<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 06:27:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>random</category><category>Faith</category><category>artsy fartsy</category><category>parenting</category><category>working mom</category><category>Health Schmealth</category><category>family</category><category>marriage</category><category>Fashion</category><category>Let&#39;s Get Fit-8 Week Challenge</category><category>Music</category><category>Sisters</category><category>motherhood</category><category>tv-aholic</category><category>friendship</category><category>books are your friend</category><category>Celebaholic</category><category>Holidays</category><category>No See Tv</category><category>Northern Michigan</category><category>Dinner Time and the Working Mom</category><category>Serving our Peeps</category><category>guilt</category><category>**BLOG ROLL**</category><category>Tales from the Cult</category><category>fiction friday</category><category>movies</category><category>About Us</category><category>Guest Blogger</category><category>Social Issues</category><category>parenting an only child</category><category>Money Sucks</category><category>Home makeover</category><category>Deep Thoughts</category><category>Wordless Wednesday</category><category>stroke</category><title>Sisters of a Different Order</title><description>We&#39;ve got Habits but not the kind you wear.</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-3284207387079398228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2015 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-01T17:21:14.261-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Hey there! We aren&#39;t blogging here anymore. I&#39;m at my new blawg &lt;a href=&quot;http://onpurposeforhispurpose.blogspot.com/2015/04/all-single-ladies.html#links&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, come by for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sister Sassy isn&#39;t really blogging anymore. Mostly because she wrote an entire gosh darned book for real! &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m planning to give a copy away next week. I&#39;ll also include a link to her BOOK!</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2015/05/hey-there-we-arent-blogging-here-anymore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Honey Bunch/Judi maloney)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-5952124451636667548</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2014 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-26T18:38:55.064-05:00</atom:updated><title>THERE IS NO TITLE TO FULLY DESCRIBE HOW FASCINATING THIS POST IS</title><description>&lt;i&gt;Blog post is a \e-run, Yeah I&#39;m with you folks&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who wants to 
keep watching the the same episode ofRoss and Rachel break up?&amp;nbsp; Clearly, 
they were on a break.&amp;nbsp; Of sorts. haHaving gone through all that just 
to say: &amp;nbsp; The followinis a post I wrote a couple years ago but 
sister tSassy and I and I 
decided it&#39;s time to relaunch the old blawg&amp;nbsp;and this is our way of doing
 it. Lazy,though it may be. I ass I assure you there&amp;nbsp; will be plenty of 
new 
posts on here to bring you up-to-date on my recovery from that bastard 
(pardon my coarse language) stroke I had&amp;nbsp;and sister Sassy&#39;s new 
family&amp;nbsp;members&amp;nbsp;and the book 
she recently published!&amp;nbsp; You could say would been a hare bit busy uphere
 
in the great North. My intention after catching yall upon the excitement
 of our
 lives is to go back toWhat I&#39;ve always loved to write aboutried:&amp;nbsp; Tori 
Spelling movies, Hallmark movies, parenting and some Jesus&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll also 
throw in some posts&amp;nbsp; about&lt;/i&gt;s my passion for running It&#39;s a fairly new 
obsession, which makes a couple of my friends roll their eyes CLEANout of 
their heads at meThey are full of love for me but they hate the whole running
 thing while sitting cozy on the couch&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; One final note, my stroke left me one-handed, so i &#39;m dictating to Siri&amp;nbsp; Any mistakes are her fault.&amp;nbsp; She is my sworn enemy .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
ORIGINALPOST FROM2009:&lt;br /&gt;
I think I might
 be having a PANIC attack.  Or I am just all nerved up because I am so 
angry at a bunch of fifth grade girls who think it&#39;s OK to pick on a 
kindergartner.  My kindergartner to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Logan was
 at the bus stop and  I was sitting at the end of our driveway waiting 
for him to be picked up so I could head to work.  I was drinking my 
coffee and picking at my nail polish when I looked up and saw Logan 
kicking all the girls.  Kicking them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was horrified 
and started shouting at him to stop.  Then the bus came and I drove to 
work wondering how I had managed to raise a bully when I&#39;m just a big 
old wimp myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I picked Logan up later that day 
he told me the girls were calling him names and he didn&#39;t like it.  It 
made sense to his 5 1/2 year old brain that the way to shut. them. up. 
was to kick them in the shins.  And while it worked, I had to explain to
 him that I don&#39;t think kicking girls is cool.  Even if they&#39;re 
obnoxious fifth graders who think it&#39;s OK to pick on a small child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I
 want Logan to always defend himself, but I put an end to the kicking.  I
 told him that if they start saying mean things again to just get in 
their faces and tell them to knock it off.  Tell them they can&#39;t call 
him names.  I also told him that girls can sometimes suck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I
 certainly don&#39;t think all girls are mean.  I was one of the nice ones. 
 I hated watching the mean girls make fun of people, and whisper in 
front of others, and laugh when someone made a mistake.  Why do they act
 that way?  A friend of mine has a theory that mean girls have mean 
moms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I told Logan I was going to wait with him at the 
bus stop the next morning.  He begged me to not do that.  He wanted to 
handle the situation all on his own.  He didn&#39;t want his mama fighting 
his battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he walked up to the bus stop the next 
day I was ready.  If those girls did one single thing that seemed out of
 line, I was going to have a little chat with them.  But they didn&#39;t do 
anything.  As a matter of fact they were very nice and all the kids 
talked and laughed while they waited for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;
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That night when I was putting Logan to bed I asked him about it.  He said,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&quot;I asked God to make them be nice.  And he did.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hmph. Alrighty then.  Why hadn&#39;t I thought of that?&lt;br /&gt;
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OK.
