday, everyone!birthday, birthday party, family pictures, gratitude, picturesWanna Play?http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/wanna-play.htmlfunny childmotherhoodparentingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sun, 4 Mar 2012 14:25:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8308392462501918251Something wonderful has happened around here!<br /><br />For the first time, my boy was asked by a neighbor kid to play outside.<br /><br />We are entering into an era where The Child can play outside, and I can keep an eye on things here and there while I'm inside.<br /><br />My son is an only so it sure is nice that he has some other kids to play with, and they're not in my house fighting like brothers and sisters do.<div><br /></div><div>He was so excited by playing with kids outside, he emphatically nodded his head saying, "Yes, Mommy," as I told him, "No going in the street!" </div><div><br /></div><div>As the kids ran around the front yard, I could see Parker run by in a flash with his hand out in front "spraying" spider webs and shouting, "Here comes Spider Man!"</div><div><br /><div>It's amazing how he's getting older and bigger at lightning speed. His fourth birthday is next week, and it is the first age where being a "big kid" is very important to him. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVXm9pHVVptug2F8Ry0ag8i8qHmOnbzytmkR5iYGZVwTYsbOgzx5I1YAZBDCSyZAhzFoQImrG0pSkoYpoI0EuKMsRmHGuWNwZLRzNqKxAZJyPIsETNYfqYEtYu_y_35TSBxk2MSOFQRo/s1600/IMAG0812.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVXm9pHVVptug2F8Ry0ag8i8qHmOnbzytmkR5iYGZVwTYsbOgzx5I1YAZBDCSyZAhzFoQImrG0pSkoYpoI0EuKMsRmHGuWNwZLRzNqKxAZJyPIsETNYfqYEtYu_y_35TSBxk2MSOFQRo/s320/IMAG0812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716133140148260258" /></a><br /></div><div>Obviously, we have not yet hit the phase where being "cool" is extremely important. Thank God. </div></div>19Very Important Questions, Very Important Answershttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/very-important-questions-very-important.htmlfacts about menoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 1 Mar 2012 13:02:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8992488776630677985<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79XiDYJHHe2bTv0UOemEtL2YtIOCjlTcDq5rvD6Il61knvx6MSN1neOO2TUkIOAf0eCrwBrRVTgeJFatFPNvxZYaRP1YC6mFzTYUXHhkc32XKerzQNFMOCBJfM49m_lrYqxsnC6OrQgI/s1600/ThoughtfulThursdayBlogHop.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79XiDYJHHe2bTv0UOemEtL2YtIOCjlTcDq5rvD6Il61knvx6MSN1neOO2TUkIOAf0eCrwBrRVTgeJFatFPNvxZYaRP1YC6mFzTYUXHhkc32XKerzQNFMOCBJfM49m_lrYqxsnC6OrQgI/s320/ThoughtfulThursdayBlogHop.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714974456778437282" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center; ">I am linking up today with Sweaty at <a href="http://sweatywrites.com/thoughtful-thursday-blog-hop-12/">Do Sweat the Small Stuff</a>.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/tagged.html" style="font-size: 100%; ">I charged 11 Tag-ees</a><span style="font-size: 100%; "> with the following questions, so it would only be fair if I answered them as well, no? (Hush, you're right, doing this is easier than thinking of a new, original, spectacular post today.)</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What do you think is the funniest movie of all time?</span><br /><br />To the chagrin of my parents who never appreciated British humor, I have to go with Monty Python's </span><i style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">Search for the Holy Grail</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">. </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; ">"I'm French! Why do you think I have this OUTRAGEOUS accent, you silly king?!"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What is your most frequent, daily worry?</span><br /><br />That I am gaining weight. I know. Totally vain and slave to the ridiculous double standard in our society for women. But, tis true.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; ">Best travel destination?</span><br /><br />A warm beach - usually Mexico.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; ">Name one big adventure you would like to still accomplish.</span><br /><br />Publish a book. Travel off the North American continent.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; ">What is your favorite weekend activity?</span><br /><br />Going out to eat.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; ">What could be a song on the soundtrack of your life?</span><br /><br /><i>Come on Eileen</i><span style="font-style: normal; "> by Dexy Midnight Runners! Freaking LOVE that song. So much fun, so dance-able. It is MY song, people. If you hear it, look around, I may be nearby, dancing like no one's watching.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; ">"We are far too young and clever!"</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">When do you feel most energetic?</span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; ">On weekend mid-mornings after coffee and getting ready to work out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">What book are you currently reading?</span><br /><br />I just finished </span><i>Bossypants </i><span style="font-style: normal; ">by Tina Fey and loved it!</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; ">"My obstetrician suggested...that perhaps I hadn't rested enough during my pregnancy and that was why she was so small. 'What a cunt,' I thought to myself in what was either a flash of postpartum hormones or an accurate assessment of my doctor's personality."</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; ">Good stuff, people.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">What would be your luxury item if you went on Survivor?</span><br /><br />I do not know the rules and parameters around Survivor luxury items, but I would have to go with WINE.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Biggest turn on in the opposite sex?</span><br /><br />Confidence (not arrogance), sense of humor<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Biggest turn off in the opposite sex?</span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span>Bad </span>hygiene<span>, being self-absorbed, narrow-mindedness and feeling threatened by things outside of their comfort zone</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowZRBXCacT1ut4qKZ5u_5oXupWmtme_tXFHFue10eMCeEuDb-NG9BHMuh9Ty461Q35LwQWVKlcLejaG8zJNWUdOzLAAqiVpi2JgwXefSffiFdTF0zpj_NiJuSzvvjMbA9tDK3jnnxUFI/s1600/images.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowZRBXCacT1ut4qKZ5u_5oXupWmtme_tXFHFue10eMCeEuDb-NG9BHMuh9Ty461Q35LwQWVKlcLejaG8zJNWUdOzLAAqiVpi2JgwXefSffiFdTF0zpj_NiJuSzvvjMbA9tDK3jnnxUFI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714970407967002562" /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+turn+offs&hl=en&prmd=imvnsfd&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=VKVPT9PZGoqztwfDo7GnDQ&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAkQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=667#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=narrow+minded&pbx=1&oq=narrow+minded&aq=f&aqi=g5g-S5&aql=&gs_sm=3&gs_upl=277964l280139l0l280482l13l13l0l2l2l0l217l1509l0.9.1l10l0&gs_l=img.3..0l5j0i24l5.277964l280139l0l280482l13l13l0l2l2l0l217l1509l0j9j1l10l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=485fd8aa003dd438&biw=1366&bih=667">Google images</a></span></div>9noI am linking up today with Sweaty at Do Sweat the Small Stuff. I charged 11 Tag-ees with the following questions, so it would only be fair if I answered them as well, no? (Hush, you're right, doing this is easier than thinking of a new, original, spectacular post today.) What do you think is the funniest movie of all time? To the chagrin of my parents who never appreciated British humor, I have to go with Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail. "I'm French! Why do you think I have this OUTRAGEOUS accent, you silly king?!" What is your most frequent, daily worry? That I am gaining weight. I know. Totally vain and slave to the ridiculous double standard in our society for women. But, tis true. Best travel destination? A warm beach - usually Mexico. Name one big adventure you would like to still accomplish. Publish a book. Travel off the North American continent. What is your favorite weekend activity? Going out to eat. What could be a song on the soundtrack of your life? Come on Eileen by Dexy Midnight Runners! Freaking LOVE that song. So much fun, so dance-able. It is MY song, people. If you hear it, look around, I may be nearby, dancing like no one's watching. "We are far too young and clever!" When do you feel most energetic? On weekend mid-mornings after coffee and getting ready to work out. What book are you currently reading? I just finished Bossypants by Tina Fey and loved it! "My obstetrician suggested...that perhaps I hadn't rested enough during my pregnancy and that was why she was so small. 