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href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNR3g5fSp7ImA9WhRXFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-6785384482067775398</id><published>2011-12-22T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:39:56.625-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-22T17:39:56.625-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>And visions of doppio-espresso-macchiatos danced in their heads</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6785384482067775398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=6785384482067775398&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6785384482067775398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6785384482067775398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-visions-of-dopio-espresso.html" title="And visions of doppio-espresso-macchiatos danced in their heads" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3y0tpF2nig/TvPXxsSdeyI/AAAAAAAAB4s/FzebY7IDZTM/s72-c/2011b_Final.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Happy Holidays! Nothing like an impersonal blog posting with an embedded photo to warm your spirits and convey the true meaning of the season!


Wishing you a wonderful holiday, and may it be filled with joy, health  and the company of those you love. 

And may you never be standing behind me in line at Starbucks because yes, it will seem like I'm ordering that many cups of coffee.

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They used a still camera, painstakingly moving their props around in small increments and then shooting it frame by frame. It took them forever, much longer than it would take you to make a batch of pancakes in regular time. I think they even ate those 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZecHMbkxGasAmz1MZOn_E-6W9y8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZecHMbkxGasAmz1MZOn_E-6W9y8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQ3k-eip7ImA9WhRTF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-1900235664872499265</id><published>2011-11-07T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:50:02.752-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T16:50:02.752-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disney" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title>Winnie the Pooh (and Breakfast, Too!) at the El Capitan Theatre</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1900235664872499265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=1900235664872499265&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1900235664872499265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1900235664872499265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/winnie-pooh-and-breakfast-too-at-el.html" title="Winnie the Pooh (and Breakfast, Too!) at the El Capitan Theatre" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8HRQcD9m0k/Trh8lh9J6cI/AAAAAAAAB0s/yu7WAFMF09E/s72-c/pooh-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Who knew my teenagers would be so excited to meet Winnie-The-Pooh? I was invited to a screening of Disney's new Winnie the Pooh movie at the El Capitan Theater as well as a pre-show character breakfast at the Disney Soda Fountain and Studio Store and I had initially thought I would pass it up – while my girls are still very much into Disneyland, I thought they'd roll their eyes at seeing an 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EBSOyQAe8RgzY8Aj7DHGuLsmTFQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EBSOyQAe8RgzY8Aj7DHGuLsmTFQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AASX4zfCp7ImA9WhdaFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-4730118144639299583</id><published>2011-10-25T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:35:48.084-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T01:35:48.084-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things i love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title>HalloweenTime at Disneyland: Teenagers Unleashed Edition</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4730118144639299583/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=4730118144639299583&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4730118144639299583?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4730118144639299583?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloweentime-at-disneyland-teenagers.html" title="HalloweenTime at Disneyland: Teenagers Unleashed Edition" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo4RFWn_Fsw/TqW224eeTWI/AAAAAAAABwY/xhZywhE0JyY/s72-c/IMG_5773.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">A couple of weeks ago we were invited to Disneyland and Disney California Adventure to check out the park in all it's Halloween Time glory. I've said this before, but Disneyland is one of those places that my teenage daughters, 13 and 15, still get as excited about as when they were 3 and 5. What is it about this place that makes them squeal like a couple of toddlers in an all-you-can-eat ice 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ztenlB926OCLuyS9k180YnuS8Ls/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ztenlB926OCLuyS9k180YnuS8Ls/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MQHszcSp7ImA9WhdbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-3581502723425016570</id><published>2011-10-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:38:01.589-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T18:38:01.589-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title>'Sing Your Song': HBO Documentary on Harry Belafonte Will Make Your Day-O</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3581502723425016570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=3581502723425016570&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/3581502723425016570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/3581502723425016570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/sing-your-song-hbo-documentary-on-harry.html" title="'Sing Your Song': HBO Documentary on Harry Belafonte Will Make Your Day-O" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmCId_pd6sc/Tpy42HHjbiI/AAAAAAAABwM/hzDWFFooddI/s72-c/sing-your-song.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Recently I was invited to a screening of 'Sing Your Song,' the HBO documentary about Harry Belafonte that is airing tonight. Like me, you're probably most familiar with him because of the song 'Day-O.' You can listen to it here. Trust me, you'll be singing, "Daylight come and me wanna go home," for the rest of the day. You're welcome.

Read more about it here.