  And in completely and totally unrelated -but-oh-so-freaking-happy 
news, Jenny Garth has signed on to reprise her role as Kelly Taylor on 
the new 90210.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dude.  I don&#39;t care if this makes you think less of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.foxnews.com/images/369387/0_61_jennie_garth_320.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.foxnews.com/images/369387/0_61_jennie_garth_320.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me.  This is some of the best news I have heard in a long time.  Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;b&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/b&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2014/11/blog-post-is-e-run-yeah-im-with-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Honey Bunch/Judi maloney)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-7416126343039781558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2014 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-26T18:23:14.350-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description></description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2014/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Honey Bunch/Judi maloney)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-7038612406044805120</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2014 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-21T09:19:25.360-05:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m back in Da Housee!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Hey y&#39;all sister combat honeybunch is back in the house sorry for my long absence I had a stroke last summer and unable to blog and a long long time since I will have the use of one hand now, I&#39;ll be dictating this via Siiiri who is often a crack ho and messes things up so this turns into gibberish it&#39;s her fault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Way yes I did have a stupid stroke &amp;nbsp;for just a few days after running a half marathon after my stroke to relieve pressure from my brain I hadtwocraniotomy&#39;s Answwhich is just a fancy wayof &amp;nbsp;sayingbrain surgeries (soI&#39;m pretty darn smart now) the doctorsto remove part of my scalp and thryplaced in my stomach to keep it alive which was the weirdest thing in the world because I could feel it through my belly &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anyway,I spent the entire summer in the hospital and following that withsix weeks at a nursing homecoming now &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m now a pro at using a bedpans &amp;nbsp;now not something i ever wanted to learn about that was awful is a horrible experience&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;I had to relearn how to walk and how to talk I know some like a computer with a mouthful of marbles I&#39;m getting therapy followed that for those things I wentfrom being told I may never walk again to &amp;nbsp;up igwtting around in a wheelchair to know walking with &amp;nbsp; just using a straight cane. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;When I was in the hospital I don&#39;t know if this is while I was in A coma ,orjust lying in the bed but the words from a humnfrom the church of my childhood were stick in my head on auto-repeat &amp;nbsp; gaveme such comfort the songis based on believe Psalm 121 To theHi Ills I left my my eyes ahh from whence cmesmy help allmy &amp;nbsp;helpcomes from the Lord,never slumbers never sleeps &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;this gave me such comfort tell me that the Lord is not Sleeping on The job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;All of this to say is that this time was from was probably seven or eight years old the church of my youth so if your parents are-wondering if the faith seeds you planting inyour kids Are taking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;rootI can tell you yes they are continue to fertilize and the plant that growlove it and talk to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;As most of you know I&#39;ve always been a very independent motivated ambitious career focused person no I suspect most of my days as a sharded in my home watching Steve Harvey of all things I need a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;purpose y&#39;all I want my life back so badly I need to be The wife and mom I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Tom the bomb has been amazing through all this while he&#39;s still works full-time during the day and spends the evening taking care of me and and our son if I hadveto go to bathroom throughout the night he has to get up and help me which really does a lot in the romance department.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;My prayer is that the Lord restores me soon so I can be the mom that I need to be first Logan sake and the once I need to be for tom&#39;ssake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Spent a lot of my time in the nursing home Prinkey my friends which is so much such a mature thing for me to do and once I returned I would print them and videotape it and post it on YouTube which I&#39;m sure they loved. It was lots of fun y&#39;all you do what you got to do when you&#39;re a shut-in to enjoy your day. Don&#39;t judge me Turn that this awful experience it&#39;s going be used to God&#39;s glory at some point I will be healed and I&#39;ll be able to minister to minister to others and help them along their journey of hardship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2014/02/sometimes-girls-gotta-make-prank-phone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Honey Bunch/Judi maloney)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-2237093148267929741</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T13:22:56.384-04:00</atom:updated><title>Butterfly Effect?</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=036553015-13052009&gt;If you could go back  in time and change something, would you?&amp;nbsp; Would you go back and try to make  things different...better?&amp;nbsp; II wonder if I would I go back and save a boy  who was 13 when I last saw him.&amp;nbsp; And would I be saving him for him, or for  me?&amp;nbsp; Maybe both.&amp;nbsp; I have always felt like I failed him, I wanted to  save him, protect him and yet I was only 18, I didn&#39;t know what to do or how to  help.&amp;nbsp; So I left and I didn&#39;t look back, because looking back was too hard,  too troubling and too hopeless.&amp;nbsp; Its hard looking at the things you know  you can&#39;t change, watching helplessly as someone you care about makes mistakes  or is used and abused.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=036553015-13052009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=036553015-13052009&gt;I have to remind  myself I was only 18.&amp;nbsp; I was only 18.&amp;nbsp; But i knew.&amp;nbsp; I knew  better.&amp;nbsp; I knew that growing up in that house could easily destroy him like  it did his brothers.&amp;nbsp; Or the very least crush his spirit and kill his  ambition.&amp;nbsp; And now, 15 years later this boy hurts and has tried to take his  own life.&amp;nbsp; I guess I can&#39;t call him boy, he is no longer that bright eyed  13 year old I knew.&amp;nbsp; But I can&#39;t help wondering, could I have saved him  from it all?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;if I had, would it have made his life better,  or worse?&amp;nbsp; Would it have completely changed the path I was on in my  life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=036553015-13052009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=036553015-13052009&gt;Thats the hard part,  there is never&amp;nbsp;a way of knowing what could have been.&amp;nbsp; Mulling it over  is an exercise in futility.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You just have to faith that all things  happen as they should.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2009/05/butterfly-effect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-2494698537333764900</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T08:52:00.775-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><title>Photo Challenge</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09L7B0FA_7PLKy800ZKNDsQkG2UxLXhwKlbg-ToPX955tkGpADaqIPjte5v4iaVSWbY8d6RLVYq3OS-yYDX7DGmaF5jhAtldWs2m6SSlF0lu_z0QlO9lrLeb-Z0EibhjJtZpneIumo1U/s1600-h/2-9-07+006.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09L7B0FA_7PLKy800ZKNDsQkG2UxLXhwKlbg-ToPX955tkGpADaqIPjte5v4iaVSWbY8d6RLVYq3OS-yYDX7DGmaF5jhAtldWs2m6SSlF0lu_z0QlO9lrLeb-Z0EibhjJtZpneIumo1U/s400/2-9-07+006.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298756096090231154&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href=&quot;http://helenas-secrets.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Helena&lt;/a&gt; for this, I thought it sounded fun.  This is what you do and this is who I&#39;m tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open the fourth photo folder of your computer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose the fourth photo in that folder and publish it in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain the photo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Challenge four bloggers to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will challenge &lt;a href=&quot;http://random-ashlee.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://kspinning.wordpress.com/&quot;&gt;Kspin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://saintseestersays.saintseester.com/&quot;&gt;Saint Seester&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://a2eatwrite.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;-have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kiki around 2 1/2 (wow, the same age Boogs is now)-unfortunately its a fairly boring shot, but he is sitting in our entryway wearing a sweater with a polar bear and his boots.  I&#39;m guessing he was putting them on thinking he&#39;d go outside, not sure.   You can see our carpet is actually clean and white in this shot.  This was taken the first winter after we moved back to Northern Michigan from Chicago.  We are now in our third, and coldest winter since being back.  Looking forward to seeing what everyone else puts up!&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL2Otl_X5zbN0FJBYySqQOitfE0zsmGgGVW3Ny0mgTcJg97mE-fQUr0ntR8xG_ugSHoY8IuFluDK5dUF3PmKBIOCNfM7bdZTv1HHIwshoVAsYckwxy3MvryCfWgJJu82Zp14t4mN1K_w/s1600-h/2-9-07+004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL2Otl_X5zbN0FJBYySqQOitfE0zsmGgGVW3Ny0mgTcJg97mE-fQUr0ntR8xG_ugSHoY8IuFluDK5dUF3PmKBIOCNfM7bdZTv1HHIwshoVAsYckwxy3MvryCfWgJJu82Zp14t4mN1K_w/s320/2-9-07+004.