'What a cunt,' I thought to myself in what was either a flash of postpartum hormones or an accurate assessment of my doctor's personality." Good stuff, people. What would be your luxury item if you went on Survivor? I do not know the rules and parameters around Survivor luxury items, but I would have to go with WINE. Biggest turn on in the opposite sex? Confidence (not arrogance), sense of humor Biggest turn off in the opposite sex? Bad hygiene, being self-absorbed, narrow-mindedness and feeling threatened by things outside of their comfort zone Google imagesnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)I am linking up today with Sweaty at Do Sweat the Small Stuff. I charged 11 Tag-ees with the following questions, so it would only be fair if I answered them as well, no? (Hush, you're right, doing this is easier than thinking of a new, original, spectacular post today.) What do you think is the funniest movie of all time? To the chagrin of my parents who never appreciated British humor, I have to go with Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail. "I'm French! Why do you think I have this OUTRAGEOUS accent, you silly king?!" What is your most frequent, daily worry? That I am gaining weight. I know. Totally vain and slave to the ridiculous double standard in our society for women. But, tis true. Best travel destination? A warm beach - usually Mexico. Name one big adventure you would like to still accomplish. Publish a book. Travel off the North American continent. What is your favorite weekend activity? Going out to eat. What could be a song on the soundtrack of your life? Come on Eileen by Dexy Midnight Runners! Freaking LOVE that song. So much fun, so dance-able. It is MY song, people. If you hear it, look around, I may be nearby, dancing like no one's watching. "We are far too young and clever!" When do you feel most energetic? On weekend mid-mornings after coffee and getting ready to work out. What book are you currently reading? I just finished Bossypants by Tina Fey and loved it! "My obstetrician suggested...that perhaps I hadn't rested enough during my pregnancy and that was why she was so small. 'What a cunt,' I thought to myself in what was either a flash of postpartum hormones or an accurate assessment of my doctor's personality." Good stuff, people. What would be your luxury item if you went on Survivor? I do not know the rules and parameters around Survivor luxury items, but I would have to go with WINE. Biggest turn on in the opposite sex? Confidence (not arrogance), sense of humor Biggest turn off in the opposite sex? Bad hygiene, being self-absorbed, narrow-mindedness and feeling threatened by things outside of their comfort zone Google imagesfacts about meWine a Bit. You'll Feel Better.http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/wine-bit-youll-feel-better.htmlmemoirRed Writing HoodtravelwineWrite on Edgenoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Tue, 28 Feb 2012 16:30:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-4652764056452954520The RemembeRED memoir prompt at <a href="http://writeonedge.com/">Write on Edge</a> this week is to write about wine, coffee, or chocolate. <br /><br />One of the best vacations my husband and I have ever taken was in the wine country. Are you surprised? I didn’t think so.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rex2ou6S_E-oUBWNKG1ZVcnFU9UI4JhBlYQMTKSCC5BCPSAhnfx8-QI3gXfC7Ur8bXefWy83Fuju_NDqkuG3eeDoPCb5xelmhY8OT3pO0gPxDi8qonlj4zPdyB8pRuhAFTs-tWT-6Qg/s1600/IMG_0253_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rex2ou6S_E-oUBWNKG1ZVcnFU9UI4JhBlYQMTKSCC5BCPSAhnfx8-QI3gXfC7Ur8bXefWy83Fuju_NDqkuG3eeDoPCb5xelmhY8OT3pO0gPxDi8qonlj4zPdyB8pRuhAFTs-tWT-6Qg/s320/IMG_0253_edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714336359290534802" /></a><br /><br />We talk about it all the time like it is part of an era gone by. Vacations are a whole lot different nowadays with a child.<br /><br />We had been to Sonoma before this trip. This particular trip was more off-the-beaten-path, north of Sonoma/Napa, north of Santa Rosa. We were in the Dry Creek and Russian River Valley around Healdsburg and Windsor. We stayed an entire week at a small resort and mostly did biking tours of the surrounding wineries. (It helps that I have experience with biking and drinking as I explained <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2010/07/operating-on-lizard-brain-ragbrai.html">here</a>.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBj0SSZT9SXBIEhIMTM00HY6j9MDrgczoShItn6p1Gw0QL6Jx1AQtQ4IPt-coJxQoiAekBeeBRnRmUsDdEL1w7aBZpTK0apAM24lA6_d-Bdcxd5XGw3ZQOtgo8p8ZVL6CcYEbKZbcw9Q/s1600/IMG_0255_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBj0SSZT9SXBIEhIMTM00HY6j9MDrgczoShItn6p1Gw0QL6Jx1AQtQ4IPt-coJxQoiAekBeeBRnRmUsDdEL1w7aBZpTK0apAM24lA6_d-Bdcxd5XGw3ZQOtgo8p8ZVL6CcYEbKZbcw9Q/s320/IMG_0255_edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714336756905810274" /></a><br /><br />Although I would never call myself an athletic-type, I can kick ass physically sometimes. I just typically keep my prowess on the down low. <br /><br />The hazy memories I can recollect include the fact that a majority of the pourers at the wineries were intoxicated at some level. Rarely, did we pay for a tasting, and the pours were typically generous. <br /><br />The most memorable winery was Christopher Creek. We happened upon it by accident down a gravel road. The pourer was a warm, friendly man with a generous spirit. The grounds were simple, but the views amazing, so we bought a bottle and picnicked there. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbFwZA1E6Hwd5hIB4l_WHEKQGFUnmggOSw-LeohBv_oLkHwcqmOPa0GN7IrW3qUboyMdVW5Z2YzI02E9tGILgqNCdXfJ12qVwkktYTua6MdsyprYMeHTO3XLEUBykjckNHYSI_qblTes/s1600/IMG_0259_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbFwZA1E6Hwd5hIB4l_WHEKQGFUnmggOSw-LeohBv_oLkHwcqmOPa0GN7IrW3qUboyMdVW5Z2YzI02E9tGILgqNCdXfJ12qVwkktYTua6MdsyprYMeHTO3XLEUBykjckNHYSI_qblTes/s320/IMG_0259_edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714337234306520066" /></a><br /><br />Armida was interesting as well. The vineyard dog greeted us at the entrance and walked us up to the tasting room. Once inside, he passed out at our feet. The pourer inside was blasting Pearl Jam and seemed to be quite intoxicated. He sold us on a special vintage called “Poizin” – a Zinfandel. <br /><br />We biked over this bridge a few times on our journeys over the Russian River.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnn98RkWFpofEr2ltRC881LoTmhmclCzSg38oa9qYVuOzKQ1cR5OXsxjeNewX-e5GiBpjqGk8_Lcv5HKWqJLxxC1PvkPBjqTLVVxiwkswzIGgQLgENY4SAHYJEeNOndCb2S9AoA36u2g/s1600/IMG_0270_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnn98RkWFpofEr2ltRC881LoTmhmclCzSg38oa9qYVuOzKQ1cR5OXsxjeNewX-e5GiBpjqGk8_Lcv5HKWqJLxxC1PvkPBjqTLVVxiwkswzIGgQLgENY4SAHYJEeNOndCb2S9AoA36u2g/s320/IMG_0270_edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714337515288816674" /></a><br /><br />We took two days off from biking while we were there to enjoy the resort pool. So, if we were not drinking and biking, we were drinking and swimming. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEb1mOrRtAIJkQjKDei_P1PyReMESbYwzhA4zxGyJMqDEA6-ZqDryWHTurj_ZdiUJoUbn1ijeEzySyH49Ldmjt1Ibwx8dM1nTxMeNfB_yhrnJR5Z8l6YevlMhDLk9yB8S7cETuwj3VEE/s1600/IMG_0276_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEb1mOrRtAIJkQjKDei_P1PyReMESbYwzhA4zxGyJMqDEA6-ZqDryWHTurj_ZdiUJoUbn1ijeEzySyH49Ldmjt1Ibwx8dM1nTxMeNfB_yhrnJR5Z8l6YevlMhDLk9yB8S7cETuwj3VEE/s320/IMG_0276_edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714337772399847394" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8S31jSx7XdVZyNnloMRCo3WTUSpTHhCugVQmYR7Qd5rWax8S7-oA5FeEHBqfH1yQjHh9RwNN3SXwXfrcQB6Ju_Fm-Pgss8X3SC-hvfjkZa0wKYuy7Nf_5uVEL2Yv3Kt6NNitwnXsIw4/s1600/IMG_0281_edited.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8S31jSx7XdVZyNnloMRCo3WTUSpTHhCugVQmYR7Qd5rWax8S7-oA5FeEHBqfH1yQjHh9RwNN3SXwXfrcQB6Ju_Fm-Pgss8X3SC-hvfjkZa0wKYuy7Nf_5uVEL2Yv3Kt6NNitwnXsIw4/s320/IMG_0281_edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714338020526203570" /></a><br /><br />We had no child at the time. We would roll up to the pool with our cooler and plastic cups. When laying in the sun, I listened to my iPod. At the time, I listened a lot to Gorillaz, specifically Clint Eastwood:<br /><br />"I ain't happy but, I'm feeling glad<br />I got sunshine, in a bag<br />I'm useless, but not for long<br />The future is coming on...<br /><br />Finally someone let me out of my cage!<br />Now, time for me is nothing 'cause I'm counting no age."<br /><br />I could barely hear Richard laughing at me as I sang and rapped along to the tune no one could hear but me. <br /><br />I am now totally lost in reverie, hoping for warmer weather and moments of lying like broccoli with ENTIRE VINEYARDS of wine nearby. Sigh. Summer?? Vacation?? I need you now…19Taggedhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/tagged.htmlfacts about mehumormemesnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sun, 26 Feb 2012 12:17:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-7100687924349333546<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">I've been tagged by Kara at </span><a href="http://www.nestcandy.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">Nest Candy</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "> for 11 Random Things!