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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pXY4oxRtQ5V6atglgGYDKyt6lrE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pXY4oxRtQ5V6atglgGYDKyt6lrE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCSHc9fip7ImA9WhdbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-8896751366132639809</id><published>2011-10-11T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:29:29.966-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T15:29:29.966-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milkshake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title>This post is not about cats</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8896751366132639809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=8896751366132639809&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/8896751366132639809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/8896751366132639809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-post-is-not-about-cats.html" title="This post is not about cats" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybzS8nDUT74/TpTB-Jm_6yI/AAAAAAAABwE/3X22Cnm0lR8/s72-c/cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Recently I ran into someone who reads my blog, and she said, "Oh, I love your posts about cats." I thought she must be mistaken, because I don't post about cats on my blog. After all, our cat Milkshake rarely does anything that amazing. And on the rare occasion that he does – like try to flush the toilet  after he uses the litter box – he stops before I can grab a camera. And  I'm not one of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pzp-KsvBMhcOPVLf9Bf8jxhiVJU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pzp-KsvBMhcOPVLf9Bf8jxhiVJU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGRXY6eSp7ImA9WhdbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-6765255115080666096</id><published>2011-10-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:20:24.811-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T19:20:24.811-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uptake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Get in mah belly</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6765255115080666096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=6765255115080666096&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6765255115080666096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6765255115080666096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-in-mah-belly.html" title="Get in mah belly" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Ver6fgt7w/TpOlqTXQfCI/AAAAAAAABvk/owueg7k_uEE/s72-c/dukes-malibu.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Here are my latest food posts over on the Restaurant blog on Uptake. Bar food, refreshing beverages, hunks of meat and a condiment query – you may need a nap afterwards.

Raising the Bar at Duke's in Malibu
This past weekend my husband and I found ourselves in possession of one  of the rarest commodities for a parent: a three-hour window to  ourselves. The teenagers were busy with homework and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pRy8aPQvNi9l21C6j6wBgdQ8UTc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pRy8aPQvNi9l21C6j6wBgdQ8UTc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQXozeCp7ImA9WhdbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-3115289990999886657</id><published>2011-10-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:29:40.480-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T13:29:40.480-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giveaways" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><title>Real Deal! Real Steel Giveaway</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3115289990999886657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=3115289990999886657&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/3115289990999886657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/3115289990999886657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-deal-real-steel-giveaway.html" title="Real Deal! Real Steel Giveaway" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyLyHbuOm1I/TpNVVJ5AieI/AAAAAAAABvg/SecD8nbiCZ0/s72-c/real-steel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Have you seen Dreamworks' Real Steel yet, the new movie starring the beautiful Hugh Jackman and an equally stunning robot? I have to admit, I'm a little partial because my husband worked on the ad campaign and had been raving about it for awhile. So I knew it was going to be good and apparently everyone else agrees – it just opened and is already number one, taking in $27.3 million this past 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o4d3ORMjRLLmVp_1lVQhRR1Qxfo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o4d3ORMjRLLmVp_1lVQhRR1Qxfo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DSHwyfCp7ImA9WhdUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-1276253344468666625</id><published>2011-10-06T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:56:19.294-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T12:56:19.294-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title>Think Different</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1276253344468666625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=1276253344468666625&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1276253344468666625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1276253344468666625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-different.html" title="Think Different" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU73r10SFHU/To4HEUF1KAI/AAAAAAAABvY/GeERd3Ks9I8/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html"> "Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid  the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked.  There is no reason not to follow your heart." - Steve Jobs, 2005 Stanford Commencement Address

This is my Halloween pumpkin from two years ago. I only did this design because I couldn't figure out how to carve an iPhone.

It seemed like posting it now 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XSw-IvsSWqdvywOTNhspvY0xhoM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XSw-IvsSWqdvywOTNhspvY0xhoM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMRnsyfyp7ImA9WhdUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-34602820584304063</id><published>2011-10-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:44:47.597-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T16:44:47.597-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title>On her way</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/34602820584304063/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=34602820584304063&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/34602820584304063?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/34602820584304063?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-her-way.html" title="On her way" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0IkChJQFek/TopFcMCzC6I/AAAAAAAABvQ/c-htILb7Vio/s72-c/photo2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Last night Kira played a 45-minute gig out on the patio of a local Italian restaurant. I should add that she booked the gig herself, made all the arrangements with the manager and performed from a playlist of songs that she learned entirely on her own. Not a small feat for a 15-year-old. As you can tell the girl doesn't wait around for things to happen - the day she was born is a little fuzzy to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tvqqj7bv_BA8TVncWO_G3QDfEM4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tvqqj7bv_BA8TVncWO_G3QDfEM4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCQ30-fyp7ImA9WhdUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-299112987427631301</id><published>2011-09-27T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:56:02.357-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T00:56:02.357-07:00</app:edited><title>Cirque du Soleil's Iris: See It NOW! (Ten Years Will Just Fly By)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/299112987427631301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=299112987427631301&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/299112987427631301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/299112987427631301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/cirque-du-soleils-iris-see-it-now-ten.html" title="Cirque du Soleil's Iris: See It NOW! (Ten Years Will Just Fly By)" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iVRKD1907kk/ToGBEekE8XI/AAAAAAAABvE/k9k1KtvyVpw/s72-c/cirque-du-soleil-iris-kodak.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">A couple of months ago I was invited to preview Iris, the new Cirque du Soleil show that premiered last night and will be taking up permanent residence at the beautiful Kodak Theatre in the Hollywood &amp;amp; Highland complex. I've written before  about my love for Cirque du Soleil, and the fact that it will be in one  place for an extended period of time (I hear the lease is for ten  years) is good 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MJvRh6C9sGrdwL88zwU-jJ9qrtI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MJvRh6C9sGrdwL88zwU-jJ9qrtI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NR38-fCp7ImA9WhdUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2142621094545527912</id><published>2011-09-26T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:48:16.154-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T16:48:16.154-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>I'm a big fan of food</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2142621094545527912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2142621094545527912&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2142621094545527912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2142621094545527912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-big-fan-of-food.html" title="I'm a big fan of food" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHOUggtUD34/ToEF8lTGxkI/AAAAAAAABu4/srkMu9AuXKI/s72-c/bacon-hot-dog.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Besides sleeping and driving like a crazy person, one of my favorite things in life is food. Eating it, talking about it, writing about it – I guess you could say if food had a cheering section, I would be right up front wearing an ill-fitting cheerleader outfit and screaming the loudest.