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298756250657021746&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too bad the picture to pick wasn&#39;t the third, because Boogs breaking into the box of Smirnoff is a much funnier shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-challenge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09L7B0FA_7PLKy800ZKNDsQkG2UxLXhwKlbg-ToPX955tkGpADaqIPjte5v4iaVSWbY8d6RLVYq3OS-yYDX7DGmaF5jhAtldWs2m6SSlF0lu_z0QlO9lrLeb-Z0EibhjJtZpneIumo1U/s72-c/2-9-07+006.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-1204917789409886462</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T08:32:16.231-05:00</atom:updated><title>Pledge Not To Consume Month</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;This month my  wonderful Church is challenging us to pledge not to consume for the entire month  of February.&amp;nbsp; Here is what they have to say about the whole  thing...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;THE AVERAGE  AMERICAN SPENDS LESS THAN ONE HOUR A WEEK IN RELIGIOUS OR SPIRITUAL TIME AND  MORE THAN FIVE HOURS A WEEK SHOPPING. &lt;BR&gt;As we reflect on faith and economy  this year, we want to explore how we can move beyond the economy of money and  live out of an economy of faith. February is our designated &#39;Pledge Not To  Consume Month&#39; (it is the shortest month).&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The two simple  guidelines are as follows:&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;1.) Don&#39;t buy  anything new except food/toiletries for the month - just the absolute essentials  (gas, mortgage, bills, etc.).&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;2.) If you  really &#39;need&#39; something, is there a way you can you borrow, barter, or even buy  it used?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Feel free to  &#39;customize&#39; your month experience: Can you refrain from eating out for a month?  Can you skip the dopio mocha-foo-foo drink? What about iTunes? Books?  Shoes?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Is there  something you will &#39;need&#39; to buy in February (Valentine&#39;s Day reminder) that you  might be able to buy now, ahead of time?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Make sure to  visit our Facebook page to groan, offer support or flame&amp;nbsp;the  church&amp;nbsp;for this insanely stupid idea. Share your stories, ideas,  experiences, feelings with each other. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;How many times have  you went to Target to get some deodorant and come out with a $5 movie, a new  pair of shoes and some pop tarts?&amp;nbsp; I know I have!&amp;nbsp; Its so easy to buy  and less easy to save.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;So the Sassys are  attempting to do this, however we already consumed a meal out which technically  is breaking one of the suggestions.&amp;nbsp; I think Jim and I will have to come up  with a plan of just&amp;nbsp;sharing our weekday lunch date in my office,&amp;nbsp;he&#39;ll  have to deal with that (he hates eating at my office).&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;does anyone  else want to jump on this band wagon with me?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;d like to figure out how  much money we save at the end of this month with not going out and not buying  random junk and share it here.&amp;nbsp; God knows I already have too much random  junk, I don&#39;t need more.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;I think it would  also be&amp;nbsp;a good time for the Sassys to downsize a bit and simplify.&amp;nbsp; It  would seem these two go hand in hand.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=524212213-03022009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=524212213-03022009&gt;I&#39;ll probably pop in  here periodically to update on how we&#39;re doing with this and see if anyone else  has decided to join in the spending free month.&amp;nbsp; But until then, happy  February!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2009/02/pledge-not-to-consume-month.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-242511635336750234</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T19:34:22.494-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><title>So...Yeah...</title><description>I guess someone likes us so we were just informed we were in the running for the best mommy blogger award at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.culture11.com/article/36556&quot;&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;  So go vote.  A coffee cup and link love depend upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I got very angry today at a driver.  And because Sister Big told me we need to blog more, I&#39;m going to rant for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, yes, I admit I was on my phone. But I was driving slowly through a parking lot.  I had just driven up a row and had begun turning left.  While I was turning left a guy in the next row over turned very quickly right and drives quickly toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for a moment and figure-hey, if I stop and wait for him I&#39;m going to be blocking him and traffic and force him to pass me on his left, in the lane that goes in front of the store.  So I continue my turn.  However, car continues to drive quickly at me, going very fast and with no intention of stopping.  He does stop as I complete my turn, and yes I was driving slowing.  When its snowy in Northern MI I drive very slow-even in a parking lot.  But I wasn&#39;t crawling.  Just not speeding around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look him like &quot;Uhh! What the heck are you doing??&quot;  and he mocks me, he pretends to be a ditzy girl on a phone.  I was sooo mad! I wanted to scream &quot;Buddy, my talking on the cell has nothing to do with you tearing around a parking lot!  Clearly I shouldn&#39;t be on the phone, but dude, its no reason to sherk responsibilty for being an A-HOLE.  I would have gone after him but his passenger was an old lady and I had this thing about old poeople.  So just stewed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had I not been on the phone, I would have done the same thing. I had the right of way since he was not there when I turned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is your blog for 2009.  Enjoy lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2009/01/soyeah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-9025372723074027330</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T11:54:24.892-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>New Music I LOVE!</title><description>I mostly do these posts because Sister Big says she likes them and it points her to new music.  These songs are all music discoveries from  listening to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pandora.com&quot;&gt;Pandora Music Network&lt;/a&gt; online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these songs listed here were found while listening to a station I created from the Twilight soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my new favorite.  Iron &amp;amp; Wine.  They did the song played during the slow dance between Bella and Edward.  The movie has a slightly more pop version than the one that appears on their album.  Both are good and I haven&#39;t heard a song by this group that I haven&#39;t loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flightless Bird:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/YzLujqRaerM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/YzLujqRaerM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my other favorite by them: Freedom Hangs like Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/UvovUwI5aZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/UvovUwI5aZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I take you to Great Lake Swimmers.  I really love this band, their soothing vocals and music just make me feel peaceful.  This is called I Saw You in the Wild, its my second favorite song by them because I couldn&#39;t find my favorite song on youtube (I Could be Nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lCP8sa4ZAjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lCP8sa4ZAjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now The Frames.  I found the song by Glen and Marketta on my Twilight Station and realized he is the same guy from the movie and soundtrack Once.  I&#39;m going to post two songs here, one from each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, by the Frames.  I really dig this song.  They are a band from Dublin and they play a great live show according to my BFF who went to see them this fall.  I also have their album Setlist (borrowed and imported thanks to my local library) and I can tell they are a great live band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Yf6vnnkcloQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Yf6vnnkcloQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best song from Once, Falling Slowly.  So beautiful and haunting and I believe it won an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally Sufjan Stevens, whom I introduced on my last music post.  He sings very mellow soothing songs and if you listen to the lyrics, many of them are about God and Jesus.  This one is In the Devil&#39;s Territory and I swear I recognize it from a movie.  Can anyone tell me which one?  I thought perhaps it was on the Juno Soundtrack but I guess not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/3YZ5xGCGY90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/3YZ5xGCGY90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-music-i-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-8638844942903409161</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T15:01:01.786-05:00</atom:updated><title>Shut Up Kennen!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm278/JudiMaloney/tombrady-1.jpg?t=1230666980&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm278/JudiMaloney/tombrady-1.jpg?t=1230666980&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’m not what you would call a true football fan. I like to sit on the couch and read a good book while I listen to my husband explain the game to our son as they watch it on tv. Logan likes to ask his daddy never-ending questions and Tom has the patience of a saint. So, it works out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brett Favre retired, my six year old son was very disappointed and had to call his Aunt Dianna to commiserate. Apparently she does follow the game and was able to grasp the importance of that phone call. I just dialed her number and went about my business of baking brownies or painting my nails. Or watching Project Runway reruns on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Logan learned that Brett signed to play with the Jets, he declared war on him and the entire team. He now despises them with a passion that I didn’t realize was possible in his sweet little soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days at work, I have been surrounded by football talk. It began when we were discussing the sadness of our home team: the Detroit Lions. They are a sad lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cnnsi.com/extramustard/images/Brett.Favre.