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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADSHc-cCp7ImA9WhRWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821</id><updated>2012-01-06T14:59:39.958-08:00</updated><category term="Walking Away" /><category term="To Be Continued" /><category term="Chris" /><category term="Life" /><category term="Boys" /><category term="Home" /><category term="Acts of Kindness" /><title>Tap That Mom</title><subtitle type="html">'Cause sometimes you just gotta tap that mom!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TapThatMom" /><feedburner:info uri="tapthatmom" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IAR347fSp7ImA9WxFaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-7128326837813738224</id><published>2010-07-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:52:26.005-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-20T22:52:26.005-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Walking Away" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To Be Continued" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boys" /><title>Walking Away part 2</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4P3k3aZ6n-pRm2vwsdaIr1Wfp-U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4P3k3aZ6n-pRm2vwsdaIr1Wfp-U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4P3k3aZ6n-pRm2vwsdaIr1Wfp-U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4P3k3aZ6n-pRm2vwsdaIr1Wfp-U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's July 2010, and the housing market still sucks, house prices have dropped even lower. We still own, but its not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We paid 144k for our condo. Condos in our community are short selling for less than 25k. Do the math, it's not pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chris says to me, "So we made a bad business decision".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I flip the fuck out... "You don't make a business decision when it comes to having a roof over your families head".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was so mad... Why? He was right. (Yes Internet, he was right. Don't let that get your head to big, hun) We were cramped, we couldn't go play outside, because our HOA wasn't keeping up with the grass or scorpion problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In November we stopped making our mortgage payments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not because we couldn't afford it, but because it wasn't worth it financially to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We walked away from our home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To make it even more heartbreaking, it was our first house together. We brought Liam home from the hospital there, had birthday parties, family dinners and watched the boys grow out of being babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's hard knowing that the road you have chosen to take will eventually leave you with 7 years of horrible credit, not being able to purchase a car or anything on credit a credit card, much less even get a credit card or a loan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am still upset over it. We are being optimistic about all of this, we didn't know this was going to happen, no one did. I know that we aren't the only people that are going through this. Hundreds of thousands of men and women are going through this too, and some of them are losing the places they call home because they got in over their heads, and they have children. Nothing is ever easy when you have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To Be Continued. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-7128326837813738224?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/ASuJ3gkdjRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7128326837813738224/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-away-part-2.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7128326837813738224?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7128326837813738224?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/ASuJ3gkdjRY/walking-away-part-2.html" title="Walking Away part 2" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-away-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMRXk4eip7ImA9WxFaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-4223562140335873691</id><published>2010-07-09T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:19:44.732-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T21:19:44.732-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acts of Kindness" /><title>Acts of Kindness Part 1</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q0_j-a5cBSk5dZyBIcbTijS4F1w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q0_j-a5cBSk5dZyBIcbTijS4F1w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q0_j-a5cBSk5dZyBIcbTijS4F1w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q0_j-a5cBSk5dZyBIcbTijS4F1w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was a long day for me, the boys woke up with the chickens, and hit the floor running, with request to go swimming coming in at 7 am. By 4:30 pm I was running low on energy and ways to keep them going, so that they would pass out once they hit their beds.&lt;br /&gt;
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I talked to Chris about that same time, and he suggested taking the boys to McDonalds for dinner. That way they can play and have dinner all in one shot. I have really been watching what we eat and how we spend our money, so McDonalds is a very rare outing for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were ecstatic to be going! Liam loves running all about in the tunnels they have in the play area! They both scarfed down a cheese burger, and their apple juice in now time flat! You would have thought we were having a five star meal by how happy they were, and me being so disgusted in they crap that made them that happy...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;#Epicfail&lt;/i&gt; McDonalds...&lt;br /&gt;
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Liam had taken the toy from his meal into the play set, and was playing with another boy (age 5 or so) and that boy lost his toy.&lt;br /&gt;
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No biggy. Right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the boy went over and got his unopened toy and gave it to Liam. I was watching all this happen! My son, who wasn't really bothered by losing it, was completely confused when the boy gave him his toy...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was looking at liam and the boy turns to me and says "It's fair, I lost his toy in there somewhere", pointing to the play set.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was amazed at how that little boy handled that situation. He didn't have to give Liam his toy. Liam wasn't upset, his Mom didn't say to do it. He just did, out of the pure kindness of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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It showed me that there are going to be good kids for my son's to find as friends! That little boy took away so many of my worries I have for my oldest son to start school this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-4223562140335873691?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/jlCpjL5b_WI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4223562140335873691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/acts-of-kindness-part-1.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4223562140335873691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4223562140335873691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/jlCpjL5b_WI/acts-of-kindness-part-1.html" title="Acts of Kindness Part 1" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/acts-of-kindness-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNR3czcCp7ImA9WxFbFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-7052278311321523149</id><published>2010-07-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:18:16.988-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-07T22:18:16.988-07:00</app:edited><title>Because We All Need A Good Laugh</title><content type="html">