So it kind of makes perfect sense that I'm now writing for the Restaurants blog on the travel site 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2O1DQcZkAXVr8vsLqZiPeyRh7bU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2O1DQcZkAXVr8vsLqZiPeyRh7bU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMSXgycSp7ImA9WhdWGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2659554908939110437</id><published>2011-09-12T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:53:08.699-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T17:53:08.699-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Entourage, I don't even know you anymore</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2659554908939110437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2659554908939110437&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2659554908939110437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2659554908939110437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/entourage-i-dont-even-know-you-anymore.html" title="Entourage, I don't even know you anymore" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbnnWIES7Ro/Tm6PSHu4_JI/AAAAAAAABuk/4PLHKdp0f4I/s72-c/entourage-entourage-124106_1024_768_20110729021555.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Last night was the final episode of the final season of one of my favorite shows, Entourage. I hate it when my favorite shows come to a close. I don't really have time to watch a lot of TV, so when one of them comes to an end I take it incredibly personally, like the producers lure me in and then when I'm really invested they say, "Oh look - let's just pull the plug so she'll have to go back to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-F56ohdn8dTL07aNkycLFHhj_kk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-F56ohdn8dTL07aNkycLFHhj_kk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFSH46eip7ImA9WhdQF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-6807230861268236274</id><published>2011-08-18T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:45:19.012-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-18T17:45:19.012-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><title>Flipping Off Movie Stars</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6807230861268236274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=6807230861268236274&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6807230861268236274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6807230861268236274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/flipping-off-movie-stars.html" title="Flipping Off Movie Stars" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIQD5eFQUoY/Tk2qyhmNztI/AAAAAAAABuY/RFnR-bx7vZ4/s72-c/traffic.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Earlier today I was driving back home after dropping Kira off at a movie theater clear across town. (Why across town, when there are a million movie theaters that were closer? Because this one was more convenient for her friend. Kira has now been instructed that any future friends she makes have to live within a five mile radius of our house. When she meets someone, before even striking up a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kADNKn0GF56oXSy2-kjZm0blji4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kADNKn0GF56oXSy2-kjZm0blji4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcASXc4fyp7ImA9WhdQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-4074289031735197566</id><published>2011-08-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:40:48.937-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T17:40:48.937-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theater" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><title>The Internship I Wish I Had</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4074289031735197566/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=4074289031735197566&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4074289031735197566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4074289031735197566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/internship-i-wish-i-had.html" title="The Internship I Wish I Had" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRj9hXhjVGg/Tkxc5c6GdPI/AAAAAAAABuU/Xqslpyl4WxE/s72-c/pantages.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I don't usually post 'Help Wanted' ads, but this came through my mailbox and seemed too good not to pass on. Broadway/LA is looking for an intern at the Pantages Theatre.