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7f4sFSARkxLeha3jy80LAoVdOHZzrWlS039P_n4rONVLdmhvM8wI7bBHi9i0uyX_VKVc_CDvoaY1pyJYjyL3AfWELzQk5-Zs8_E6SqgZguekzSCfULj6-4s1cnkf3w_ApR0ysPUR5hqI/s1600/11-Random-Things-Tag.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7f4sFSARkxLeha3jy80LAoVdOHZzrWlS039P_n4rONVLdmhvM8wI7bBHi9i0uyX_VKVc_CDvoaY1pyJYjyL3AfWELzQk5-Zs8_E6SqgZguekzSCfULj6-4s1cnkf3w_ApR0ysPUR5hqI/s200/11-Random-Things-Tag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713526129698994658" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">I'm a playful type, and I don't mind the occasional tag, so here goes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Here's how it works:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">-Post these rules</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">-Post 11 random things about yourself</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">-Answer the questions set for you in their post.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">-Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">-Go to their blog and tell them you’ve tagged them.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">My 11 Random Things:</b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">1. I just updated my "Best of" page up above there. Go ahead. Check out some of the best of Pampers and Pinot!</span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />2. I really like cheese.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />3. I long for the ocean.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />4. My least favorite time of day is 3-5 pm. Every day, I'd prefer to just skip it and get right to dinner.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />5. I don't really have a sweet tooth. I did when I was pregnant.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />6. I'm going to go to Target later to get some things and stuff.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />7. I love listening to my music in the car really really loud. I have a problem with blowing out speakers. I'm totally that lady rolling up to the grocery store blasting my def tunes.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />8. I have really vivid dreams every night. I have a few different homes around the world that I revisit in my dreams here and there. I try to play games with my dreams and think about what I want to dream about before I go to bed, and then I see if I dream about it. Most of the time I do. Sometimes I don't.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />9. I'm afraid of the novel I'm writing. It's very ambitious. I don't know if I have it in me. But, I actually take that as a good sign that I'm on the right track.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br />10. My favorite game on my smart phone is Ant Smashers. I find it very satisfying.</div><div><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">11. I love to laugh, and I love trying to find the humor in almost everything.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuUXiVQChtjViX30h1XHXpYBGPejTdv24WmTUnFDdDpoKkT6VeDs8E3ymIJxcyuK6UxRQrcoxTt3s0fxh-CW9dwjy0Dqsff2CGUBBf6rGaWBdbYYNIS7GKS5sQkgOktgMvYqOsUhnoAQ/s1600/images+3.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuUXiVQChtjViX30h1XHXpYBGPejTdv24WmTUnFDdDpoKkT6VeDs8E3ymIJxcyuK6UxRQrcoxTt3s0fxh-CW9dwjy0Dqsff2CGUBBf6rGaWBdbYYNIS7GKS5sQkgOktgMvYqOsUhnoAQ/s320/images+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713539267562624626" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+ant+smashers&hl=en&prmd=imvnsa&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=7pBKT4LlGIWutwf84ZXvAg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAkQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=624#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=funny+anniversary+murder+suicide&pbx=1&oq=funny+anniversary+murder+suicide&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&gs_sm=3&gs_upl=15548l23298l4l23551l42l42l14l20l25l0l186l883l0.6l6l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=61c4b350e274cd8e&biw=1366&bih=624">Google image</a>s</span></div><span><b><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="font-size: 100%;">My answers to Kara's questions:</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><b style="font-size: 100%; ">1. If you could travel back in time, where would you go?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">I cannot decide between two things.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">I would want to go back to a day with my grandma when I was young. We had been at the beach all day. After getting clean in the shower and having that sun-kissed, tired feeling, I would enjoy the smell of her home and the fresh air outside. She had big bird cages, a tree swing, a pool, and strawberry plants. I would curl up with her and enjoy just being with her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Another time would be a weekend I lived in Iowa on a not-too-hot summer evening. My husband and I lived in the country. We would have friends come over, have a bonfire, watch the lightning bugs (man, I miss lightning bugs), and then laze about together the rest of the weekend. I would take long walks by myself down to Wolf Creek on a gravel road.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">How many books do you think you have read (just for fun)?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">There is absolutely no way I could determine a guess - thousands upon thousands!!! I have always been a big reader from an early age and am NEVER not in the middle of a book.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">Are you a Mac or PC person?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">PC, but it is not something I am passionate about. I don't really care. Just give me something to use, and I'll freaking use it.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">Have you ever ridden a train?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Yes.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">Dark or milk chocolate?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Milk, I guess. Not really a chocolate crazy person. I know, I know, I'm a freak.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">Running - Love it? or Hate it?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">I WISH I could. Honestly. I enjoy exercising and do so regularly, but whenever I try to run, I have horrible, splitting pain throughout my calves. The idea of it appeals to me, but I stick to walking, dancing, strength training and Jillian Michael's type stuff.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">What three foods could you never give up?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Cheese, bread products, and wine. Absolutely, wine is a food group. In my world.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">What's a food you've never tried but would like to?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">I'm adventurous with food and can't likely think of anything that I haven't tried that I would want to try. I was most disappointed by oysters. Thought I would like that, but just remembering the experience makes me want to throw up.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">What length of socks do you prefer?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Ankle socks for working out; otherwise, I like socks up to my knees. So comfortable. But, I would NEVER wear them like that with exposed legs. There's a trend I do not like.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">What was your favorite class in Jr. High or High School?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Nerd alert! Honors English classes. Always my fave.</span><br /><br /><b style="font-size: 100%; ">Do you know a foreign language?</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Double nerd alert! I took Japanese in high school because I was always up for a challenge and really enjoyed it! Of course, I don't remember much of it now, only a little.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauAxAEDMPBGqxiUD9sKt50f7Xi-i3iVwHWmiNzt0GiEqUhYCqauXIH_kslGuU-VBqcSsABJQ2L1gYd3SbHwArQh0dhqtx7Y6nhfgDy95ebHHP5QL9bjgyzM8bDDyXPr_i7gdwc1KWw_k/s1600/images.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauAxAEDMPBGqxiUD9sKt50f7Xi-i3iVwHWmiNzt0GiEqUhYCqauXIH_kslGuU-VBqcSsABJQ2L1gYd3SbHwArQh0dhqtx7Y6nhfgDy95ebHHP5QL9bjgyzM8bDDyXPr_i7gdwc1KWw_k/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713541774670657026" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+ant+smashers&hl=en&prmd=imvnsa&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=7pBKT4LlGIWutwf84ZXvAg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAkQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=624#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=funny+nerd&pbx=1&oq=funny+nerd&aq=f&aqi=g10&aql=&gs_sm=3&gs_upl=614765l617101l0l617244l16l11l0l0l0l3l226l1701l0.8.2l10l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=61c4b350e274cd8e&biw=1366&bih=624">Google images</a></span></div><b style="font-size: 100%; "><div><b style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></b></div>My questions for the next group:<br /></b><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">What do you think is the funniest movie of all time?