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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" gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQXwycCp7ImA9WxNaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789</id><updated>2009-11-24T13:38:50.298-05:00</updated><title>Mom On Wheels</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGQHo9eip7ImA9WxNbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-6694758538742543337</id><published>2009-11-20T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:07:01.462-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-20T11:07:01.462-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Where Have You Been?</title><content type="html">I have been so busy lately with other projects that I simply have let my blog fall off the radar.  With the holidays and my dad's recent passing, life still goes on and on and on.  There is so much on my plate with my older ones in high school I am trying to keep up with all that goes on there not just with homework but with their sports as well.  They go to a Catholic school so volunteering is essential and involvement is really key to their success.  So that's that.  Then there is baseball, cross country, and basketball.  Practices and games and any other social activities that they need to be driven to.  There is also the weekend SAT class for my older one as well as weekend baseball showcase camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little ones are active too.  My princess is in soccer but thankfully wrapping that up.  She also has her homework and other activities she likes to do.  She also has CCD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are not overbooked but I am.  I don't really mind it in fact I think I am quite good at it.  It keeps me busy and productive and I don't mind the work.  I just feel bad sometimes when my blog activity takes a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest project is starting my princess' own blog.  She is a terrific story writer and there is nothing more that I would love than to put her stories up on a blog for others to read.  The stories are quite funny and interesting.  She tries her heart out to get all of the words spelled correctly.  Of course then there are the pictures that she draws to accompany the story.  Truly hilarious and I would love to share all of that with my fellow bloggers.  Maybe this weekend I will be able to set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have re-engaged myself in my own Organizing Blog that is really my secret passion.  Won't you please visit it &lt;a href="http://tmorganizing.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and consider adding me to your blog reader?  There will be menus, easy recipes,and all kinds of organizing projects along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-6694758538742543337?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/d32VfQMlb3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6694758538742543337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=6694758538742543337" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/6694758538742543337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/6694758538742543337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-have-you-been.html" title="Where Have You Been?" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQXYzfyp7ImA9WxNSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-8481194423813047611</id><published>2009-09-01T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:13:20.887-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T11:13:20.887-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Drawings</title><content type="html">My princess was at it again.  Yesterday I found her in my office at the desk drawing her little heart out. I can't explain this talent she has. Neither myself or my husband can draw.  Well he is a little bit better than me and somewhat on the artistic side.  But I notice with her she has a passion to draw and create art whether it is painting, sculpting, or making jewelry. I notice she loves to have her hand in something artistic at all times.  Here are a two of the creations she came up with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is jumping rope while two bunnies watch her.  She just learned how to jump rope which has quickly become another of her passions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Sp0469nmdGI/AAAAAAAABIM/BpQsWkLP6XI/s1600-h/Kelly+bunny+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Sp0469nmdGI/AAAAAAAABIM/BpQsWkLP6XI/s400/Kelly+bunny+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376516115774469218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't get a clear shot of what one of the bunny's faces looks like she drew you an up close picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Sp047QeLkQI/AAAAAAAABIU/aAfI7cVVNEo/s1600-h/Kelly+bunny+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Sp047QeLkQI/AAAAAAAABIU/aAfI7cVVNEo/s400/Kelly+bunny+closeup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376516120835232002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-8481194423813047611?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/9CqzxFVgcnM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8481194423813047611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=8481194423813047611" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/8481194423813047611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/8481194423813047611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/drawings.html" title="Drawings" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Sp0469nmdGI/AAAAAAAABIM/BpQsWkLP6XI/s72-c/Kelly+bunny+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YCRn48cCp7ImA9WxNSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-2591088569046968217</id><published>2009-08-29T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:06:07.078-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-29T09:06:07.078-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><title>My Perfect Pantry</title><content type="html">So excited! My pantry is featured this week &lt;a href="is so excited.  My pantry is featured in "The Perfect Pantry" Blog...check it out here!  http://www.theperfectpantry.com/2009/08/other-peoples-pantries-83.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and also check out &lt;a href="tmorganizing.blogspot.com"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://homeorganizing.wordpress.com"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; in general.  I would love to have you as a reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-2591088569046968217?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/DF2DXFLCFLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2591088569046968217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=2591088569046968217" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2591088569046968217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2591088569046968217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-perfect-pantry.html" title="My Perfect Pantry" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQCQH0_cCp7ImA9WxNSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-1648377510483198139</id><published>2009-08-28T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:46:01.348-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T11:46:01.348-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Isn't She Cute?</title><content type="html">Yesterday my princess came home from school and in her planner was her homework assignment. I am beginning to really love first grade!  