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was found on&lt;a href="http://www.lamebook.com/"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;LameBook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-7052278311321523149?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/msmw0yExlqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7052278311321523149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-we-all-need-good-laugh.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7052278311321523149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7052278311321523149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/msmw0yExlqQ/because-we-all-need-good-laugh.html" title="Because We All Need A Good Laugh" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-we-all-need-good-laugh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ARXk5fip7ImA9WxFaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-7578181082165787519</id><published>2010-07-05T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:15:44.726-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T21:15:44.726-07:00</app:edited><title>A Must Read</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IzUldfKU7u2nRkMhW28W7ihGjCo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IzUldfKU7u2nRkMhW28W7ihGjCo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IzUldfKU7u2nRkMhW28W7ihGjCo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IzUldfKU7u2nRkMhW28W7ihGjCo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I get physicly ill thinking about what is going on in the gulf. What is this going to do to our Earth in the long run? How will this effect our health, food, children and grandchildren?&lt;br /&gt;
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I came across this artical and I feel it is a must read for every one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=128107497"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-7578181082165787519?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/bfeV-hN4TZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7578181082165787519/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/must-read.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7578181082165787519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7578181082165787519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/bfeV-hN4TZE/must-read.html" title="A Must Read" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/must-read.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUARn8yeip7ImA9WxFbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-4806523560827534161</id><published>2010-07-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:37:27.192-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-03T21:37:27.192-07:00</app:edited><title>I Saw Eclipse Again</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4KBhYv-O8sK_C5NQ25gopnat5Pc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4KBhYv-O8sK_C5NQ25gopnat5Pc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/eclipse" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Eclipse Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Movies/eclipse1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was even better the second time! I am in love with Robert Pattenson!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/eclipse" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edward Eclipse Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i725.photobucket.com/albums/ww253/vampire_girl_579/Eclipse/eclipse1-6_galeriaBig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am 100% TEAM EDWARD! But, I really don't mind looking at this...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/eclipse%20twilight%20jacob" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jacob Eclipse Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l100/HotHoney83/Twilight%20Saga/jakeeclipse2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And now, I am offically a pervert for talking like that about a 17 year old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-4806523560827534161?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/GsfLyAjOpNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4806523560827534161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-saw-eclipse-again.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4806523560827534161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4806523560827534161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/GsfLyAjOpNw/i-saw-eclipse-again.html" title="I Saw Eclipse Again" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i725.photobucket.com/albums/ww253/vampire_girl_579/Eclipse/th_eclipse1-6_galeriaBig.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-saw-eclipse-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NQ3s6eyp7ImA9WxFaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-4453857153732117165</id><published>2010-07-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:33:12.513-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T22:33:12.513-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Walking Away" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To Be Continued" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boys" /><title>Walking Away part 1</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HtS9jhJyI_WJrkjpDeOtIebl0iQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HtS9jhJyI_WJrkjpDeOtIebl0iQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HtS9jhJyI_WJrkjpDeOtIebl0iQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HtS9jhJyI_WJrkjpDeOtIebl0iQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I'm sure a lot of you have noticed that my posting here, have been pretty light lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Life as been everything but calm.&amp;nbsp;Stressful and sad is how I would describe it. But also happy and freeing!&lt;br /&gt;
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Three and a half years ago (2-18-2007) Chris and I bought our town house! Our lease was up in our apartment, and I was 7 months pregnant with Liam. The housing market had been slowing for about a year at that point, so home prices had started to drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't want to buy, but Chris and our agent really pushed me into doing it. Chris thought that if we were to wait a year we would miss our chance, and would have to continue renting. &amp;nbsp;Did I mention that our next door neighbor was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastvalleytribune.com/article_dd2c5dd3-382c-53ee-be01-ccf2e0d76f88.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(that happened 2 months after we moved out of those apartments).&lt;br /&gt;
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So we bought...&lt;br /&gt;
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We thought we were getting such a steal! We got a remodeled apartment conversion condo, it was 949 sqft, &amp;nbsp;2 bed, 1.5 bath, all new appliances, tile floors, garnet counter tops. We were in-love with it! The area had new stores, and it was right up against &amp;nbsp;a mountain! You could hear the coyotes howling at night!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward three years...&lt;br /&gt;
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...&lt;br /&gt;
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To Be Continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-4453857153732117165?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/dsREwUvXf1Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4453857153732117165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-away-part-1.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4453857153732117165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4453857153732117165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/dsREwUvXf1Q/walking-away-part-1.html" title="Walking Away part 1" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-away-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQXY8fip7ImA9WxFbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-2712719814206212208</id><published>2010-07-02T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:01:00.876-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-02T00:01:00.876-07:00</app:edited><title>An Eclipse it was</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UTNo9EnHSObaY4FlEoQbn8Njm8A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UTNo9EnHSObaY4FlEoQbn8Njm8A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UTNo9EnHSObaY4FlEoQbn8Njm8A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UTNo9EnHSObaY4FlEoQbn8Njm8A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was fortunate enough to get away from the crazy that is my life right now, to go to the opening of Eclipse, a movie based off of the Novel "Eclipse" by Stephanie Myers. I'm sure most readers will know what I am talking about here! Unless you have been living under a rock... If so go buy the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Meyers-Twilight-Collection-Stephanie-Hardcover/dp/B0030KR1OU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1278012776&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight Saga Box Se&lt;/i&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;, and you will soon be hooked to the best vampire books since Ann Rice!&lt;br /&gt;
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My good friend &lt;a href="http://thispiratebitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I bought our tickets for the Trilogy! For 20 bucks we saw Twilight at 7, New Moon at 9:30 and then the showing of Eclipse at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;