</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">What is your most frequent, daily worry?</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Best travel destination?<br />Name one big adventure you would like to still accomplish.<br />What is your favorite weekend activity?<br />What could be a song on the soundtrack of your life?<br />When do you feel most energetic?<br />What book are you currently reading?<br />What would be your luxury item if you went on Survivor?</div><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "><span style="font-size: 16px; ">Biggest turn on in the opposite sex?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; ">Biggest turn off in the opposite sex?</div><span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlJcq8tQPFSAAcqa2VZl7mbYG0rzbCJID2Vg5Xtr2MD6DSmOilE9P_C1g1gpgTtwEaWT_qJFWA8n0pP2POP_RJMkZXTr-fBv_Ulf4WVwqZt_svwHqtIkQRgzmeXFNOI1BNJs4VYme16s/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlJcq8tQPFSAAcqa2VZl7mbYG0rzbCJID2Vg5Xtr2MD6DSmOilE9P_C1g1gpgTtwEaWT_qJFWA8n0pP2POP_RJMkZXTr-fBv_Ulf4WVwqZt_svwHqtIkQRgzmeXFNOI1BNJs4VYme16s/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713544487079753794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+ant+smashers&hl=en&prmd=imvnsa&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=7pBKT4LlGIWutwf84ZXvAg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAkQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=624#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=funny+turn+ons&pbx=1&oq=funny+turn+ons&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&gs_sm=3&gs_upl=1662l1662l12l2019l1l1l0l1l1l0l0l0ll0l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=61c4b350e274cd8e&biw=1366&bih=624">Google images</a></span></div><span><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><span ><b>Tag, you're it!</b></span></span></span><br /></div></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://www.glenslife.com">Glen's Life</a></span></span></span></div><div><a href="http://www.absolutelynarcissism.co/"><span><span><span >Absolutely </span></span></span><span >Narcissism</span></a></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://fromcorporatetodomestic.blogspot.com/">From Corporate to Domestic</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://goodgirlgoneredneck.blogspot.com/">Good Girl Gone Redneck</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://thesuniverse.blogspot.com/">The Suniverse</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://scattered-joy-blog.blogspot.com/">Scattered Joy</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://unofficialmom.blogspot.com/">Unofficial Mom</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://www.wonderfriend.com">Wonder, Friend</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://www.withjustabitofmagic.com/">With Just a Bit of Magic</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://stacysrandomthoughts.com/">Stacy Uncorked</a></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span ><a href="http://thingsicantsay.com/">Things I Can't Say</a></span></span></span></div>23Who Do You Think You Are?http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-do-you-think-you-are.htmlfictionRed Writing HoodWrite on Edgewritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Wed, 22 Feb 2012 17:10:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-678841323901709295<a border="0" href="http://writeonedge.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://writeonedge.com/wp-content/images/button.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I am linking up with Write on Edge for the Red Writing Hood prompt this week. The focus is on conflict, inspired by this quote:<br /><br />"It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence."<br />Mahatma Gandhi (1869 – 1948)<br /><br />I am bravely sharing an excerpt from my novel. You can read more about Kate and Marisa <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/what-if-god-was-one-of-us.html">here</a>, <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/11/night-with-no-limits.html">here</a>, and <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/who-do-you-love-baby.html">here</a>.<br /><br />......................<br /><br />Kate locked eyes with one of the men on the couch. Sure enough, he motioned for her to come over. Coke was lined up on the table. She kneeled at the coffee table, took a straw, and snorted a line. She sat back to drink, to wash the drug down her throat. She lit a cigarette because it was a drug’s best companion. Now she just wanted to get the hell out of there.<br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">She did not know these men. She did not need to know these men. She hated them. They were friends of her boss. Her boss, who was in the other room with Marisa. Her boss was a disgusting man. He was short and fat with thinning dark hair. He was mean. The only time she ever heard him was when he was yelling at the girls. “Get on the floor, you lazy bitches! Let’s go!” Otherwise, he stood in the corners and watched. Sometimes he spoke with other men. </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kate and Marisa did their motherfucking jobs and hoped to have no interaction with the man.</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Which was why Kate could not understand, even through the haze of her thoughts, why Marisa went to a bedroom with him. Probably, fear took Marisa to the bedroom with him, and fear kept Kate right where she was. </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">She dared not ask any questions and instead watched the smoke swirl through the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. The music was loud, drowning out the conversation of the men around her. She never seemed privy to the conversation of men around her.</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kate started to hear sounds coming from the hallway. Her body instantly perked up, on alert. </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">“Get the fuck out of here! You fucking slut!” </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kate licked her finger, reached over and dipped into the coke on the table, sucked it off and rubbed her gums in a split second. She jumped up, ready to go. Before she could see anything, she heard scuffling in the hallway, then a thud. Kate rushed over and saw Marisa face down on the carpet, but she was quickly getting herself up. </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Without saying a word, Marisa looked up at Kate with a face that said, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; ">Let’s get the fuck out of here</span><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">. Her lip was bleeding. </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Down the hall, Kate could only see the shadow of him. “You’re fucking fired! I never want to see your skinny ass again!”</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Without ever saying a word, they both walked out of the house. On their way through the kitchen, Marisa grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey. </span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kate never asked what happened in that bedroom. From the look on Marisa’s face, the topic was off-limits. She only drove them away as swiftly as she could, away from a situation that could have been a whole hell of a lot worse.</span></span><br /><br /><span >(I deeply apologize for going over the word limit for the prompt this week.)</span>15You Gotta Laughhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-gotta-laugh.htmlfunny pictureshumorpicturesnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:16:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-6594774833394542414<b><span>Let's laugh! It's always a good time.</span></b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOxjzcnZtsGaetp5aQj9b1-DB8784GsDAOcncvxWHlpF6AydkIYipWxAN7esidPee8RALEE5xUs8PZRpdky3DLFEoXlCf5Y1Y1dlF_UPe49_dVpC5VksoRG3Mcn0A3tF2167JsICp3O8/s1600/images.jpg" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOxjzcnZtsGaetp5aQj9b1-DB8784GsDAOcncvxWHlpF6AydkIYipWxAN7esidPee8RALEE5xUs8PZRpdky3DLFEoXlCf5Y1Y1dlF_UPe49_dVpC5VksoRG3Mcn0A3tF2167JsICp3O8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711315766323100738" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span> <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=beautiful+music+pics&hl=en&rlz=1C2ECWF_enUS467US467&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=IqBCT8-4K4GGgwekstibAg&ved=0CCIQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=667#hl=en&rlz=1C2ECWF_enUS467US467&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=inspirational+pics&pbx=1&oq=inspirational+pics&aq=f&aqi=g5g-m5&aql=&gs_sm=3&gs_upl=74799l80142l0l80328l18l15l0l0l0l0l790l3555l0.4.4.3.6-1l12l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=f64a28879432d9b5&biw=1366&bih=667">Credit</a></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9miMgCz_bAwxuo_qHB6meKfUtpaan_nbRsaawOEtGNclir4LMbRR5jQ3m5RaABl3Oe0PDq4PPBApbtGFdV2bfS0EXYxZR8xwrlxG3sUn7ZFRTBtexsobLG1u-OuyLsWNOS315cyeieA/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg" style="font-weight: normal; 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text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; ">I'm linking up with Kristi at Live and Love Out Loud for Wordless Wednesday!