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.cnnsi.com/extramustard/images/Brett.Favre.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then progressed to a knock-down, drag-out debate about who is the better player: Brett Favre or Tom Brady. I voted for Brett because he is cute. And because Tom Brady cheated on his baby mama. Those are really all the reasons that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the annoying guy I work with (that would be Kennen) (who only has one good eye and probably isn’t the best judge) disagrees with me and my friend and basically believes most people will as well. So I am asking you to set the record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you like better? Brett Favre or Tom Brady. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/12/shut-up-kennen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Honey Bunch/Judi maloney)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-2069584788651249172</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T16:51:06.772-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>Zombie Boogs</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDhdyRgBfe2q8HPN_ZqBq6p__A0_cbUSPMsfckU9qyV8kfMOt2Etht5RPgeNhytCXBGw9NTFC7fKpnGuOsSBfXwLdLQyQ8WWXegu2_XMhIZKncxctZfk8w1FCTRH2mbbk6MU_vRWtcBI/s1600-h/Christmas+tree2+025.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDhdyRgBfe2q8HPN_ZqBq6p__A0_cbUSPMsfckU9qyV8kfMOt2Etht5RPgeNhytCXBGw9NTFC7fKpnGuOsSBfXwLdLQyQ8WWXegu2_XMhIZKncxctZfk8w1FCTRH2mbbk6MU_vRWtcBI/s320/Christmas+tree2+025.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477437709253346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all- Happy Holidays to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, just thought I&#39;d share that Boogs has been suspended from daycare because of his craving for human flesh.   He has become a biter.  My nephew says he has the T-virus and be careful, and indeed a Toddler Zombie Apocalypse would be the worst kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he is free of the T-virus and is just using the biting as an outlet for his crabbiness since his dad has been kidnapped by Santa Clause and been forced to make toys 6 days a week.  And what I mean, is he is a slave to retail so he hasn&#39;t been home and I have been extra crabby and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Boogs got the boot, we had to find alternate daycare.  Enters Uncle Tom, who happened to be available the week before and after Christmas.  So now Boogs goes to Uncle Tom&#39;s every day.  I thought this was a short term fix, allowing Boogs a little one on one attention that would calm his craving for human flesh.  But I&#39;m afraid it will backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when ever I talk to Boogs about going back to school his answer is always, &quot;No, Uncle Tom&#39;s house.&quot; He likes going to Uncle Tom&#39;s so much I&#39;m afraid he&#39;ll be like the homeless person committing minor infractions to be thrown into the big house for 3 meals and a bed.  Only he&#39;ll bite some poor kid and Uncle Tom won&#39;t be available and then who knows what I&#39;ll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that&#39;s what&#39;s up with the Sassy Family.  Hope all is well with you-enjoy the holidays and your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you haven&#39;t visited Amazon.com for free holiday music downloads, do it now.  There are a lot of really fun and cool bands on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/12/zombie-boogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDhdyRgBfe2q8HPN_ZqBq6p__A0_cbUSPMsfckU9qyV8kfMOt2Etht5RPgeNhytCXBGw9NTFC7fKpnGuOsSBfXwLdLQyQ8WWXegu2_XMhIZKncxctZfk8w1FCTRH2mbbk6MU_vRWtcBI/s72-c/Christmas+tree2+025.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-7902964384844068125</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T11:47:08.175-05:00</atom:updated><title>Well I feel like a Dilweed</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=777364216-10122008&gt;When I was talking  about Twilight I made the comment that Jacob was a fresh faced kid who had been  recruited off the rez.&amp;nbsp; I SWEAR I heard that, like, on NPR or  something.&amp;nbsp; I probably should have done my research though.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=777364216-10122008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=777364216-10122008&gt;Apparently Taylor  was the same boy from Sharkboy and Lava Girl and has been acting for  years.&amp;nbsp; Didn&#39;t live on a reservation but may have been&amp;nbsp;chosen during  the casting call for Native Actors last January.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know.&amp;nbsp;  Anyway, wanted to put that out there so people didn&#39;t think I was a total  moron.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-i-feel-like-dilweed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-3406033600898320440</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T21:14:57.361-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">No See Tv</category><title>You Know Its Bad When...</title><description>You find the soundtrack commentary of a movie more riveting than the movie itself.  I had the misfortune of watching Queen of the Damned... something I saw when it first came out, but forgot that it was pretty bad so rented it again (calm down, I only spent .50).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie may have been fine if it had done a decent job of following Ann Rice&#39;s story, but it didn&#39;t.  You could tell it didn&#39;t when the guy from Linkin Park tried very hard to say something nice about the movie but could only come up with &quot;In the movie Lestat is a Rock Star and that&#39;s what it was like in the book...&quot;  Yep, that&#39;s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I hated most was that they had Marius as his maker and got the Marius character all wrong.  And they made Jessie a big dork as well as having Lestat make Jessie, and I think it was Mael who did it after she nearly died at the concert.  But I&#39;m fuzzy on that one, its been years since I&#39;ve read it but I think it may have been my favorite in the Vampire Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, it had a great &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forsaken_%28Korn%29&quot;&gt;soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;.    The dude from Korn did it and because he couldn&#39;t sing because of some contractual issues, he had his musical peer group do it for him.  And Aaliya sure did have a wicked cool walk as Akasha, the Queen.  Here&#39;s a clip, but be warned --near the end she rips the heart of the vampire out and eats it.  ...But not in a scary way... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ojfbNnAsbwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ojfbNnAsbwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books into movies are seldom as good as the original thing.  Another book into movie I thought sucked bad was Golden Compass.  Just plain bad, they changed things with no discernible motivation for doing so and they ended the movie just before the book&#39;s climax.  Weird.   If you&#39;ve read the book, don&#39;t waste your time on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one movie that I thought was better than the book was Practical Magic.  This is one of my favorite movies of all time.    Its about sisters, love, overcoming the past and kicking evil ass!  The soundtrack was excellent as well, see below for a great Stevie Nicks/Sheryl Crow song.  But the book...forgettable.  I remember finishing reading it after I saw the movie and thinking how much better the movie was.  There are scenes that still give me chills, a gazillions times of watching later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I ranting about movies right now?  Because Boogs is nearly asleep on the couch after having puked twice, I&#39;m sitting in the dark when I need to be working on Christmas gifts for this weekend and I have to go potty really bad but am afraid the moment I do will happen to coincide with the third bout of puking.  So I&#39;m trying to distract myself.  Hopefully I didn&#39;t distract you from anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Stevie Nicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lppPiUyIyt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lppPiUyIyt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-its-bad-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-1940251046185009842</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T09:00:42.094-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dinner Time and the Working Mom</category><title>Helping a Sister Out</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not the cookiest of sisters.  I know how to do basics, but my kitchen is sorely lacking in kitchen type equipment and I&#39;ve not had very many occassions to make any special or big meals.  But since Jim now has the job with hours from hell, we now find ourselves alone on the holidays with me as the sole cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself with a Turkey, and no real clue how to actually cook it.  I mean, I have a general idea, but I really want it to taste good.  Winging it may not do the trick.  Plus my $3 pan just confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered and looking for a consistant turkey cooking how to&#39;s on the net, I logged into Facebook and declared my ineptness.  And guess who came to the rescue?  &lt;a href=&quot;http://a2eatwrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-tales.html&quot;&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;! She kindly offered me a phone call and a quick &quot;how to&quot; session to get me cooking with confidence.  Thanks Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also emailed me a recipe for gravy, which I know will be uber helpful and very tasty.  Jim loves his gravy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I&#39;m trying something i saw on Biggest Loser this week.   