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Amy was in line at 11:45am Tuesday morning so we would have good seats! Can you believe that she WAS NOT the 1st person in line? Not 2nd, 3rd or 4th... We were 14th and 15th in line. Not shabby for such a big movie!&lt;br /&gt;
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I will say hands down, that was the best time I have had in years! The two of us were surrounded by teenagers, who had Beiber Fever, Teen Bop and Tiger Beet magazines, spray bottles filled with water for water fights, books, gum, &amp;nbsp;dancing and singing! Oh the joy of hanging out with them for the afternoon, evening and night!&lt;br /&gt;
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There was the Team Edward and Team Jacob shirts, some girls were even dressed up as some of the charters! We chose to go in normal mortal clothes, seeing that we were sitting on the floor of the theater lobby for 6 hours, before being allowed into the theater, so we wanted to be comfy! We even brought pillows and ate like fat kids!&lt;br /&gt;
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Amy got us some popcorn with extra butter! Then she put white cheddar over the top and then we dipped it into nacho cheese! SO. FREAKING. GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;
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It felt good getting out! I felt young, and alive! I felt like a female again! I swear in the right environment, teen girls are fun to be around! Plus we all had one thing in common...&lt;br /&gt;
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WE LOVE THE TWILIGHT SAGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing that divided us was... Are you TEAM EDWARD? Or TEAM JACOB?&lt;br /&gt;
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I happen to be TEAM EDWARD! I have a thing for pale guys that sparkle!&lt;br /&gt;
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Eclipse was my favorite book from the set, and I was a little nervous to see the movie, because New Moon sucked as a movie...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was pleasantly surprised to see that they did follow and quote the book pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a good movie, and a great day out with a ton of girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-2712719814206212208?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/gwIDsRnftPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2712719814206212208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse-it-was.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/2712719814206212208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/2712719814206212208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/gwIDsRnftPM/eclipse-it-was.html" title="An Eclipse it was" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse-it-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRXY-eCp7ImA9WxFUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-3230302347952430562</id><published>2010-07-01T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:01:04.850-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T00:01:04.850-07:00</app:edited><title>COHEN</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #060606; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;If you have been following &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthiswonderfullife.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Megan's Blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;then you have probably heard about Cohen...&lt;br /&gt;
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What: Moment of Silence for Cohen&lt;br /&gt;
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When: Thursday July 1st from midnight to 11:59 pm.&lt;br /&gt;
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How: Bloggers participating will post the Cohen banner (above) or simply post Cohen’s name in large letters on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why: July 1st Megan and Brent will be holding Cohen’s memorial service. The moment of silence is an opportunity for Megan’s blog community to stand behind her and support her on this difficult day. Linking up will give Megan a chance to see the support at a glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #060606; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-3230302347952430562?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/xdWSSQgidKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3230302347952430562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/cohen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/3230302347952430562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/3230302347952430562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/xdWSSQgidKU/cohen.html" title="COHEN" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/TCwhUn5b4wI/AAAAAAAAAR0/n6NPOvDW41g/s72-c/Cohen2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/cohen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQX84fCp7ImA9WxFVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-4605406335692628925</id><published>2010-06-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:02:00.134-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-18T00:02:00.134-07:00</app:edited><title>5QF</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZGztaLwt_M8a1HbD7IlSuCdBlqE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZGztaLwt_M8a1HbD7IlSuCdBlqE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is your favorite thing about summertime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Everything! The longer days, the newness of the sunshine, swimming, 4th of July, fireworks, swimming, great summer movies, the non-stop playing of "Dirty Dancing", school shopping! I just love summer! I always have, I don't mind the heat, and I love to swim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. What is your ideal retirement location (if money didn't matter)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The east cost! I was a beach house on the east coast, but would also need a beach house on the West coast for the winter, because I do not like cold weather... Not one bit...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Do you live in the same town you grew up in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope! My Dad does though! I was born in Winslow Arizona! Most commonly know for the line "I was standing on the corner in Winslow Arizona, such a fine sight to see.". "Take it Easy" by The Eagles. I go back there every now and then, but Scottsdale Arizona is my hometown now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. What nervous habit did you have as a child that you kicked to the curb before becoming an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Nail bitting... It was a gross habit, and I have such nice strong nails now to show for kicking that to the curb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is the most embarrassing thing that happened to you while on the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Oh, while working at Wells Fargo I was in the vault room and ripped ass... It was a VER small room, 8x8 maybe? Ya, it stunk. Yes, I was in there with a guy... No, guys don't think its cute when girls fart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-4605406335692628925?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/0Lyo8lzwK8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4605406335692628925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/5qf.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4605406335692628925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/4605406335692628925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/0Lyo8lzwK8E/5qf.html" title="5QF" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/5qf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMQXo-eip7ImA9WxFVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-8098859545153972501</id><published>2010-06-16T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:08:00.452-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T00:08:00.452-07:00</app:edited><title>Grownups</title><content type="html">