</div><div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div><br /><a href="http://liveandloveoutloud.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://liveandloveoutloud.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/blog-button150.jpg" border="0" alt="Live and Love...Out Loud" /></a>19Who Do You Love, Baby?http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-do-you-love-baby.htmlfictionRed Writing HoodWrite on Edgewritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 16 Feb 2012 18:37:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-2486689454358501866<a border="0" href="http://writeonedge.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://writeonedge.com/wp-content/images/button.jpg" /></a><br /><br />This week's Write on Edge Red Writing Hood prompt is to tell a story with this picture as a prompt:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfpyEIQS1DTT3OcpdjNxMaoh1UKgae31OoACbzupai_jBEMLe50QZggH2CHs3fvjB0A8AlYLoVYhkrX3B5bXz-5OohQTdeSY-JTDO9S4WuHi392FxjctwRPMpfz84bIRh6pjVoR_k9yM/s1600/untitled-113-300x300.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfpyEIQS1DTT3OcpdjNxMaoh1UKgae31OoACbzupai_jBEMLe50QZggH2CHs3fvjB0A8AlYLoVYhkrX3B5bXz-5OohQTdeSY-JTDO9S4WuHi392FxjctwRPMpfz84bIRh6pjVoR_k9yM/s320/untitled-113-300x300.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709914433584228002" /></a><br /><br />I am revisiting my fictional character, Kate and Marisa. You can read more about them <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/what-if-god-was-one-of-us.html">here </a>and <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/11/night-with-no-limits.html">here</a>. <br /><br />...............<br /><br />“Yes, I absolutely want real mayonnaise. It wouldn’t be a BLT without it,” Kate said.<br /><br />“Just checking,” the waitress said, giving a smile and collecting the menus off the table. <br /><br />“Mayonnaise is gross,” said Marisa, giving Kate a face. <br /><br />“I was waiting for you to say that,” Kate said. “The fact you don’t eat mayonnaise or bacon is downright prissy and stuck-up.”<br /><br />“No, it’s healthy. And you’re a bitch.”<br /><br />“Smoke much?” Kate asked Marisa. <br /><br />“Bitch,” answered Marisa.<br /><br />“Well, maybe I’ll feel a little better once I hear from fuck face.”<br /><br />“I always know you’re really into someone when you use terms of endearments like ‘fuck face,’” Marisa said. “Is he the reason we’re here anyway, stuffing ourselves with fried food and Long Island Ice Teas?”<br /><br />“You can thank him later,” Kate said.<br /><br />“I thought so.” Marisa looked at her friend for a moment, considering how to choose her words. “Kate, when are you going to figure out that this guy really is a…fuck face and move on? I want Kate back! You know, the free spirited girl who doesn’t care what anybody thinks of her, much less a total idiot who can’t see the fucking hot, amazing woman in front of him.”<br /><br />Kate only stared blankly back at Marisa.<br /><br />“I <span style="font-style:italic;">don’t </span>care what anyone thinks of me. Right now, I only love mayonnaise. And bacon,” Kate said.<br /><br />Marisa sighed. “I’m gonna go smoke a cigarette.”<br /><br />Kate took the opportunity to text Fuck Face.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hey, Marisa’s talking bad about you. Like you always say she does. I think I agree with her. Fuck off.</span><br /><br />The waitress approached the table. “Your food is almost ready. Do you need anything while you wait?”<br /><br />“Yes, we’ll take another round, thanks.”<br /><br />Kate went outside to share the cigarette with Marisa.17Highlights and Lowlightshttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/highlights-and-lowlights.htmldrinkinghumormarriagenoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Mon, 13 Feb 2012 16:29:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-3607754726293406349Who loves to go get their hair done?<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaGdcskCp4kIfW6nYo3uTYgvPNmc03iAQKreocuO19ODfPwDFmq9LlJEJWfcE7IGI-WYZ1-AGQSoxQ6k3rQV-VvP4Ec_njM3uORMxei0Ki1i37EOaMJlvXnNzNnf5Y0_UGjMOvuEH8BIA/s1600/IMAG0791.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaGdcskCp4kIfW6nYo3uTYgvPNmc03iAQKreocuO19ODfPwDFmq9LlJEJWfcE7IGI-WYZ1-AGQSoxQ6k3rQV-VvP4Ec_njM3uORMxei0Ki1i37EOaMJlvXnNzNnf5Y0_UGjMOvuEH8BIA/s320/IMAG0791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708773031417149010" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This girl does!</div><br />With that theme in mind, here are some "highlights" and "low lights" from the last few days.<br /><br /><b>HIGHLIGHTS:</b><br /><br />-Made it to LEVEL 3 of Jillian Michaels on Saturday, and I didn't die!<br /><br />-Went on a date night. (Gasp! Date night hasn't occurred since October or November. We couldn't remember!)<br /><br />-Went to one of our favorite restaurants for date night.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwEqA9Rv4nkUrCMj2YvTk1EjBtZBQj7dLkSpLv7VvcGsQB8ea5NIsB_GM4BTbqHy1B4TDLpWK4eiAmsetU0GKhT20lFpJJs9nnDf2n5pCjrVEKiSP_vjhX-Tj26mSNJynSxRNPXlX0p0/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwEqA9Rv4nkUrCMj2YvTk1EjBtZBQj7dLkSpLv7VvcGsQB8ea5NIsB_GM4BTbqHy1B4TDLpWK4eiAmsetU0GKhT20lFpJJs9nnDf2n5pCjrVEKiSP_vjhX-Tj26mSNJynSxRNPXlX0p0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708773671240097698" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Blue Star, Colorado Springs, photo from flickr.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>-Danced, danced, danced the night away to one of my favorite singers/bands. Once the music started, I never stopped. It was glorious. When it was over, I went upstage and hugged the singer. I love him so much.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4S_VIGHxiocq5PoRNGsF-x7PxWFzT_qcNQCtZS5UCTHpdKaLgM04w5pnzG50MHsWY8DCDzQVdP_xN0VJL0z4iMYMqrtZSKEyNOse9HHsI7QLdEv6x1kTTbrdk20XnWXo-ufDDpkwuh0A/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4S_VIGHxiocq5PoRNGsF-x7PxWFzT_qcNQCtZS5UCTHpdKaLgM04w5pnzG50MHsWY8DCDzQVdP_xN0VJL0z4iMYMqrtZSKEyNOse9HHsI7QLdEv6x1kTTbrdk20XnWXo-ufDDpkwuh0A/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708774133648755282" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Arch Hooks</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://soundboard.freedomblogging.com/">source</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He said, "Thanks for coming tonight! You really brought a lot of energy!" (Yes, we'll call it "energy." Not Sprocket lunacy.)</div><br />-Got to go to my boy's Valentine's party at preschool today. Watching your kid on stage and with his preschool buddies never gets old!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSDVkrWMjpZmHA2zBelJeAHW9F77IaWPtfblU46Wy-vXBPV3KcMmPqznp1Zhu5RCVQ0a1davYFbU94X7d76SMvvS-bawFzb1wWLoxkRmQVTwktcAfjG6gkcsIaGGwdKvXMpSG5Rjd8hg/s1600/IMAG0800.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSDVkrWMjpZmHA2zBelJeAHW9F77IaWPtfblU46Wy-vXBPV3KcMmPqznp1Zhu5RCVQ0a1davYFbU94X7d76SMvvS-bawFzb1wWLoxkRmQVTwktcAfjG6gkcsIaGGwdKvXMpSG5Rjd8hg/s320/IMAG0800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708772636738759650" /></a><br /><br /><b>LOW LIGHTS:</b><br /><br />-Level 3 Jillian Michaels + 3 hours of nonstop dancing = very sore muscles. Ack, my back!<br /><br />-Wine at dinner + a martini after-dinner drink + a few cranberry vodkas at the bar =<br />a "slight" hangover the next day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RYTN8qAYSCTI_Is4-E0nukF4eQN1DiXChz6kmfI3P-cSCwWWyFDbWZFnFYaMEjZ8Y-L2un_MJj-87iX1pS0PWnlAlTqZvYdTxrP9GnEGykiLghCBbYD6sZALItBDMXbyTyLjsSQC92g/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RYTN8qAYSCTI_Is4-E0nukF4eQN1DiXChz6kmfI3P-cSCwWWyFDbWZFnFYaMEjZ8Y-L2un_MJj-87iX1pS0PWnlAlTqZvYdTxrP9GnEGykiLghCBbYD6sZALItBDMXbyTyLjsSQC92g/s320/images+%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708777727008859938" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><a href="http://funzebra.blogspot.com">source </a></span></div><div><br /></div>-Feel like I'm so behind on blogging (and, always, writing), so hope you enjoyed this quick attempt at a post.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">By the way, Parker loves hockey.</div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN45PjoOr1l4RAKxYQ-HC6RDBvoB1srwzlMlYAgJSGtLcXvj9cYCK-oCLkliEGF1uLyjurfEmLed1p81Sb5DjblUrhFpV_1hOnchhjDx0_d_LA152dQf7dDpHDY4L_-kIbhWG1egerQX8/s1600/IMAG0793.