It was Rocco&#39;s recipe, who I&#39;m guessing is a Food Network guy, but not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Healthy Version - Heba&lt;/h3&gt;                              &lt;p class=&quot;recipe&quot;&gt;2 tsp Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 cups celery, chopped&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces figs, approx. 20 figs&lt;br /&gt;3 cups onions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons thyme&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons marjoram&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon sage&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. Jennie-O Turkey italian  sausage, browned  (remove from casings)&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. Ezekial Whole Grain bread crumbs cubes for stuffing&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;16 ounces low sodium chicken broth&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;p&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;2. Sauté celery and onions in olive oil, add browned sausage and all the seasonings.  Simmer three minutes.  &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;3. Put bread cubes in a large bowl. Add the beaten egg and egg whites. Stir in sautéed vegetables, parsley and figs. Add enough of the chicken broth to moisten. Season to taste with salt and pepper. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;4. Transfer stuffing to prepared baking dish.    Cover baking dish with foil. &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;5. Bake stuffing 25 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;6. Remove foil; turn oven up to 375 and bake stuffing until top begins to brown, about 10 minutes longer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;So, good luck to all the turkey makers out there, and stop by &lt;a href=&quot;http://a2eatwrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-tales.html&quot;&gt;Jen&#39;s blog &lt;/a&gt;to read about her 24 pounder ;)  Thanks Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/11/helping-sister-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-5977634540576616785</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T20:59:09.736-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><title>Twilight!</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://cache.reelzchannel.com/assets/content/article/Twilight_CastBB.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 325px;&quot; src=&quot;http://cache.reelzchannel.com/assets/content/article/Twilight_CastBB.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the husband and I traveled down to Ft. Wayne to get our broke down car, then back to MI to spend some time with my family.  Sister Redd and Sister Big had a nice little get together organized, Sister Aquanetta came over and we had a little early Christmas.  It was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the party and put the exhausted over stimulated kiddos to bed we headed out to watch the much anticipated Twilight.  We both read the series and LOVED it.  LOOOOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pretty low expectations for the movie.  I mean, Cedric Diggory is Edward Cullen?  Come on.  And Rosalie looked ALL wrong.  Not to mention that Jasper looked like something out of a weird Johnny Dep movie (I don&#39;t know which one).  Besides, in the one trailer I saw I felt like Bella&#39;s acting was not so great and...so I wasn&#39;t expecting much.  Add that to the little Facebook review from my Cousin-in-law that she was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that low expectation was why I loved it so much!  Like LOOOOOVED it!  I loved the books but I was all about Team Jacob.  I just had a hard time &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; Bella and Edward&#39;s relationship.  It seemed so... intangible to me.  I understood and felt more compelled by her relationship with Jacob (through most of the books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason in the movie I could see the draw, the chemistry and pull they had toward each other much more than the book.  Not that I lack imagination, just I think they did a good job with the directing/acting I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Jacob was great.  He had only a small part, but I found his acting fresh and real.  Of course he&#39;s a boy plucked right off the rez, since there aren&#39;t many young native actors out there, so he couldn&#39;t be anything but fresh.  I&#39;m really looking forward to seeing more of him in New Moon, which they have already bought the rights for and are getting ready for production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cullens looked...fine.  They all looked like they were originally dark haired, dark skinned people wearing too much white face paint and bad blond wigs.  And, whats up with Jasper&#39;s hair?  Seriously.  Besides Jasper doesn&#39;t utter a word in the movie...unless I missed it completely.  Of course he may not utter a word in the first book anyway now that I think about it.  It has been a few months since I read that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice was totally cute and I think I found Emmet the hottest of all the vamps...except for James, who I found pretty hot.  But evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://costumzee.com/view/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/edwards.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 324px;&quot; src=&quot;http://costumzee.com/view/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/edwards.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I really loved the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Just remembered which Johnny Dep movie! Jasper looks like the blond twin of Edward Scissorhands.  Don&#39;t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-9018697588690457814</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T17:51:45.227-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><title>Apparently I Cannot Be Trusted</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; id=&quot;:37&quot; class=&quot;ArwC7c ckChnd&quot;&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;I cannot blog about  all the crazy things I can&#39;t be trusted about.  Just that through my  infinity thoughtlessness, I accidentally spill secrets.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;For instance, person  number 1, we&#39;ll call him Martin, tells me that he has gotten a moonlighting job  at the local Dunkin Donuts making donuts.  He doesn&#39;t want anyone to know  because he&#39;s embarrassed that he has to stoop to such a place as Dunking  donuts.  I say, &quot;no biggie, I won&#39;t say anything&quot; and go on my merry  way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Weeks pass and I&#39;m  walking past Dunkin Donuts with my friends Louise, we&#39;re chit chatting about how  we love their ooey gooey special chocolate donut and wondering how many Weight  Watcher points it would be.  I exclaim in a moment of short sighted  brilliance that Martin can tell us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Louise looks oddly  at me and asks, &quot;why would Martin know?&quot;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;My eyes widen  and suck in my breath sharply, realizing I just told Louise that Martin is  making donuts on the graveyard shift.  I swear Louise to secrecy, even  though she thinks donut making is a perfectly respectable side job, or main job  even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then, to make it  worse, Martin has this big meeting, Martin is uber nervous about it, pacing  hallways and mumbling to himself- nervous.  While Martin is at his  meeting Louise walks in and asks if I know how it went.  Just then I get a  text from Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&quot;Lets See!&#39;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I say  reading the text aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It didn&#39;t go  well.  I&#39;m really upset. Feel like I&#39;m having a panic attack.   I&#39;m heading to the hospital.  Please keep this between us-&quot;... I look up  at Louise wide eyed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...Oops&quot; I  stutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise looks at me  and shakes her head.  Again, I find myself swearing her to secrecy.   How do I get myself into things like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/11/apparently-i-cannot-be-trusted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-3501556044148452149</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T18:47:34.220-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health Schmealth</category><title>You&#39;re Kidding Me, Right?!!</title><description>&lt;div id=&quot;:3o&quot; class=&quot;ArwC7c ckChnd&quot;&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=245290d710&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11db6aff0f0b0309&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw&quot; height=&quot;600&quot; width=&quot;550&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;That is what  I shrieked when I weighed in and they told me I was down nearly a  pound.  I was loud, shrill and am sure I didn&#39;t sound pretty at all.   I probably made an ugly face too.  My co-worker that went with me chuckled,  the lady who was weighing me offered to change it to reflect a gain if I wanted,  but I declined. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Its silly how little  I know about what I&#39;m eating when I don&#39;t follow the rules.  I just guess  and do my best but am always anxiety ridden when I go to step on.  If I  would just follow the plan I&#39;d be golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And now, because I  lost a certain amount, I lost another food point.  This means I have less  room to cheat and fall off the wagon...no wiggle room if I find myself passed  out against the wall covered in turkey and gravy next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore  I must workout.  I need to get my butt out of bed so I can run and earn  myself more food.  Run to eat.  Maybe I should get a carrot to hang in  front of my face. Funny, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;But I feel good  about the loss, and I know I feel better when I run so I just need to do it.  Running makes me feel like Rainbow Bright on crack.  Obnoxiously  happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you know what?   I am finally within 5-9 lbs of weighing less than or equal to my  JimmyEatWorld.  I say less than or equal to because I&#39;m not sure how much  Jim weighs anymore.  He better not have lost weight because I&#39;m telling  you, when I weigh less than Jim I am throwing a serious party.  It&#39;ll be  the&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Weigh Less than Jim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;party!  