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/grownups.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/grownups.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="clear: both; font-family: Lucida, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: 800; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-8098859545153972501?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/FXSpqSzUVXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8098859545153972501/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/grownups.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/8098859545153972501?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/8098859545153972501?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/FXSpqSzUVXs/grownups.html" title="Grownups" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/grownups.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MEQHw9eip7ImA9WxFVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-3470932604580990973</id><published>2010-06-13T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:56:41.262-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-13T11:56:41.262-07:00</app:edited><title>Coping</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XneItbe4okWNharCnMM7CI3W7o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XneItbe4okWNharCnMM7CI3W7o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XneItbe4okWNharCnMM7CI3W7o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XneItbe4okWNharCnMM7CI3W7o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aidan is starting kindergarden this coming August...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am having such a hard time dealing with it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't like that the boys are growing up and starting school...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the past 4 (almost 5) years I have been a stay at home mom. Chris and I felt that that was best for us and our new little family. We didn't want anyone beside us or family raising our boys, so home I stayed!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now. I'm losing one of my sidekicks, and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the first level, I'm somewhat ok with it. I really, truly wanted to home school. But I received some very negative reactions when I came out and shared my desire to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"He's going to be weird."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"He won't have any friends."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"He won't ever learn social skills, people skills, coping skills"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You name it, it was said to me. By having people saying that, I began to doubt myself. "Maybe I won't be a god teacher?". That is what made me go with sending Aidan to a public school. I went to public school. So really, is it that bad? I liked it, I survived, I even loved my teachers!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, when I was little, people didn't walk into church and shoot people. Kids didn't bring guns to school. A hot school lunch was eighty cents. I don't think we could even afford to buy the kids hot lunch everyday now? In a way I guess thats good though? I probably would pack healthier stuff, and with way less byproduct too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the second level, I am panic ridden. What if someone comes in and starts shooting? That in itself sends me into panic mode, tears and hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the third level, Once both kids are in school, I will have nothing. Nothing at all. I have no job, no current schooling, nothing... That is scary. What will I do? What do I want to do? What do I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I had Aidan, it was "What do I do with this drooling, crying, poop-ball?" Then I had Liam and "How will I ever handle 2 kids, 16 months apart?" Now it's "What am I going to do to do with myself once they are both in school?".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My question for you Internet,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How do you coup with your kids growing up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-3470932604580990973?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/KUDMVP1GoZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3470932604580990973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/coping.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/3470932604580990973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/3470932604580990973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/KUDMVP1GoZk/coping.html" title="Coping" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/coping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CQ3c_fSp7ImA9WxFWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-6097039297891940129</id><published>2010-06-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:12:42.945-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T22:12:42.945-07:00</app:edited><title>Showers</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnZ1hIf5qmwJ7RMckTikGQV9nzk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnZ1hIf5qmwJ7RMckTikGQV9nzk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnZ1hIf5qmwJ7RMckTikGQV9nzk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnZ1hIf5qmwJ7RMckTikGQV9nzk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet, sweet silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like the only time I ever hear nothing, is when I have my head under the running water of the shower. And even then, I can only stay like that for about 45 seconds, because at some point I need to come out and take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But in reality, the time I spend with my head under that running water is my breath away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With my head under that running water, I see the ocean. I love the beach. It is my most favorite place to be!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With my head under that running water, I hear the waves crashing up on to the shore. I hear the "whoosh" of the under toe carrying the water back out to the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With my head under that running water, life is sunny, happy, my boys with me playing tag with the waves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then I come out to take a breath, and my kids are still here! Happy, playing in the dirt, begging for water to make mud pies!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Either way, life is pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I took this photo, this past March while in New Port, CA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-6097039297891940129?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/HkCkOTfxCY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6097039297891940129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/showers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6097039297891940129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6097039297891940129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/HkCkOTfxCY8/showers.html" title="Showers" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/TAc5P_2HpfI/AAAAAAAAARk/KJXeYmZTy-0/s72-c/IMG00075.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/showers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EDQn05fyp7ImA9WxFXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-6925915745295239380</id><published>2010-05-18T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:41:13.327-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-18T12:41:13.327-07:00</app:edited><title>Liam Said a Bad Word</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1mbxLE6yOo9_qwuXHurLafdHIl8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1mbxLE6yOo9_qwuXHurLafdHIl8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aidan: "Mama, Mi said a bad word."&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: "Li, did you say a bad word? What word did he use Aidan?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Aidan: "Pee-head."&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: "Liam Robert... Did you say "Pee-head"?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Liam: (With a huge smile on his face) shakes his head yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saying a word like "pee-head" is a major offense in our house! I hate the words that mention anything you do in the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids could drop the F bomb all they want and not get shunned, but mention the word "butt-hole" and I will put vinegar in their mouths in a blink of an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-6925915745295239380?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/A1pOizwkXyw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6925915745295239380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/liam-said-bad-word.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6925915745295239380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6925915745295239380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/A1pOizwkXyw/liam-said-bad-word.html" title="Liam Said a Bad Word" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/liam-said-bad-word.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECR3k-fSp7ImA9WxFQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-7389395151780429486</id><published>2010-05-14T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:07:46.755-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-14T23:07:46.755-07:00</app:edited><title>My Little Spiderman, Liam</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CwQY7S8W_F2taRRlgrhm0AAC1IU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CwQY7S8W_F2taRRlgrhm0AAC1IU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CwQY7S8W_F2taRRlgrhm0AAC1IU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CwQY7S8W_F2taRRlgrhm0AAC1IU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was a rough day. No rougher than most days around here, but I feel like the world crashed down for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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For about 6 or 7 weeks I have had many suspicions that my little Liam had&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Aspergers syndrome&lt;/span&gt;. He's off, different, odd. Don't get me wrong. I love that little Spiddy kid! But he never has been easy to love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He cried all the time as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I MEAN CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All day long.&lt;br /&gt;