I used to work at an ad agency right above the Pantages, and we worked for some of the best music venues in town, including the Greek Theater. Working in a theater environment is one of the most exciting experiences I've ever 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RW8f7l9Ph7tt7g-w2XVdXUUgbx8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RW8f7l9Ph7tt7g-w2XVdXUUgbx8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICQX8yeCp7ImA9WhdREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-5460900994691382974</id><published>2011-08-01T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:59:20.190-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T15:59:20.190-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title>One thing off my bucket list</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5460900994691382974/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=5460900994691382974&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5460900994691382974?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5460900994691382974?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-thing-off-my-bucket-list.html" title="One thing off my bucket list" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4-nt-G-zKY/Tjcjrov3pfI/AAAAAAAABuM/-oZ9p3zpnR0/s72-c/camp-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Rigel and I have been trying to get the girls to sing together forever now with no success. In the rare times that they happen to belt out a few bars just for fun, we can tell that they harmonize really well and have encouraged them to perform together. We've even tried blackmailing them, but apparently the threat of showing up at their school in our underwear doesn't hold the weight it used to. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6MDRc8u0pf81IQv9ManN-myX5es/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6MDRc8u0pf81IQv9ManN-myX5es/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CRX84eCp7ImA9WhdSGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-5149904521530270097</id><published>2011-07-29T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:11:04.130-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T19:11:04.130-07:00</app:edited><title>House and Senate Both Agree: Nintendo 3DS Price Drop Is Awesome</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5149904521530270097/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=5149904521530270097&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5149904521530270097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5149904521530270097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-and-senate-both-agree-nintendo.html" title="House and Senate Both Agree: Nintendo 3DS Price Drop Is Awesome" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrqaU7FoHqA/TjNgJKn7M7I/AAAAAAAABuI/YIMxpegJuTk/s72-c/nintendo-3ds_blue.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Tired of hearing about debt ceilings and deficits and defaults? Why not take a break, kick back with a non-partisan beer and play a few games on your Nintendo 3DS. Haven't had a chance to pick one of these beauties up? Well, this is your lucky day - Nintendo just announced they're dropping the suggested retail price for the Nintendo 3DS™ system to $169.99 (from $249.99.)

This bill will no doubt 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZrqdB7TP_n92aBi99XCow8vwIHY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZrqdB7TP_n92aBi99XCow8vwIHY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQXg4fip7ImA9WhdSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-5590037549675711219</id><published>2011-07-28T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:50:00.636-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T15:50:00.636-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><title>Like one of my home movies, only better</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5590037549675711219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=5590037549675711219&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5590037549675711219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5590037549675711219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-one-of-my-home-movies-only-better.html" title="Like one of my home movies, only better" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UV4l2CTYFjg/TjHmuNqAGiI/AAAAAAAABuE/zm8lsoJLYQM/s72-c/go-to-sleep.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Check out this video of an unsuspecting Filipino grandmother reading Go The F**k To Sleep to her grandson. This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time, and before you go and start saying it's perpetuating some stereotype just let me tell you that my mom would have read it the exact same way and had pretty much the same reaction. Except after every page she would have added, "That 
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One  of my most vivid memories of a road trip with my kids happened over ten  years ago while on a drive up to San Francisco. My husband and I had  stopped for our fiftieth cup of coffee and we had gotten the girls,  around five and three at the time, a couple of cookies. For some 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Ti6KPE_puRvmiSZ0K0Mn9Z-kys/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Ti6KPE_puRvmiSZ0K0Mn9Z-kys/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBQXcycSp7ImA9WhZaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-1576020329010168430</id><published>2011-06-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:54:10.999-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T10:54:10.999-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><title>Baby, You Can Drive My Car (While I Sit Here And Worry)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1576020329010168430/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=1576020329010168430&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1576020329010168430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1576020329010168430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-you-can-drive-my-car-while-i-sit.html" title="Baby, You Can Drive My Car (While I Sit Here And Worry)" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tcDzuszdgM/Tghue1WTP7I/AAAAAAAABsE/RSAHyO-rMwk/s72-c/811631_30414728.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is a post I wrote about a new program that's being offered by Allstate. It's useful for everyone, but may be particularly convenient for teens who are just starting to drive. I high recommend it - and you know I wouldn't steer you wrong. (Horrible pun absolutely intended.)
My oldest daughter turned fifteen a couple of months ago, and as  usual another year older brought another whole set of 
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As high school students everywhere are graduating and preparing to take  that next step into the world of higher education, one question is first  and foremost on the minds of many of them: Can I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sxLmxJiIdSPehudj0KTW9sNiw4Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sxLmxJiIdSPehudj0KTW9sNiw4Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMSHc4fSp7ImA9WhZVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-7504874350987230816</id><published>2011-05-25T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:48:09.935-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T13:48:09.935-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title>'Kung Fu Panda 2' finds inner peace. Me, not so much.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7504874350987230816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=7504874350987230816&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/7504874350987230816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/7504874350987230816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/kung-fu-panda-2-finds-inner-peace-me.html" title="'Kung Fu Panda 2' finds inner peace. Me, not so much." /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/250763327_a59d62ad0a_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTu0k115qPA/TdxrXQVc6KI/AAAAAAAABro/YpV0042cSfA/s72-c/KFP2-Keyart-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Last week I was invited to a screening at DreamWorks Animation for a preview of the upcoming animated feature 'Kung Fu Panda 2'. There was fighting, betrayal, and the triumph of good over evil. But enough about the the post-screening blogger luncheon and the brawl over the last panini – let me tell you my thoughts about the movie...

Read the whole darn thing here! 

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