It may be the first time in our history that I weigh less than him,  except for maybe when I first met him, but he was skinnier then than now, so  maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I go I  have something less fluffy on my mind.  How many of us hate our  bodies?  And how many of us have daughters?  And how many of us  degrade our bodies in front of our daughters?  I don&#39;t, because I don&#39;t  have daughters, but I also don&#39;t do it in front of my sons.  I don&#39;t want  them to think its ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard on NPR  today that 53% of 4th grade girls say they hate their bodies.  With  all the messages around them saying they don&#39;t look good enough, their mothers  shouldn&#39;t add to that, even if they are only degrading their own  body.  Mothers are their role model, they set the  stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was stranded  in Ft. Wayne I had quite a bit of time to read the book The Uglies by Scott  Westerfield.  Its about an America of the future where you have massive  plastic surgery to make you &quot;Pretty&quot; and perfect.  People eat what ever  they want and don&#39;t think about being fat because they know when they turn  16 they&#39;ll be pretty. Afterwards there are pills to purge the calories  they eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls in  the book find an old fashion magazine from our time (300 years prior, I  think-they call our period &quot;the Rusties&quot;) they see a very skinny girl who looks  almost like a &quot;Pretty&quot; but too skinny.  They determine that she must have  the disease they learned about in school where people don&#39;t eat because they  thought they were fat.  They were horrified at the picture and proof of  this disease because they couldn&#39;t imagine that such a thing ever  existed.  They thought their teacher made it up to make the Rusties seem  more crazy and sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how wonderful  would it be if we could be horrified at the thought of eating disorders  existing.  Nice huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don&#39;t get me wrong.  The land of the  Pretties is not all great, it has its sinister side too.  Like what happens  when one girl decides she doesn&#39;t want to turn pretty. You&#39;ll have to read  to find out what happens when she goes against the  grain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-kidding-me-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-5830728473730565656</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T18:02:52.882-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health Schmealth</category><title>Crash, Tumble...Groan...Ugh...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIg2uneybdlCzTAJOpbLHon9Z4U5cmWVskEsCUyxbDl4xec7zhqwE0c0ixHi9sndZ3O5lI0Dp9eGM-O3sosupzUikwRsLihlbzhgvaYHPeL9Wrw6qJnDr5ZZsBtVMZvdOgN-XaQDEodj0/s1600-h/wagon.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIg2uneybdlCzTAJOpbLHon9Z4U5cmWVskEsCUyxbDl4xec7zhqwE0c0ixHi9sndZ3O5lI0Dp9eGM-O3sosupzUikwRsLihlbzhgvaYHPeL9Wrw6qJnDr5ZZsBtVMZvdOgN-XaQDEodj0/s320/wagon.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269765585994502242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Thats me after I fell of  the horse, or wagon, or broke down Aveo fondly known as &quot;the orange  car&quot;.  Fell off hard onto a ground cushioned with cookies, donuts and  mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;These last few weeks have  been pretty bad eating and exercising wise.  I like to blame things on  other things.  Sprinkle it around so I can have some excuse other than  the fact that I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;so here are the many  excuses I&#39;ve been rehearsing for my next weigh in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;1. Election party.  I  was so excited that I just ate cookies and chips all night long!  Its  one time in 4 years, how do you expect me not to eat cookies and  chips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;2. Weekend away with my  BFF!  I had to eat out, I tried to choose smartly, but every  outing with her since we were 14 has included large quantities of  candy.  And I mean large.  And together we find ourselves hiding  the goodies so we don&#39;t keep eating ourselves sick.  The only  thing is that she&#39;s skinny and pregnant and can get away with it.  I can&#39;t.  GRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;3. The last day of my  weekend away began with Orange Car falling apart.  Seriously, I don&#39;t know  what any of this means but this is what happened.   Tensioner broke off, spun the broken serpentine belt into the timing which  went all wacky and blew the valves in the engine.  Apparently there was no  cover on the timing.  The mechanic guy said he&#39;s never seen anything like  that before.  So I was stranded at Firestone all day Monday  eating Dove chocolate, reading Uglies and feeling pretty sorry for  myself.  Good news is that even though we are 1000 miles over  warranty, the guy was able to get it covered.  Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;4. No groceries in the  house because I spent all my money trying to fix a car that is still sitting in  Ft. Wayne.    That leaves a lot of full fat, not good for you  things like hot dogs and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;5. I&#39;m too damn lazy to get  my ass out of bed to run, when my tired running ass is running beside my warm  cozy bed with my husband in it-its just too much.  Bed, treadmill, bed,  treadmill....bed....This morning I did choose treadmill though.  Go  me.  (eye roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;But really, its because I  didn&#39;t plan and I can&#39;t make excuses.  I just need to do it, and stop being  stupid and exercise some self control.  We did get some groceries last  night and that makes me happy, I had salad for lunch...and some really yummy  chocolate cookie bar I didn&#39;t mean to eat.  And hopefully I won&#39;t fall  further off the wagon when I feed the homeless their nighttime snack of Root  Beer floats tonight.  ...Must not partake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;731204019-17112008&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Oh well, at least I ran  this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/11/crash-tumblegroanugh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIg2uneybdlCzTAJOpbLHon9Z4U5cmWVskEsCUyxbDl4xec7zhqwE0c0ixHi9sndZ3O5lI0Dp9eGM-O3sosupzUikwRsLihlbzhgvaYHPeL9Wrw6qJnDr5ZZsBtVMZvdOgN-XaQDEodj0/s72-c/wagon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-1820196240116438890</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T11:51:29.392-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">artsy fartsy</category><title>Head Games with Sassy</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;If you read this &lt;a href=&quot;http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/wwwrescuesassycom.html&quot;&gt;post,&lt;/a&gt; then you know that I worry about keeping the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;kidlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; busy during the long Northern Michigan winter.  Not a ton to do in our little town in the winter, aside from winter sports, and because I live in a shoe box I&#39;ve been worried about our social structure degrading into crazed cabin fevered cannibals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&#39;ve been trying to come up with projects and I decided to do one that is dear to my heart.  Heads.  Remember how I love to do &lt;a href=&quot;http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-job-sassy-wants-to-be-head-case.html&quot;&gt;head&lt;/a&gt;?  Why not do heads with the boys? ! Light bulb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered what pathetic magazines I had, which turned out to be a stack of Inc magazines and a hodgepodge of Parents/Parenting/Baby Talk and other mama freebies.  Not the greatest for finding good bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and I have done heads since high school, and from years of doing heads I&#39;ve discovered you find the best bodies in entertainment/Fashion magazines and such.  If you want some great heads to use I like Newsweek and Time for that, lots of politicians and world leaders.  I still remember one of ours from the early 90&#39;s that had George Bush Sr. presenting a shy sweet Bill Clinton with a flower.  One of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Boogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; were inducted into the illustrious Sassy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;past time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; of Heads and they rose to the occasion.  They had fun, I had fun and we created something fun.  I used their heads and and the heads of my best friend&#39;s two boys.  We used what ever bodies I could find in my sad magazine stack.  Where were Honey Bunches old People Magazines when I needed them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we do Heads we&#39;ll have Logan over and use his head to create some fun scenes.  See below for their big fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCqkD4D-WV9xjtcK-kwVW5XqWifSLqtRUJlOqQ8UIApQTnWZH87T-CZ16XcTWFIOqWpYrSh6yI9Rp88GRcbUoNVWaBiM05lpoAjjD1qBE26cwMB0mMRQ0xTE1BE7rCusBzKKBgAMhiCs/s1600-h/art+009.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCqkD4D-WV9xjtcK-kwVW5XqWifSLqtRUJlOqQ8UIApQTnWZH87T-CZ16XcTWFIOqWpYrSh6yI9Rp88GRcbUoNVWaBiM05lpoAjjD1qBE26cwMB0mMRQ0xTE1BE7rCusBzKKBgAMhiCs/s400/art+009.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269298079441787522&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRb0UFpJNwqvmz_z_5GBsZZ8tmZO_ubxHgImt_NOzGWWD4sk1o4Ov4-quwXgzltctFpeCbWmfEkzukPyA6LcUQsBIU3fV4TD_fmqVAtFzt65MSjl6WIBKD_8aOV5K_AftRJZIcYWoLZI/s1600-h/art+010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRb0UFpJNwqvmz_z_5GBsZZ8tmZO_ubxHgImt_NOzGWWD4sk1o4Ov4-quwXgzltctFpeCbWmfEkzukPyA6LcUQsBIU3fV4TD_fmqVAtFzt65MSjl6WIBKD_8aOV5K_AftRJZIcYWoLZI/s400/art+010.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269298093725823842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_hPkduEN81_gi6NixkD-Xg8FxcJntMB7rSJgwBJFrDxC0OCoT5Y38Asasoq8wEjxqlzzNUCeaVk5iu1fqjhZW4UfhAL5huuek6oKmaPHdbkkzmzj1mSsubpTzhyTzKEpkUNxc9pJRcQ/s1600-h/art+012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_hPkduEN81_gi6NixkD-Xg8FxcJntMB7rSJgwBJFrDxC0OCoT5Y38Asasoq8wEjxqlzzNUCeaVk5iu1fqjhZW4UfhAL5huuek6oKmaPHdbkkzmzj1mSsubpTzhyTzKEpkUNxc9pJRcQ/s400/art+012.