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All night long.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He cried, cried, and then cried some more. When he wasn't crying he was spitting up. Then he would get right back to all that crying he missed, while he spit up for 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had taken him into see the Doctor this morning. He has some really dry patches of skin on his body and they needed to be looked at. While we were there Spiderman pulled a "Liam" (thats what we call it when Liam throws a fit for longer than 15 minutes). &amp;nbsp;Y'all, that kid screamed for a full hour at full volume. He would not let anyone touch him, look at him, I couldn't even comfort him. Normally I'm the only one who can comfort him in times like that, but he didn't even want me by him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the Doctor saw this episode, he started asking me things.&lt;br /&gt;
1) Does he act like this often? (are you effing kidding me... he does this multiple times a day)&lt;br /&gt;
2) How does he do with textures. (he doesn't, I have to make sure everything is uber soft and has NO tags in them for his cloths, and food wise there is only about a handful of things he likes eating with out a fight)&lt;br /&gt;
3) Does he obsess over anything? (oh like Spiderman? YES!!! and he lines things up and rocks him self)&lt;br /&gt;
4) Does he talk? (duh, of course he does.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were a ton more, but with all the crying I've been doing, I can't remember what else he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know that this isn't a death sentence for him. He is healthy and alive and living. But to know my little man will always be labeled... Thats what kills me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For more information about Aspergers Syndrome go to my friend &lt;a href="http://gapbaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/asperger-syndrome.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;GAP Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! She is a friend I have had since elemtarty school, and has been great to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-7389395151780429486?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/fA-HHcCnteI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7389395151780429486/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-little-spiderman-liam.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7389395151780429486?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7389395151780429486?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/fA-HHcCnteI/my-little-spiderman-liam.html" title="My Little Spiderman, Liam" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-little-spiderman-liam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DSXk_eSp7ImA9WxFQF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-6295507620590412663</id><published>2010-05-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:22:58.741-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-12T20:22:58.741-07:00</app:edited><title>Betty White, Jay Z &amp; Mr. Hudson=Best SNL!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wzySRyY7SP4-w3ZoaSAE4BoJ8tA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wzySRyY7SP4-w3ZoaSAE4BoJ8tA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wzySRyY7SP4-w3ZoaSAE4BoJ8tA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wzySRyY7SP4-w3ZoaSAE4BoJ8tA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hands down this past Saturday was the best Saturday Night Live of this session!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hosting was Betty White! Funniest and probably raunchiest old lady there is in hollywood! She was great! She seems so at ease in front of a camera! She told the SNL cast that "Nothing was off limits", and that is what made it great!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there was the music! Music doesn't impress me like it does others. I don't have tons of music on my iTouch, lots of apps, not so much on music. Jay Z is one of the few rappers that I like! I actually more than like his music, I love it! Whatever he touches seems to turn to gold! His performance Saturday was nothing but AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here was is first set of songs:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CfjmCvhZbk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CfjmCvhZbk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Here is the second song "forever Young" Featuring Mr. Hudson (Who I am now in love with, he is such a cutie pie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fusDZNJDoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fusDZNJDoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Here's to Betty White for talking about her muffin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EG10o8T-vrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EG10o8T-vrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-6295507620590412663?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/RXJiFOGjNk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6295507620590412663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/betty-white-jay-z-mr-hudsonbest-snl.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6295507620590412663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6295507620590412663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/RXJiFOGjNk8/betty-white-jay-z-mr-hudsonbest-snl.html" title="Betty White, Jay Z &amp; Mr. Hudson=Best SNL!" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/betty-white-jay-z-mr-hudsonbest-snl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEDSXg5eyp7ImA9WxFQFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-3291825369615485018</id><published>2010-05-09T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:47:58.623-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-09T09:47:58.623-07:00</app:edited><title>On This Mother's Day</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1R1g_L-ibjH9F0gTd8ZjSkV2yi4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1R1g_L-ibjH9F0gTd8ZjSkV2yi4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sitting on the couch right now in my jammies, typing, and semi watching "The Cat in the Hat"! Last night I stocked my pantry with some things that I know the boys love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got chocolate, and powered donuts, fun-yums, Cheeto Twist, Chex-Mex and Capri Suns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know, I know... Not the healthiest stuff, I haven't been buying snack type stuff and I felt that with Chris being gone and it just being the boys and I, I would make it a day about the things the kids enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My kids enjoy their snacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And their movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that's what we ( I should say they. I'm being good, I had a banana and am sipping on ice water) are doing, snacking and watching movies!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love days like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Aidan for choosing me to be your Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Liam for showing me what unconditional love is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and Mother in-law!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all you Moms out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-3291825369615485018?