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN45PjoOr1l4RAKxYQ-HC6RDBvoB1srwzlMlYAgJSGtLcXvj9cYCK-oCLkliEGF1uLyjurfEmLed1p81Sb5DjblUrhFpV_1hOnchhjDx0_d_LA152dQf7dDpHDY4L_-kIbhWG1egerQX8/s320/IMAG0793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708774680618124098" /></a>25On Crude Humor and Judging Other Parentshttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-crude-humor-and-judging-other.htmlhumorme timemoviesparentingparenting in publicnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Tue, 7 Feb 2012 09:22:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8325737221021411234<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1upPhSz4X9-Apcugab7eQsXzFgMpiPa0WFtLqTHNUZhc_D2-Rf92UhsfJzO1u86t-3EX7rMGUcfMgJSI92Cke4gmbvtJBaC1cRZ0W9uNO6v8OrhZkmNuG1hTKckAbyn_DrUXbHXRVRs/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1upPhSz4X9-Apcugab7eQsXzFgMpiPa0WFtLqTHNUZhc_D2-Rf92UhsfJzO1u86t-3EX7rMGUcfMgJSI92Cke4gmbvtJBaC1cRZ0W9uNO6v8OrhZkmNuG1hTKckAbyn_DrUXbHXRVRs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706430052409575746" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=The+Change+Up&hl=en&safe=strict&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=E08xT-nZHMzKsQLSreDbBg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CBcQ_AUoAQ&biw=1440&bih=799">Google images</a></span></div><br /><br /><br />I got to watch a movie – a real rated-R adult movie with no animation or singing by chipmunks! I had to watch said movie in three parts.<br /><br />First during naptime, but then it was interrupted half-way through when my son was discovered awake, wandering the upstairs.<br /><br />Then, I watched a little of it after work in my office because I refuse to return it to the damn Redbox unwatched. This is the second time I have rented this particular movie from a Redbox. The first time, I never got to see any of it before I returned it.<br /><br />Renting a movie is a crap shoot. In our house, you never know if you’re going to get to watch it. I finally finished the movie while watching on my laptop at home with ear buds in my ears. But, hot damn, I finished it!<br /><br />It was <span style="font-style:italic;">The Change-Up</span>, and it was insanely, inappropriately hilarious! Have you seen it? Do you love crude humor as much as I do?<br /><br />I was extremely grateful for all of the true and hearty LOLs it gave me.<br /><br />There is this one line about parenting from the movie, and it goes something like this:<br /><br />“If your children are ever misbehaving, they must be tired or hungry. If other people’s children are misbehaving, it’s because of negligent parenting or an inherent character flaw in the child.”<br /><br />Ha! Isn’t it true how people tend to jump to those kind of judgments when it is not their own children? Of course, I find myself to be a highly-evolved and open-minded person and always try to reserve judgment in these cases – “Oh, I just feel sorry for the mom…” But, even I can admit that these thoughts have flashed in my mind sometimes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What do you think of the quote from the movie? How often are you able to watch movies? Is it a god-forsaken miracle if you can ever watch an adult movie in one sitting and without falling asleep?<br /></span>25I'm Easy Like Sunday Morninghttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-easy-like-sunday-morning.htmlgratitudehumorpicturesSunday Snippetnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sun, 5 Feb 2012 12:22:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-2531559339576514577I am so very grateful for the positive reactions to my <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2012/02/what-if-god-was-one-of-us.html">novel excerpt last week</a>. Glen, in particular, from <a href="http://www.glenslife.com">Glen's Life</a> wrote a most heartfelt comment, and I cannot tell you how much it meant to me! Here is what he said:<br /><br />"Nearly three years of blogging, it has become clear to me that any idiot can blog.<br /><br />Anyone can say - 'Hey guess what my kids today?'<br /><br />Within that there is never any real obvious link between writing talent and success. Some people do well because they can write, others because they are funny, and others for no obvious reason that I can see at all. While others can write amazingly well but don't get anywhere.<br /><br />While being a blogger is relatively easy, writing actual fiction - now that is hard.<br />Writing actual fiction well?<br /><br />What you have done there is shown the difference between blogging and writing.<br />You are good.<br />Very.<br />Finish that book."<br /><br />Thank you, Glen! If you have not done so already, pop over to <a href="http://www.glenslife.com">Glen's site</a> as he is a disarmingly funny bloke in the UK who also enjoys sharing some carefully crafted fiction. <div><br /></div><div>................ <br /><br />Now, I will simply post about what my kid did this weekend! Because I like to take it easy like Sunday morning sometimes. One cannot be brilliant every day, for crying out loud. </div><div><br /></div><div>................ <br /><br />Parker had finished in the bathroom. "Daddy! Come look at my poop! It looks like a chicken!"<br /><br />I could not resist. I had to look. It looked like a chicken! It did! It was a little piece of poop that was kind of shaped like a chicken. <br /><br />I know. You are probably horrified right now, but you'll be ok.<br /><br />.................<br /><br />In the downstairs bathroom, I saw a bunch of stickers floating in the toilet. <br /><br />"Parker!" I yelled. "Why are there stickers in the toilet?"<br /><br />Instead of answering, Parker just sighed and said, "Ah, call a plumber then."<br /><br />.................<br /><br />And now, I give you a picture of the most precious thing that Parker gave me on Friday. A pet rock. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4js0mrnRSk6_klDhaci_jQUpcBxuNnRvds8z9-EhQHttbaIoAnvG5mFTTnWROCrp2F1BIIMyezH9sScyUlEw9P6SGbKyXO9aedPOIVQa-YzH3G5n-zCpWdMnCSSzOSKFC9c_9PvMEPZw/s1600/IMAG0788.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4js0mrnRSk6_klDhaci_jQUpcBxuNnRvds8z9-EhQHttbaIoAnvG5mFTTnWROCrp2F1BIIMyezH9sScyUlEw9P6SGbKyXO9aedPOIVQa-YzH3G5n-zCpWdMnCSSzOSKFC9c_9PvMEPZw/s320/IMAG0788.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705743035764678162" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Is this not totally adorable?</div><br />Have a good week, everyone!<br /></div>9What if God was one of us?http://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-if-god-was-one-of-us.htmlfictiongriefRed Writing HoodWrite on Edgewritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 2 Feb 2012 16:57:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8614545398439787256<a border="0" href="http://writeonedge.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://writeonedge.com/wp-content/images/button.jpg" /></a><br /> <br /> “You still seem so…numb.”<br /> <br /> “Well, maybe it’s the medication, doc. I don’t really understand how I’m supposed to ‘fix’ my head when I’m taking all the shit you give out here.”<br /> <br /> “Excellent, a little hostility. Perhaps we’re starting to feel something?”<br /> <br /> “Isn’t it a little unproductive to use sarcasm with your patient, doctor?”<br /> <br /> They sat there looking at each other with polite smiles. <br /> <br /> “Listen, Kate. I’m not trying to bullshit you. I’m just saying that you’re here for a reason. Let’s not waste our time.”<br /> <br /> “Fine, then. I’ll try to be a little more exciting. For the sake of progress.” <br /> <br /> The doctor only gestured. <span style="font-style: italic;">Begin</span>, her hand invited. <br /> <br /> Kate sighed. “Well, if you can't tell, I’m a little angry. I don’t see the point in anything. I fucking trust no one, and when I’m really at my worst? I think, <span style="font-style: italic;">I should be dead, and Marisa should be here</span>. As if it couldn’t get any worse, I remember, why would I want Marisa to suffer through any more shit? Maybe I should just join her.”<br /> <br /> The doctor held Kate’s eyes for a moment. “I can’t imagine the pain you’ve gone through. I simply want you to have <span style="font-style: italic;">hope </span>that hope exists. I don’t expect you to have that right now. I expect you to believe that others have that hope for you. That is all. And I hope it is enough.”<br /> <br /> Kate had been ready to retort, to build one more layer of brick through the wall of anger she had created, but something about the words the doctor had chosen caused her to pause. <br /> <br /> What was it that Marisa had always said? <span style="font-style: italic;">We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars</span>. Kate thought of that then. <br /> <br /> The doctor smiled, seeing the shift on Kate’s face. “I think I’d like you to think about that for today.”<br /> <br /> “Okay.”<br /> <br /> “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kate.”<br /> <br /> “See ya, doc.”<br /> <br /> Kate walked out into the hall toward the common area, unsure of what she wanted to do, unsure of what she felt. Then a soft melody coming from the TV pierced straight through her and unleashed a torrent of memories. <br /> <br /> A female singer was plainly singing to the screen, soulful and pure. <span style="font-style: italic;">What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger all of us trying to make our way home.