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269298101023609362&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far today, Sassy Family: 1 Cannibals: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt;-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/11/head-games-with-sassy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCqkD4D-WV9xjtcK-kwVW5XqWifSLqtRUJlOqQ8UIApQTnWZH87T-CZ16XcTWFIOqWpYrSh6yI9Rp88GRcbUoNVWaBiM05lpoAjjD1qBE26cwMB0mMRQ0xTE1BE7rCusBzKKBgAMhiCs/s72-c/art+009.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-430302977690909190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T06:03:20.893-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tales from the Cult</category><title>Halloween Morning Musings</title><description>I know I was going to pick a winner for the music and feelings contest, and I still promise too, but I need to just wait until after Halloween and things calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween isn&#39;t something I grew up celebrating, because of the cult you know.  During school parties you&#39;d find us sitting outside the office coloring something.  It was the devils holiday so we would turn our lights off and refuse the persistent trick or treater candy.  .  And Every now and then we&#39;d get tp&#39;ed.  But oh well, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I could care less about the candy or the going door to door.  That didn&#39;t really appeal to me either way.  But more than anything what I wanted to do was dress up.  I wanted to be someone else for a night, to pretend and look glamorous or exotic.  But  no.  By the time we exited our cult I was too old to try to get away with dressing up unless I was lucky enough to be invited to a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&#39;m not letting that stop me this year.  I don&#39;t care, I&#39;m dressing up.  I was going to wear an old boring renaissance dress but in the middle of the night I decided that I&#39;m going to go as a Hogwarts Witch.  I have a cape that I have safety pinned the Hogwarts School Banner to, I have witchy shoes, I have Hogwarts socks (Slytherin and Griffindor, I hoping to find a matching pair but if I only find one of each then I&#39;ll just be a confused Hogwarts witch).  I even have a broom and Scabbers the Rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are being Batman and Robin and Jim is going as a super foxy Vampire.  Yum!  Sorry if that just made you throw up in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just got my hair cut for the first time in a year.  The last time I got it cut was during the infamous hair show that left Sister HB fuming.  I stuck around and got a great do with awesome color, but I didn&#39;t keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went in and had the girl there do whatever she felt like.  I really dig this chick, I would totally make her be friends with me!  She lives kind of far away or I would try to trick her into coming over one day.  Not that I have to force all my friends into an unwilling friendship, I just find people sometimes don&#39;t have the time to make new friends...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here&#39;s my hair and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQ8c9l2VAcCBlmFbQDcH8giEuWKX7gnqCRR1lO_YfIuI_OlVuTcJawd_6GObPcHKy4lRDDJpp1Jre7c8rexQTcbmEwEYuhVYLsmGrJQ2YCRSKwlUxIat4TroIAjuy2PCvWCb3xf1VNkw/s1600-h/Hair+001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQ8c9l2VAcCBlmFbQDcH8giEuWKX7gnqCRR1lO_YfIuI_OlVuTcJawd_6GObPcHKy4lRDDJpp1Jre7c8rexQTcbmEwEYuhVYLsmGrJQ2YCRSKwlUxIat4TroIAjuy2PCvWCb3xf1VNkw/s400/Hair+001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263255807829749794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-morning-musings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQ8c9l2VAcCBlmFbQDcH8giEuWKX7gnqCRR1lO_YfIuI_OlVuTcJawd_6GObPcHKy4lRDDJpp1Jre7c8rexQTcbmEwEYuhVYLsmGrJQ2YCRSKwlUxIat4TroIAjuy2PCvWCb3xf1VNkw/s72-c/Hair+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-8907804453193555019</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T08:36:11.238-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>Contest!!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;&#39;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.quoteworld.org/quotes/711&quot;&gt;&quot;Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.&quot;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title=&quot;Berthold Auerbach&quot; href=&quot;http://www.quoteworld.org/authors/berthold_auerbach&quot;&gt;Berthold Auerbach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this quote, It reminds me of when I was a teenager, standing in church and feeling muddled and hopeless about my boyfriend, who was a psycho. Dating a psycho causes much muddleness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;by the way. Everything seemed to be in shambles and I was feeling an awful depressed funk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until we began singing Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens. Something about that song just washed everything away and I felt noticeably lighter. It changed my mood completely. It washed my funk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later before walking down the aisle to wed darling Jim, I held hands with my two best friends and sang the song Closer to Fine by the Indigo Girls. Singing that calmed me and gave me the peace I needed to go down that aisle without being a mess of nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I gravitate toward music that speaks to me during my current phases of life. It gives me food for thought, it lifts me up or commiserates in misery with me. Music is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now to the contest. I have recently download about 15 new songs that I really like. You&#39;ll find some of them on this &lt;a href=&quot;http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-songs-saturday.html&quot;&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and if you like the feel of the music, then please consider entering my new contest. Although I have the distinct feeling that Sister HB would say they make her want to slit her writs. But let me tell you, there will be some very fun and uplifting Regina Spektor songs in the mix, so don&#39;t worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter all you need to do is write in the comments about a moment when music helped you, healed you, hurt you, or inspired you to do something amazing. Tell me your most interesting story about music. I&#39;ll leave this open for a week, and then I&#39;ll go through and choose a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/contest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-6354471954551984331</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-19T10:04:54.259-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">artsy fartsy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Northern Michigan</category><title>Saturday Exploring</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from where &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Boogs&lt;/span&gt; goes to school, its about 2 miles from our home.  Nice view seems slightly wasted on a daycare-but hey, here there are nice views everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lFoRtFPdIblV8DHxTjuwO3At_G9xM5w71y1iT5P61zNcaNNHNf9izy-D4iGekLPX4_Bei63BnFC2rdhgEwaJIFMTinoblZ1l9E_cUgQsAiWHAs3sfe0hdfhitw3PZe-_4WqVDOxGIUg/s1600-h/Exploring+008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lFoRtFPdIblV8DHxTjuwO3At_G9xM5w71y1iT5P61zNcaNNHNf9izy-D4iGekLPX4_Bei63BnFC2rdhgEwaJIFMTinoblZ1l9E_cUgQsAiWHAs3sfe0hdfhitw3PZe-_4WqVDOxGIUg/s400/Exploring+008.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258861072936856546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After taking the above shot, we headed downtown to the Farmers Market and spent our only cash on a bag of tiny little apples that were perfect for kids.  Then we headed across the street to the marina.  Here is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Boogs&lt;/span&gt; looking for fish.  We saw a GIANT one swimming by, that in my opinion, looked a little mean.  I wouldn&#39;t want to swim with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcz9nG4m0i1shs35I-ZpUDjRAauL9cDR9Oi29IkP0WfhXi3NrsDZYJu-TG2aHP1iXoTVLHvDBeA8p36QRdG0UbjYVALDLfhyDoKdIUk5jzTb4665emuZewDIiwaLhGD-PFblY_orT9-8/s1600-h/Exploring+027.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcz9nG4m0i1shs35I-ZpUDjRAauL9cDR9Oi29IkP0WfhXi3NrsDZYJu-TG2aHP1iXoTVLHvDBeA8p36QRdG0UbjYVALDLfhyDoKdIUk5jzTb4665emuZewDIiwaLhGD-PFblY_orT9-8/s400/Exploring+027.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258861077963808194&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we walked down to one of our favorite little beaches.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Boogs&lt;/span&gt; thought it was funny to kick the water and nearly fall in.  When Jim stopped them, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Boogs&lt;/span&gt; threw himself in the sand in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1EXSHGeFYa78Wg5ddRX0P-kH7AT1NpqDT2TdCho1GEz9TOhjL39ipP6ylR3TbqMtPTBvztcl-vc_6iNWfj1yLEdI_b-D7MjheePTgl-zwVD2K57ChJ3bRx0pTOOnbRcz4PreVYmDgPk/s1600-h/Exploring+051.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1EXSHGeFYa78Wg5ddRX0P-kH7AT1NpqDT2TdCho1GEz9TOhjL39ipP6ylR3TbqMtPTBvztcl-vc_6iNWfj1yLEdI_b-D7MjheePTgl-zwVD2K57ChJ3bRx0pTOOnbRcz4PreVYmDgPk/s400/Exploring+051.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258861083084993346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards we attempted to take some pictures.  They didn&#39;t cooperate with the smiling and looking at the camera, but finally with the promise of skittles, I got them to both at least look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_42a_AOoFAuyVu7KcPN0j1C5jC5ZDuKWNg5zKhLHqkdg6ZYPss8jC46IuwRpLMtnDsERU9DmeSTjREj5nKwEEfIODuruwOKIWQSaSr4oIhYS4KQnrI1518Lu7jPFYXutNk4e0gMOM0C0/s1600-h/Exploring+078.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_42a_AOoFAuyVu7KcPN0j1C5jC5ZDuKWNg5zKhLHqkdg6ZYPss8jC46IuwRpLMtnDsERU9DmeSTjREj5nKwEEfIODuruwOKIWQSaSr4oIhYS4KQnrI1518Lu7jPFYXutNk4e0gMOM0C0/s400/Exploring+078.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258861085652304338&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, after nap we went exploring at the Historic Barns by the old State Hospital.  Jim found a track and they were intently trying to discover what sort of animal left it.  Kindred decided it was a fox, then walked over to a hole next to the fire hydrant and declared that one as belonging to an elephant.  That made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlpgb__jzreOuCnnmb1X2w7VL08eGm7xbCD15CILVpvbhSKwX4G37kalJ_9VKJxEkajL2gwvcKnkqS2lMUuhA4aIT2COXIQG3p0_vyyy8Ae-Qaqxir61ZhfVM11em-XP1oEFB3ZPwlYs/s1600-h/Exploring+125.