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/RpvRSl5UpSU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3291825369615485018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-this-mothers-day.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/3291825369615485018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/3291825369615485018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/RpvRSl5UpSU/on-this-mothers-day.html" title="On This Mother's Day" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-this-mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUASXc9fyp7ImA9WxFQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-7519108951847830807</id><published>2010-05-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T02:17:28.967-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-08T02:17:28.967-07:00</app:edited><title>A Special Day, Mother's Day</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnFmNo7S1ogUWBek7CDq5EgtXmc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnFmNo7S1ogUWBek7CDq5EgtXmc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UIzJMbb4I/AAAAAAAAARE/EEhSMVXT0Hk/s1600/102_0672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UIzJMbb4I/AAAAAAAAARE/EEhSMVXT0Hk/s320/102_0672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your children are not your children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And though they are with you yet they belong not to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UJJiq3F9I/AAAAAAAAARM/V96siPUxQgk/s1600/PICT0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UJJiq3F9I/AAAAAAAAARM/V96siPUxQgk/s320/PICT0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For they have their own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You may strive to be like them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but seek not to make them like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UJrFfv0XI/AAAAAAAAARU/Lk-XITcNon8/s1600/11255_221284900967_502880967_4176698_4658175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UJrFfv0XI/AAAAAAAAARU/Lk-XITcNon8/s320/11255_221284900967_502880967_4176698_4658175_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You are the bows from which your children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and he bends you with his might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that his arrows may go swift and far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For even as he loves the arrow that flies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so he loves also the bow that is stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UKZQhWeGI/AAAAAAAAARc/VIxZJ1e3MBg/s1600/0927090411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UKZQhWeGI/AAAAAAAAARc/VIxZJ1e3MBg/s320/0927090411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***Poem taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GGC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-7519108951847830807?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/59zLKbaZZzk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7519108951847830807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-day-mothers-day.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7519108951847830807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/7519108951847830807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/59zLKbaZZzk/special-day-mothers-day.html" title="A Special Day, Mother's Day" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S-UIzJMbb4I/AAAAAAAAARE/EEhSMVXT0Hk/s72-c/102_0672.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-day-mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUAQ306fyp7ImA9WxFRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-5932317899492819288</id><published>2010-04-29T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:04:02.317-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-29T11:04:02.317-07:00</app:edited><title>Rules for Being a Human</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yzetr5ONQbdqkhNgtFjlk6HMV7c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yzetr5ONQbdqkhNgtFjlk6HMV7c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. You will forget all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-5932317899492819288?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/Hj0J9A_lHQY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5932317899492819288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/rules-for-being-human.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/5932317899492819288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/5932317899492819288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/Hj0J9A_lHQY/rules-for-being-human.html" title="Rules for Being a Human" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/rules-for-being-human.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCSHc7eyp7ImA9WxFRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-2907994511761636776</id><published>2010-04-26T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:42:49.903-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T00:42:49.903-07:00</app:edited><title>Some of This a Little of That</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fO4DJ9aCbICe0F3YbOda3fiuwow/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fO4DJ9aCbICe0F3YbOda3fiuwow/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fO4DJ9aCbICe0F3YbOda3fiuwow/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fO4DJ9aCbICe0F3YbOda3fiuwow/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow, I haven't done a brain dump in a few months, I actually think the last one was before Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;
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A ton of things have been going on with us! Chris got a new job with Learning &amp;amp; Development, within the company he was already working for. This is a move he has been wanting to take for a few years, &amp;nbsp;just the timing was never right. I am so very proud of him! He's been with his company for 10 years now! It's funny to think, "Wow, 10 years" seeing that he is only 26. It shows that if you start out at the very bottom as a peabody, you can work your way up, and have them pay for college! &amp;nbsp;It's exciting to see him enjoying every second of his new job!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have enrolled Aidan in school! He will start August 9th! I can't believe that my baby boy is going to start kindergarden... I can still smell his sent from when he was a new born. That first day is going to be harder for me than it will be for him. He is going to go to the elementary school that I went to! It just feels like home, and they are a top performing school, so that is a GIANT plus!!! To top it off, his cousin and one of his friends will be starting with him at the same school!&lt;br /&gt;
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Liam turned 3!!! Can you believe it? I can't! Liam is still my baby-baby! He loves to be held tight, snuggled and cuddled! I couldn't ask for a sweeter little lover than him! He also give me of the best little boys kisses ever! He is obsessed with Spiderman, I mean... We don't go a day without watching one of the movies, we read spiderman comics, I make up "Spidy Stories" for him, you name it I know it about that red and blue man spider! Liam even has costumes that he wears. In public. He wears spiderman suits in public people... Nuff said there...&lt;br /&gt;
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And Me...&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I'm a girl that makes up "Spidy Stories", how do you think it's going? Haha I'm enjoying life so much right now! I have 2 amazing little men, that are a blast to be around, tiring, yes, but fun none the less! I have been going Glee crazy!!!! I love that show! I DVR it and watch it every night 'till the new episode airs. Ya, it's that bad! Chris watches it too. The writing is witty, it keeps your attention, you don't have to really know the back story line to get what's going on, and lets not forget about Mr. Schoester!!! That man is heavenly look at, and he can sh-sh-shake that booty!&lt;br /&gt;
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Chris' new job requires travel. So, while he is gone I'm pretty much a single mom. Yes, I have help. Skype is defiantly what keeps me sane, and it lets Chris and the boys interact while he is away! This experience has defiantly opened my eyes to how much my Mom did for my brother and I. And I don't work... I give major, major props to the single, full time working, part (full) time school goer, mom, maid, nurse, chaffier, and keeper of the ice cream! I'm learning to take deep breaths sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;