And I love that she is taking her work seriously enough to look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Spf7qzM5N0I/AAAAAAAABH0/eemFcvbbi1I/s1600-h/Kellyhandwriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Spf7qzM5N0I/AAAAAAAABH0/eemFcvbbi1I/s400/Kellyhandwriting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375041393007343426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-1648377510483198139?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/yCKp1JVu4F8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1648377510483198139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=1648377510483198139" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1648377510483198139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1648377510483198139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/isnt-she-cute.html" title="Isn't She Cute?" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/Spf7qzM5N0I/AAAAAAAABH0/eemFcvbbi1I/s72-c/Kellyhandwriting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQER385fip7ImA9WxNTFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-6176098913983343436</id><published>2009-08-16T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:05:06.126-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-16T18:05:06.126-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Whew..where did time go?</title><content type="html">All of my followers must be thinking that I fell off the face of the earth. Actually I have been working hard at some various projects that just take up most of my time.  One of them is&lt;a href="http://homeorganizing.wordpress.com"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; and the other is &lt;a href="http://tmorganizing.blogspot.com"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks in July I was also away at jury duty which was a most awesome experience that I promise to blog about one day in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on some business stuff while trying to brace myself for the coming school year that is about to start in just 12 hours.  The older ones are off to high school and the little ones are in elementary and preschool.  Good thing I am organized or I fear I would never make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to planning dinners a week in advance, preparing and planning for school lunches, and waking up early in the morning to get everyone ready for school and out the door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new driver in the family so maybe I can get him to drive us to school. And then while he is driving us I might be able to catch a few zzzzzzzzzzzzzz's in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-6176098913983343436?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/AywJ1HUYxic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6176098913983343436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=6176098913983343436" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/6176098913983343436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/6176098913983343436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/whewwhere-did-time-go.html" title="Whew..where did time go?" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQHY6fCp7ImA9WxJVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-8449265894738827014</id><published>2009-07-05T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:40:51.814-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T12:40:51.814-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Review" /><title>RIP MJ</title><content type="html">Unless you have been hiding under a rock this past week, you know the tragic news of Michael Jackson.  Now admittedly, I did not really follow MJ since "Bad".  I just thought he was going off the deep end with the crazy behavior.  I liked some of the newer music like "Man In The Mirror", "Feed The World", and "Black or White"...but his behavior and the accusations and the plastic surgery caused me to lose interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this was not how I felt growing up.  Now that I am approaching 44 years of age, most of my life had some piece of the Jackson empire in it whether it was the Jackson 5, the Jacksons, or MJ.  In the spirit of this week I revisited my albums, youtube and my ipod to enjoy the music that I grew up with and was amazed at how so MANY songs from many different eras brought back a distinctive memory.  I don't know of another group or singer that has spanned my life through music as clearly as MJ has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up in elementary school in the early to mid 70s, we all tried to do the robot dance in Dancing Machine.  Even though I could not dance like this I knew the words and I sang the songs.  Include in there "Ben" and "I Want You Back" (which is one of my top 5 Jackson songs).  Then I went to junior high school from 1977- 1980 and we oozed the Jacksons and MJ there too with my personal favorites "Shake Your Body" and "Off The Wall".  In high school, obviously it was Thriller.  Gosh, they played so many MJ songs at my senior prom. I don't have a favorite but I know the words to each one on this album.  In college, it was "Bad" which is one of my all time favorite videos.  I loved MTV at that time.  It was new and exciting.  It was something that I had to distract me from my college homework.  MTV was a neat outlet.  Back then it was all about the videos that I really liked so much.  "We Are The World" was a great video and I still love to re-watch it naming all the stars in the video and drooling over the younger and oh-so-hot Bruce Springsteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I grew up out of college, I appreciated more of the charity type of songs that MJ produced and sang like "Heal The World" and "Man In The Mirror"...such beautiful songs about giving and loving and helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mid to late 90s and into the 2000's I didn't care for MJ because of the strangeness that followed him.  I was disturbed by the molestation allegations and I still don't know how I feel about his involvement (if he did it or didn't do it).  He didn't produce much after this and I lost track of him.  But now that he has tragically died at a young age, I am really enjoying my ipod and youtube reliving my memories of yesteryear.  It was such a great time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about MJ?   Have you been reliving music from the past like I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-8449265894738827014?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/QS4acjeP_jo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8449265894738827014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=8449265894738827014" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/8449265894738827014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/8449265894738827014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-mj.html" title="RIP MJ" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBRXYzfip7ImA9WxJVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-2190832958920770691</id><published>2009-07-04T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:17:34.886-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T12:17:34.886-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><title>Has It Been A Month Really?</title><content type="html">I just noticed that it has been a month since my last blog post...shame on me.  