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlpgb__jzreOuCnnmb1X2w7VL08eGm7xbCD15CILVpvbhSKwX4G37kalJ_9VKJxEkajL2gwvcKnkqS2lMUuhA4aIT2COXIQG3p0_vyyy8Ae-Qaqxir61ZhfVM11em-XP1oEFB3ZPwlYs/s400/Exploring+125.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258861094317119634&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in three weeks that Jim has actually been home on the weekend.  So we try to make the best of it by enjoying the beautiful fall day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0m8aTdeVabErfomISYdptCny_d-BWDPuDJyR6f4Zg68xdznHg4u8eGs6-jstUS5-xxGv-5ZnkdAjp9DXjvy7WmtUCi4vyOx4KdpAE0PeebW6Auzbs-BA6hPXsdQjC63cfCsM7Glqokss/s1600-h/Exploring+135.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0m8aTdeVabErfomISYdptCny_d-BWDPuDJyR6f4Zg68xdznHg4u8eGs6-jstUS5-xxGv-5ZnkdAjp9DXjvy7WmtUCi4vyOx4KdpAE0PeebW6Auzbs-BA6hPXsdQjC63cfCsM7Glqokss/s400/Exploring+135.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258863550789003282&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is a little pool near a creek that we stopped at.  This is just before &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Boogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walked right into the creek, falling into the water up to his thighs.  He cried and asked for a towel, which we didn&#39;t have.  We had been walking for about 15 minutes at that point, so I took out &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Kiki&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; fleece coat and turned them into makeshift pants, then we &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;trekked&lt;/span&gt; back to the car.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnerX301ISEhtkR4XU1D5a9M5KogVHExmLw-cs1oQyKB8DfKSS_EtAkcHsxnm5PEYK7jQDxyf2u15MW-MzKCelRdBWDBV_Ou7-6melwpMk-naDmN3lfd8rcyJ8gx1s7LMl7ODDXZqPCY/s1600-h/Exploring+153.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnerX301ISEhtkR4XU1D5a9M5KogVHExmLw-cs1oQyKB8DfKSS_EtAkcHsxnm5PEYK7jQDxyf2u15MW-MzKCelRdBWDBV_Ou7-6melwpMk-naDmN3lfd8rcyJ8gx1s7LMl7ODDXZqPCY/s400/Exploring+153.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258863565534659602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting new pants, socks, and shoes we went to the park by our home and had some last minute fun.  On the way home we detoured, rented &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Incredibles&lt;/span&gt; and Iron Man and I made dinner for the boys.  Jim and I were looking forward to a juicy hamburger, but as I began cooking I discovered we had no burger.  So I quick made the boys food, went to the store and gathered stuff for Sundaes.  When I got back they had Chocolate &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; Rice Dream with caramel sauce, with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Reeses&lt;/span&gt; Cereal, Gummy Bears, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Reeses&lt;/span&gt; Pieces.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man was excellent, the burger that we ate, with rice cheese, was excellent, my Coke Zero was Excellent and spending time with Jim for once was the most excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;everyone&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; weekend was just as fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-exploring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lFoRtFPdIblV8DHxTjuwO3At_G9xM5w71y1iT5P61zNcaNNHNf9izy-D4iGekLPX4_Bei63BnFC2rdhgEwaJIFMTinoblZ1l9E_cUgQsAiWHAs3sfe0hdfhitw3PZe-_4WqVDOxGIUg/s72-c/Exploring+008.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-2676717089833183550</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T20:24:19.537-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><title>Tell No One</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/images/t/tell-no-one.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/images/t/tell-no-one.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;I recently saw this movie at our quaint and beautifully restored downtown theater.  I had learned about this film, like I learn about almost everything I know about, from NPR.  They were doing a review of it and talked about how, although this is a French film, that it has caused quite a following.  This is unique in that Americans as a mass are not known for their &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; of foreign films.  Its notoriously difficult for a foreign film to do well.  This film was a blockbuster all over Europe in 2006 and took until recently to get US play.  I&#39;m SO glad I was able to see &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; in the theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise is as follows.  French doctor&#39;s wife is murdered then out of the blue, 8 years later, he gets an email from a women who looks like her on a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt; video.  She warns him to &quot;tell no one&quot;.  Hence the title.  The rest of the film follows him trying to discover the details of her death, uncovering some secrets, and trying to outrun the different people chasing him as he tries to unravel the email and figure whether his wife is alive, or if its a cruel trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was excellent!  Its mystery, suspense and will even cause you to laugh out loud.  At one part Jim and I actually cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go see it or rent it.  Its probably one of the better movies I&#39;ve seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me about little gems you&#39;ve discovered that you think are under appreciated films.  I have a bare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; queue that needs some attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/tell-no-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-5965815127628508909</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-06T08:25:36.462-04:00</atom:updated><title>www.rescuesassy.com</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Winter is a coming and I  live in a shoebox.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Jim works the most during  these next couple of months and with the weather outside being frightful as it  moves into November...I&#39;m going to need some serious help.&amp;nbsp; What is one to  do with two VERY active boys who live with you in a shoebox?&amp;nbsp; Seriously, If  I don&#39;t come up with sanity saving ideas, we just might end up eating each  other, and although Boogs is plenty meaty... Kiki just doesn&#39;t look very  satisfying.&amp;nbsp; Sigh....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;So, the place I live  doesn&#39;t have any Kids Gyms or stuff like that, we basically have a Burger King  playland and snow.&amp;nbsp; If I had more space I&#39;d organize play group weekends or  have stations of fun stuff.&amp;nbsp; But I don&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; Here are the few ideas I do  have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;1. Children&#39;s Museum  pass.&amp;nbsp; I think this is $75 and I&#39;m not sure I want to spend that much, plus  with two of them by myself..not sure how easy it would be to chorale  them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;2. Saturday Morning  Matinee.&amp;nbsp; Our local old timey theater plays children&#39;s movies Saturday  mornings for .25.&amp;nbsp; We do this almost every week except when the movie is  scary, like Spiderwyk and Beetlejuice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;3. Eat each other.&amp;nbsp; I  have BBQ sauce and a slow cooker.&amp;nbsp; This one is my last  resort.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=305371312-06102008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;So, what are some ideas for  the space challenged shut ins?&amp;nbsp; I need help, or &lt;A  href=&quot;http://random-ashlee.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Ashlee&lt;/A&gt; just might discover a family  of half eaten Sassy&#39;s living in her basement after  all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/wwwrescuesassycom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-868315461540962361</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T10:47:37.675-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>New Songs Saturday!</title><description>Hi all.  The hiatus here has obviously extended beyond Summer.  The weather has changed and now I&#39;m busier than ever!  How does that happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I&#39;d take some time to share some great new songs I&#39;ve recently downloaded, discovered via &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/www.pandora.com&quot;&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad World by Alex Parker.  This is a fan video made from Buffy the Vampire Slayer footage and I picked it because I LOVE  THIS SERIES!! SO good, so funny and so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/isOJaS5fj_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/isOJaS5fj_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go-Frou Frou. This is a Final Fantasy Video, I just picked it at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/iGx9UWDjC6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/iGx9UWDjC6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this Go on Forever-Snow Patrol.  And an X-Files video, another show I LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/aTwgqIQlqJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/aTwgqIQlqJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens, The Dress Looks Nice on You (ignore weird barbie doll thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6-VO3iUYepA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6-VO3iUYepA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorblind by Natalie Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/u2hPTtiy76c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/u2hPTtiy76c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is probably my favorite new discovery.  Its by Cat Power and I love the sound of the music and her voice, its mesmerizing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CwpjdK9baEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CwpjdK9baEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. I have to go to do a fun fire truck thing now.  Clue me in to some new favorites of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&#39;s that? You want to comment? Just click on the itty-bitty words below that say &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Gimme Some Sugar&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see them? Good. We can&#39;t wait to chat with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-songs-saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sister Sassy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>