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Last weekend we celebrated "Our Earth Day". We planted our summer veggie garden, Chris trimmed the tree, I raked and sprinkled grass seed, and the kids fought over the water hose. We're bad we wasted water to entertain the kids, but hey, they watered the grass at the same time! On the actual Earth Day I took the boys to Target and we bought Avatar! Yes, I drove there... Yes, we used electricity to watch the movie, I made popcorn, and ran the A/C! Bad Earth Mama..... All kidding aside, Earth Day is my Favorite holiday! Well, my 2nd favorite, I really love my Birthday! Its a day all about me, so there is nothing about that to not like! And there is cake! I.LOVE.CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see, we are really just rolling with the punches right now! Life is good, god is good, family is amazing and so are the friends I share it with! Also to you internet! Thank you for reading, listening and laughing with (at) me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-2907994511761636776?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/-OGP5NU-HUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2907994511761636776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-of-this-little-of-that.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/2907994511761636776?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/2907994511761636776?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/-OGP5NU-HUY/some-of-this-little-of-that.html" title="Some of This a Little of That" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S9VMvaZO8iI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LvCcgJelFdA/s72-c/26876_1441431317352_1280136480_31278181_18624_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-of-this-little-of-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHRX85eSp7ImA9WxFSF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-6804169284999916252</id><published>2010-04-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:08:54.121-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-20T09:08:54.121-07:00</app:edited><title>I Love Goldfishes, 'Cause Their so Delicious</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rcVBogUt_elbaIhaJKPG96TPyhY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rcVBogUt_elbaIhaJKPG96TPyhY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rcVBogUt_elbaIhaJKPG96TPyhY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rcVBogUt_elbaIhaJKPG96TPyhY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I want another tattoo so bad I can feel the burn!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been thinking that I wanted something that could define me in one word...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S83QMqbIe-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6foM3H_1vCQ/s1600/2384436097_a1bac510d1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S83QMqbIe-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6foM3H_1vCQ/s320/2384436097_a1bac510d1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This is not me...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know this will make my Mom smile...&lt;br /&gt;
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Not the tattoo per-say, but the little gold fish guy!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love Goldfishes!&lt;br /&gt;
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They have been my favorite snack since I was a kid, and it still my first choice now!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yum, a coke on the rocks and a few handfuls of goldfishes!&lt;br /&gt;
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What more could I need to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and a good book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-6804169284999916252?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/XZUVGR1xZ1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6804169284999916252/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-goldfishes-cause-their-so.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6804169284999916252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6804169284999916252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/XZUVGR1xZ1s/i-love-goldfishes-cause-their-so.html" title="I Love Goldfishes, 'Cause Their so Delicious" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S83QMqbIe-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6foM3H_1vCQ/s72-c/2384436097_a1bac510d1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-goldfishes-cause-their-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08MQ3kyeip7ImA9WxFSEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-5296740273585317099</id><published>2010-04-11T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:18:02.792-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-11T21:18:02.792-07:00</app:edited><title>When to Stop the Bottle?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N34KN7P9sZha2_n9iv5u1999KVw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N34KN7P9sZha2_n9iv5u1999KVw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N34KN7P9sZha2_n9iv5u1999KVw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N34KN7P9sZha2_n9iv5u1999KVw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;nbsp;I get my celebrity fix by reading him several times a day!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't always agree with him on what he says or what he thinks about &amp;nbsp;celebes, but for getting gossip (that may or may not have any truth to it) its entertaining to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;
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But I feel as though he may have stepped over the line with this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S8KP6yPl9AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/elIzF9XZPX8/s1600/wenn5457946suri__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S8KP6yPl9AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/elIzF9XZPX8/s400/wenn5457946suri__oPt.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/category/suri-cruise" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suri Cruise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'s 4th birthday is next week, and the HBIC was spotted as recently as last Friday with a bottle!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pediatricians generally recommend parents to quit it with the bottle around 9 months, stating dental issues can appear as a consequence of continuing to use a baby bottle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's time for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/category/tom-cruise" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/category/katie-holmes" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Katie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to ween Suri off the bottle, no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe a sippy cup instead?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's reaching elementary school age!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Perez Hilton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Do people not stop to think about how effing insane her life is..?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;She's only 4 and she is living a fast paced movie stars life...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you really blame them for not taking her bottles away..?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;My 4 year old still uses a "baank" (pacifier). Why have I not taken it away? I don't feel like putting him through it. Because he is four... And he doesn't use it out in public (and by public, the car does not count).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;And well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When he is ready he will stop using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Neither one of my kids still use their bottles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-5296740273585317099?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/T-bAx64HP3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5296740273585317099/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-to-stop-bottle.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/5296740273585317099?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/5296740273585317099?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/T-bAx64HP3g/when-to-stop-bottle.html" title="When to Stop the Bottle?" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJ2YRgh9QY/S8KP6yPl9AI/AAAAAAAAAQU/elIzF9XZPX8/s72-c/wenn5457946suri__oPt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-to-stop-bottle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICRXc4fCp7ImA9WxFTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-1825891899066599241</id><published>2010-04-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:49:24.934-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-08T21:49:24.934-07:00</app:edited><title>Five Question Friday</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ready, okay!! (Sorry, just getting my cheerleader on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am trying something new out here on Fridays! I found this fun Friday post&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rules: Copy and paste the following questions to your blog. Answer them,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you don't have a blog, but would still like to play along, feel free to leave your answers in the comments part of this blog post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Zooey Deschanel, I have loved her in all the movies she has done. I think she would make a good me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Did you ever go to summer camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I went to cheerleading camp during the summer. I also attend a few Girl Scout camps in high school too! But summer camp, like you see in the movies? No, I never went to summer camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. What sends you running and screaming in the other direction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When Monkey (our cat) coughing up hair-balls. Ugh, the sound that is involved on hurling one of those babys up is horrible... Then comes the clean up. That sends me running as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. What is something you do that drives your spouse nuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think all my OCD tendencies drives him nuts! Haha, but after being together 8 years, he is starting to get used to all my corks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. What is currently your favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGYxiIspEBc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Lay Me Down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;by The Dirty Heads feat. Rome of Sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-1825891899066599241?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/CA9rc8maxwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1825891899066599241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-question-friday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/1825891899066599241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/1825891899066599241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/CA9rc8maxwk/five-question-friday.html" title="Five Question Friday" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-question-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFSHc-eSp7ImA9WxFTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-6750221433462971596</id><published>2010-04-06T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:03:39.951-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-06T23:03:39.951-07:00</app:edited><title>I Love Apples, but Don't Eat Them.</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(had to share).&lt;br /&gt;
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trust the apple theory&lt;br /&gt;
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*disclaimer* although this theory has been well tested and mentally documented, no real studies have been done involving control groups in a lab with humans or monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
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somewhere along the great path of adolescence i discovered an interesting trend among my peers. i noticed that people who take the time out to eat an apple, im talking grab the apple, eat it right there people tend to be more honest/trustworthy. why? well, that part has been harder to pinpoint but an early theory leads me to believe there might be a direct correlation between the time spent to eat an apple in peace with certain personality types. what is also unclear is if people who pre-slice fall into this theory. i have a feeling they might, but i cant confirm it, so anyone else thats studied this phenomenon, please contact me if you have conclusive evidence. it also seems to apply itself across the board from red delicious, granny smith, pink ladies, fujis, all of apple varieties. as for dried fruit versions like fruit jerky and sugar coated dried fruit? sorry, dont think youre honest.&lt;br /&gt;
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how i discovered this theory is unclear, but general observation over the years started adding up and proving itself. maybe its the whole fruit thing? does it apply to strawberries and blueberries? ill be honest(because i eat apples), im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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do yourself a favor and start observing the people around you. that guy eating the big mac and fries....dont trust him. the person snacking on some twinkies....id watch out too. your friend that always eats bananas...thats debatable, but potentially shady activity.&lt;br /&gt;
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test it out and then you too can be a believer in the trust the apple theory.&lt;br /&gt;
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dig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-6750221433462971596?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/m3LozAWk5vo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6750221433462971596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-apples-but-dont-eat-them.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6750221433462971596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6750221433462971596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/m3LozAWk5vo/i-love-apples-but-dont-eat-them.html" title="I Love Apples, but Don't Eat Them." /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-apples-but-dont-eat-them.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYERHw8eip7ImA9WxFTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828748783897034821.post-6436298706865055483</id><published>2010-03-31T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:55:05.272-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-31T00:55:05.272-07:00</app:edited><title>Things That Make You Say "hmm"</title><content type="html">
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The big question is...?&lt;br /&gt;
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How do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Lose that much weight in such short time?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you think about it... It's about 1 pound a day. I can do a pound a day! I just wont eat...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;NOT EAT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I will starve myself!&lt;br /&gt;
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It should be pretty easy to do! I don't eat all day as it is, I can just not eat dinner too.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it. My weight loss plan has been constructed! I will just not eat, and I will lose 90 pounds in 90 days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flash forward to the next day...&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, hi there delicious taco shells! How are you all doing today? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey there tub-o-candy! It sure is a nice day out, how 'bout you come sit outside with me and we will watch the boys play?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh my Coke a Cola! You look good in that red can today! I bet you would taste even better in a glass over ice?!&lt;br /&gt;
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And so that is why I can't starve myself...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I LOVE FOOD!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to learn moderation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to learn dedication.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to have myself hypnotized...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3828748783897034821-6677632816052553906?l=tapthatmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TapThatMom/~4/UCXWApfJpbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6677632816052553906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/loosing-it.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6677632816052553906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828748783897034821/posts/default/6677632816052553906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TapThatMom/~3/UCXWApfJpbQ/loosing-it.html" title="Loosing it" /><author><name>Krystal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q5wBqM5o0w/TjYwIeN8PbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9QvsUDzwBVs/s220/281678_10150387203395968_502880967_10210981_4259773_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tapthatmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/loosing-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