</span><br /> <br /> Kate walked quickly to her room, shut the door and stood on the other side. The sobs came fast and hard. The bricks fell fast and hard. The wall she so carefully kept was crumbling all around her as she slid to the floor and gave in to the grief.<br /> <br /> .....................................<br /> <br /> The Red Writing Hood prompt at <a href="http://writeonedge.com/">Write on Edge</a> this week was to write a story in which your character is inspired by music. <br /> <br /> I have chosen to write a new scene for my book and share it here. I have written of Kate and Marisa previously <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/2011/11/night-with-no-limits.html">here</a>.25Teaser Tuesdayhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/01/teaser-tuesday.htmlmemesTom Robbinswritingnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Tue, 31 Jan 2012 18:25:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-5613891577731726615<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xSA9wcFzRG4jBKMBeK5amMmTNb5w_DQvaIxblHHCHTfaTbI71lO-CKeEhtzZuRYah9Xw1CLPILiL94g3nLIG20R-LL3sdbMzCOhIlErh3zVJVEYEnzCGIJZ94VJR2p8GOjMNVgqTpxU/s1600/tte.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xSA9wcFzRG4jBKMBeK5amMmTNb5w_DQvaIxblHHCHTfaTbI71lO-CKeEhtzZuRYah9Xw1CLPILiL94g3nLIG20R-LL3sdbMzCOhIlErh3zVJVEYEnzCGIJZ94VJR2p8GOjMNVgqTpxU/s320/tte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703972698551127970" border="0" /></a><br />Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of <a href="http://shouldbereading.wordpress.com/">Should Be Reading</a>. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:<br /><br />• Grab your current read<br />• Open to a random page<br />• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page<br />• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)<br />• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!<br /><br />Anyone who knows me knows that I love Tom Robbins and the way he plays with words. He is one I can read and re-read. I have been enjoying (again) his <span style="font-style: italic;">Still Life with Woodpecker</span>. It's on my Kindle, and here is the first sentence of the book in his prologue:<br /><br />"If this typewriter can't do it, then fuck it, it can't be done."<br /><br />If that doesn't draw you in, then I don't know what would. Because I cannot "randomly" open a page on my Kindle, I have selected one of my highlights from the book to give you more (yes, it is more than a sentence, dammit):<br /><br />"Leigh-Cheri sent that message to Bernard through his attorney. The message continued, 'I'm not quite twenty, but, thanks to you, I've learned something that many women these days never learn: Prince Charming really is a toad. And the Beautiful Princess has halitosis. The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed and e doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn't that be the way to make love stay?'<br /><br />The next day, Bernard's attorney delivered to her this reply:<br /><br />'Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words, "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has not strings attached. I love you for free.'<br /><br />Leigh-Cheri went out in the blackberries and wept. 'I'll follow him to the ends of the earth,' she sobbed.<br /><br />Yes, darling. But the earth doesn't have any ends. Columbus fixed that."<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4ZZyiM18Km50HLrZecXDqOdx0SFnDALGV1tY8bu6y9Kwl_hE_Ro4mD6wpYuem_DlaFldw3vsYFccr9B-oyEx1r35a5XUwoxzxZVEDEWkpoT7JQSDWXvWPWjU64Onj9kAwH9wz2U1oqY/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4ZZyiM18Km50HLrZecXDqOdx0SFnDALGV1tY8bu6y9Kwl_hE_Ro4mD6wpYuem_DlaFldw3vsYFccr9B-oyEx1r35a5XUwoxzxZVEDEWkpoT7JQSDWXvWPWjU64Onj9kAwH9wz2U1oqY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703979770310686674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://gearcave.com"><span style="font-size:78%;">credit<br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some outstanding Tom Robbins titles - he's not just known for <span style="font-style: italic;">Even Cowgirls Get the Blues</span> - but you could read that too.<br /></div>8Silly, Just Plain Sillyhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/01/silly-just-plain-silly.htmlfunny pictureshumornoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Sun, 29 Jan 2012 18:56:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8847927870748977924First, something I saw, and I liked it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EXEaK53Fc5UptKqn62ND-Rrthy4fUJgQpl_LmVyWLIldGbVXYwrU5u-bKJiTbV_wAzoi1na2jyVFc64EXwFyx2plivUjdCJ4UcbJ7Dgpbhp-1gUJ-PQjEu2ZPOT5nder9dONUNyW3ms/s1600/49539664620627148_qdvgbniq_c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EXEaK53Fc5UptKqn62ND-Rrthy4fUJgQpl_LmVyWLIldGbVXYwrU5u-bKJiTbV_wAzoi1na2jyVFc64EXwFyx2plivUjdCJ4UcbJ7Dgpbhp-1gUJ-PQjEu2ZPOT5nder9dONUNyW3ms/s320/49539664620627148_qdvgbniq_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703238757877339602" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a></span></div><br /><br />Now, let's laugh!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxX1_1oW62JRxoLwZodokAa_BT9mgaXsiZ7P3ZtSu5KT9zo2TwnO8St1mce0rv5hayJznxO3aJ9E8HymQXcx0Pz2qGl3vSajncFuDc5EgnoJzlH6P4-Y7uGB3eCYYCzAuS7Kxduq0Tw04/s1600/images+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxX1_1oW62JRxoLwZodokAa_BT9mgaXsiZ7P3ZtSu5KT9zo2TwnO8St1mce0rv5hayJznxO3aJ9E8HymQXcx0Pz2qGl3vSajncFuDc5EgnoJzlH6P4-Y7uGB3eCYYCzAuS7Kxduq0Tw04/s320/images+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703239442801899314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=cranky+housewife+funny&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=csz&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=XdUlT7e3FYWctweF0ZXSBQ&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CA4Q_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=575">Google images</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">She talks like me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzm_7657e0f7QZCnmLdqim_ipJxFdTtWRTu0ApYokh8hob9nJGePmObjvbMPszr0DDxFRi4FTRhXDDb0YcWA19aGCOoZmcrowTZmrsLz0WPX_rpId0jXQK8B7qyB27k5ahMGQHSctn2sg/s1600/images+6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzm_7657e0f7QZCnmLdqim_ipJxFdTtWRTu0ApYokh8hob9nJGePmObjvbMPszr0DDxFRi4FTRhXDDb0YcWA19aGCOoZmcrowTZmrsLz0WPX_rpId0jXQK8B7qyB27k5ahMGQHSctn2sg/s320/images+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703240039571330594" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=cynical+funny&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=MIf&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=ltYlT_THCoG2tweYs6yvDg&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAsQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=575">Google images</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Any one else already tired of the Presidential race?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdQj0tjSNV23pMJr8jg6oGwM3rw7f_tOd4jOl_lCD0X-TvVLBCmKJKF6_aT5PFYyQE95CmF6sySTeGafqLuZGaLJCYSHmYa62jBgH46b4GKFT4Tp7rBiuyvbX-2zT6CCHVY6EUwgIq4Q/s1600/images+7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdQj0tjSNV23pMJr8jg6oGwM3rw7f_tOd4jOl_lCD0X-TvVLBCmKJKF6_aT5PFYyQE95CmF6sySTeGafqLuZGaLJCYSHmYa62jBgH46b4GKFT4Tp7rBiuyvbX-2zT6CCHVY6EUwgIq4Q/s320/images+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703240561149350498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=hilarious+absurd+funny+pics&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=ofUlT9-UCNPMtgeE6d3jAw&ved=0CCEQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=667">Google images</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, let's see if she notices.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpmCJ9-ysyA9Q8JwD8226P-opfWvFBtQu9xWp5dxzlNCY9h3T8AVJ_UOJW1GA0Eyhvgr61D1s5WG9-DCsMfHaXsJu3WeOt5HSXLNN49Cws1_rc1J3VLXsEv3Wm4tfSD11g4drNxSqJMU/s1600/images+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpmCJ9-ysyA9Q8JwD8226P-opfWvFBtQu9xWp5dxzlNCY9h3T8AVJ_UOJW1GA0Eyhvgr61D1s5WG9-DCsMfHaXsJu3WeOt5HSXLNN49Cws1_rc1J3VLXsEv3Wm4tfSD11g4drNxSqJMU/s320/images+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703241053503823410" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+ab+fab+pics&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=5fclT8XkGIiEtgeN7ImiCw&ved=0CCEQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=624">Google images</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Down with anal retentiveness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If the week ahead becomes too stressful for you, I hope you can find some ways to laugh!</div>19Horror Storyhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/01/horror-story.htmlfriendshumormemoirnoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Thu, 26 Jan 2012 12:23:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-8627608266772469024<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDcWYrjCRUq1vAlKBP8PAM9mv8bLIz6bLdYyCf8A80YvftZrVOtkCsL2XayU4KAfqLYa9T_EUWKhbGlCLxZ2x6QqQ4NEpG6NSrv7UqUtnToPOUJs1Kx6x-sNFKSvIs4W4Bu9nG__X2YU/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDcWYrjCRUq1vAlKBP8PAM9mv8bLIz6bLdYyCf8A80YvftZrVOtkCsL2XayU4KAfqLYa9T_EUWKhbGlCLxZ2x6QqQ4NEpG6NSrv7UqUtnToPOUJs1Kx6x-sNFKSvIs4W4Bu9nG__X2YU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702025583468456962" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+horror+pic&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=hkq&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=XqkhT8rMNZTHsQLlxtWTCQ&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CA4Q_AUoAQ&biw=1440&bih=707"><span style="font-size:78%;">Google images<br /></span></a></div><br /><br />I do not watch horror movies anymore. There have been requests to hear the story behind that.<br /><br />It was a dark, stormy night in rural New York (ok, maybe it wasn’t stormy or completely rural, but it was dark and…suburban).<br /><br />I was visiting my best friend. Her husband, two children, and dogs had all retired for the evening, and we were up drinking wine and talking. We decided to choose a movie.<br /><br />We thought a horror flick sounded fun. We chose High Tension from the list and settled in, ready for the adrenaline rush of boogey-men and things-that-go-bump-in-the-night.<br /><br />It was the most banal, chilling, and frightening shit I’d ever seen. I think I lasted about a half hour before I insisted my friend turn it off.<br /><br />It was e-vil. Like the fru-its of the de-vil. (Bonus points for anyone who recognizes that quote.)<br /><br />I was scarred – for life, apparently.<br /><br />When we decided to throw in the towel and go to bed, I retreated to the guest room…in the basement. Not only was I in the scary, scary basement (it was actually a very nice room), but there was also a door to the backyard in the guest room.<br /><br />I was in the bed in the dark trying so hard to be thirty years old and brave. I started to have a panic attack.<br /><br />I still feel silly admitting it! I had trouble breathing. I felt a loud ringing in my ears. All I wanted to do was RUN. Run upstairs. Find people. Find help. Hug someone.<br /><br />I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran upstairs straight into my best friend’s bedroom. I stood by the bed. You know, like a total, crazed moron.<br /><br />There she slept with her baby boy close to her, her husband sleeping soundly, and one of the dogs at the foot of the bed.<br /><br />I considered my options. I looked at the hard wood floor. I contemplated curling up on the rug at the end of the bed.<br /><br />She sensed my presence, and being the bestest best friend one could ever have, she scooted over and lifted the covers up, silently letting me crawl right in.<br /><br />I was so grateful. Everything was right with the world again. I took up as minimal space as possible right on the edge of the bed, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling more comfortable.<br /><br />Next thing I knew, it was morning. I looked up and saw her husband staring incredulously at everyone in the bed.<br /><br />I was very embarrassed. I laid my head back down and pretended to keep sleeping.<br /><br />In the middle of the night, her other boy had also crawled into bed with all of us. It was a very full bed and is now one of the fondest memories I have of that precious family.<br /><br />You may think your life is full enough – with your children, dogs, and husband all in your bed on a weekend morning. But, it is not as full as it could be.<br /><br />I could be there too. Edging my way in, making myself at home, clutching whatever space I’m given.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eGuKzjHBmNkQxOSfSw8YipWBOCwftPiSENnktrQoftbaqDi7vL3sRpWQMLjUqmW7qZNCd-gsBX7vwYMcdZKfHESQfZe99jiNyEefbz7SdpNifcC-8p7VNkGPVJsc0kDwM4_H6NmHq_I/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eGuKzjHBmNkQxOSfSw8YipWBOCwftPiSENnktrQoftbaqDi7vL3sRpWQMLjUqmW7qZNCd-gsBX7vwYMcdZKfHESQfZe99jiNyEefbz7SdpNifcC-8p7VNkGPVJsc0kDwM4_H6NmHq_I/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702024644519705554" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+clingy+friend&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=4LB&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvnsfd&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=ZaghT-LiI-KAsgKdwun8CA&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CAsQ_AUoAQ&biw=1440&bih=707"><span style="font-size:78%;">Google images<br /></span></a></div>31Make the Bread, Buy the Butter, and Keep the Goat on the Farmhttp://pampersandpinot.blogspot.com/2012/01/make-bread-buy-butter-and-keep-goat-on.htmldomestic menoreply@blogger.com (Kristy @Loveandblasphemy)Tue, 24 Jan 2012 15:10:00 -0700tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056600498893549061.post-5125718856783933728<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjxahq8kWtdXjwVlO65yoea_7sJxpfkHneIeQ-N3b58M_i3zPxPtwutsAgapB6cRrOAiRywlY07UwIt-5QyDs3OeOoVMnyr6frNm3HcogB3B-DY3-HJpuFKt-HD2lycqfFbJZs7wJses/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjxahq8kWtdXjwVlO65yoea_7sJxpfkHneIeQ-N3b58M_i3zPxPtwutsAgapB6cRrOAiRywlY07UwIt-5QyDs3OeOoVMnyr6frNm3HcogB3B-DY3-HJpuFKt-HD2lycqfFbJZs7wJses/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700988422454775234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=funny+cooking+pics&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=dHV&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=YfodT8PxFcPAtget6cSyCw&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CA4Q_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=575"><span style="font-size:78%;">Google images<br /></span></a></div><br />So, you know how I always have to have something going on. Some project in the works. This brain just ticks away ALL THE TIME.<br /><br />I recently read this book:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpbAQqHlergcWeNOe47MSSPKlyw5wyLDb8jpyyPEcEdOsHIly_JdJx7Vf3N3eamd6HkOjDEw7nc3pG2ya897sQaQZoZj8JW3agchZXOv5WgIHrfWxeGzrzPF211ySMUZj6M1ZCo1jww8/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpbAQqHlergcWeNOe47MSSPKlyw5wyLDb8jpyyPEcEdOsHIly_JdJx7Vf3N3eamd6HkOjDEw7nc3pG2ya897sQaQZoZj8JW3agchZXOv5WgIHrfWxeGzrzPF211ySMUZj6M1ZCo1jww8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700976000573892018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Written by the charming and engaging Jennifer Reese, also author of the blog: <a href="http://www.tipsybaker.com/">The Tipsy Baker</a>.<br /></div><br />Let the madness begin!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq_9_Urfzd9KH9ZoHQ2S2JWkh7iMoepj_NVnMJKmrS10VPBYUvKGlwHm1IQa8fzZgbkhF0t3F1q8YYmKtF9ki3DZhrOpcQpYpiJR3RTsTllld7OHyJTCMQlnnpMr1d6BMTXhWWe2ZEwY/s1600/IMAG0750.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq_9_Urfzd9KH9ZoHQ2S2JWkh7iMoepj_NVnMJKmrS10VPBYUvKGlwHm1IQa8fzZgbkhF0t3F1q8YYmKtF9ki3DZhrOpcQpYpiJR3RTsTllld7OHyJTCMQlnnpMr1d6BMTXhWWe2ZEwY/s320/IMAG0750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700979955147138322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Making my own food, as long as it is practical and financially savvy, appeals to me. Jennifer's advice in the book just makes sense. If something is relatively hassle free, is a cheaper choice than store bought, AND has no mysterious ingredients or preservatives, then why WOULDN'T you make some of your own foods?<br /><br />Jennifer, thankfully, spent the time already to research cost and time when comparing home-made to store-bought.<br /><br />I happen to enjoy time in the kitchen. Before I started trying some of the foods in the book, I told myself:<br /><br />"If this ends up pissing me off, I won't do it."<br /><br />I'm not a zealot after all.<br /><br />But, it has been easy for me, and I'm thoroughly enjoying it!<br /><br />Here is what I'm making now from scratch:<br /><br />Bread<br />Bread crumbs<br />Croutons<br />Granola<br />Chicken Stock<br />Peanut Butter<br /><br />Here's what I plan on making from scratch when we run out of our current staples or when we need them:<br /><br />Cheez-its<br />Tortillas/tortilla chips<br />Bagels/bagel chips<br />Hummus<br />Hashbrowns<br />Pancakes<br />Waffles<br />Biscuits<br />Salsa<br />Marinara<br /><br />Here is where I draw the line:<br /><br />Stocking my own eggs. From chickens.<br />Hamburger buns<br />Butter<br />Mozzarella<br />Goat milk. From a goat.<br />Honey. Like from bees.<br /><br />(You may rip the book out of my hands and take away my food processor if you see me coming home with chickens, goats, or bees.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAEMI24FjuZBCCb352WKOXP63pCfFb7dmAW96SPNUW3EPC_slC44M6CnolcN-ZgyCuXE0zGGSR7s4xxvVTT91PB46wEmckR5Z7ugO5j-x-xG4TYmqmOGDMmpujuwqbgQ3Ok6bVN66Hnw/s1600/images+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAEMI24FjuZBCCb352WKOXP63pCfFb7dmAW96SPNUW3EPC_slC44M6CnolcN-ZgyCuXE0zGGSR7s4xxvVTT91PB46wEmckR5Z7ugO5j-x-xG4TYmqmOGDMmpujuwqbgQ3Ok6bVN66Hnw/s320/images+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700988886795176466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=chicken+funny+pic&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=nyp&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&source=lnms&tbm=isch&ei=1PodT-CoDsHWtwf0rZiRCw&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=2&ved=0CA4Q_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=575"><span style="font-size:78%;">Google images</span></a></div>17