I feel like I should join that group "Blogging Without Obligation".  I must have lost some followers along the way.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not without reason.  With my summer vacation (where my laptop conveniently broke and I could not blog from the vacation trail), all of my kid's activities (isn't summer supposed to slow down?), and &lt;a href="http://homeorganizing.wordpress.com"&gt;my business ventures &lt;/a&gt;and social networking it's no wonder I have not had any time to blog on here.  Oh and did I mention that my home computer crashed too so I have been spending time trying to reinstall every program on there that gave me such great convenience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goal is to blog as soon as possible regarding my summer vacation which took us through our great state of Florida, Alabama, Georgia and South Carolina.  It was not just a vacation but a tour of colleges for my older guy who will be going off to college in two years.  Every time I say that I shake my head in amazement that it is not far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also blog my kids activities between the baseball tourneys, the basketball league, dancing recitals, and swimming lessons, it will fill up the holes of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when am I not pursuing a new business venture..ummmm..NEVER!  It's always something in my mind.  But check it out on my two newer blogs...and if you can follow me there or add my blogs to your reader I would be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmorganizing.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mommy Organizer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeorganizing.wordpress.com"&gt;Organizing Your Home and Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-2190832958920770691?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/CSmrQWcIlR8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2190832958920770691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=2190832958920770691" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2190832958920770691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2190832958920770691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-it-been-month-really.html" title="Has It Been A Month Really?" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IER3w_fCp7ImA9WxJXEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-7519147059222655526</id><published>2009-06-04T20:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:11:46.244-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T23:11:46.244-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My So Called Life" /><title>Feed A Cold....With Exercise</title><content type="html">Yesterday morning I woke up with the first signs of a cold..sore throat and post nasal drip.  I started to become upset because we are going on our one and only summer vacation next week and the last thing I need is to be bogged down with a nasty cold on the trip.  I took a few vitamin C which always gives me acid reflux but I take it anyway hoping to fight off the cold.  All day long I was feeling the sore throat and it was making me feel tired and lazy.  I contemplated calling off my personal training session.  I don't have that many left and I don't want to waste one on a day where my performance is not optimal.  But something made me keep the session and off I dragged my achy body to the gym.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I did my usual warm up which is a mile long jog around the upstairs track.  It was ok..not my best and not my worst but the throat was bothering me and I was feeling lightheaded and my stomach was acidic from the vitamins and the drip.  Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the exercise floor my trainer, Amy, tells me that today was going to be a unique day.  We were going to be doing our entire hour long workout with these ceiling straps that dangle almost to the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SihuYukZkiI/AAAAAAAABFU/iafyFc2_YFU/s1600-h/bilde.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SihuYukZkiI/AAAAAAAABFU/iafyFc2_YFU/s400/bilde.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343642328971711010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many different exercises and they were extremely tough and left me winded and dripping with sweat all hour long.  But I made it through somehow without barfing, although a couple of times I swear I almost was going to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beat on the way home. I dragged myself into the house, took a shower, and went to bed. And then the most amazing thing happened this morning.  I woke up and my cold and sore throat were completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is something to this exercise thing.  It must build up immunities.  Maybe I sweated the cold out.  I am not sure but there is one thing for sure...I know what I will be doing if I ever feel another cold coming on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-7519147059222655526?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/pe0vv_DSr4M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7519147059222655526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=7519147059222655526" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/7519147059222655526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/7519147059222655526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/feed-coldwith-exercise.html" title="Feed A Cold....With Exercise" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SihuYukZkiI/AAAAAAAABFU/iafyFc2_YFU/s72-c/bilde.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HQHY5eCp7ImA9WxJXEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-1134815750570190081</id><published>2009-06-03T09:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:47:11.820-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T09:47:11.820-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>End of a Great School Year</title><content type="html">The school year is coming to a close and it is bittersweet for me.  It's been a hectic year logistically because this is the first and only year that all 4 of my kids were in different schools.  This made getting them to and from a big huge challenge.  In all honesty that was the only draw back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed watching my princess in her first year of school.  She really thrived in kindergarten much better than I had ever hoped she would.  Her teacher was so wonderful and the year was filled with so many exciting lessons and activities.  She started off the year learning how to read words and ended the year reading full books.  Not only is she reading but I have noticed that she is actually understanding and comprehending what she is reading. She is able to feel what the author is saying.  She is in love with the library and we just went and checked out 15 books this month for her to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TG6laAI/AAAAAAAABE0/8Aa04V2rics/s1600-h/parentday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TG6laAI/AAAAAAAABE0/8Aa04V2rics/s400/parentday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096874660620290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so pleased with the great progress that my baby boy is making too in his preschool.  He is speaking so well now and his thoughts are so cute and keep me smiling.  His latest venture has been on the computer.  He loves the computer and enjoys playing on some of the reading websites like &lt;a href="http://www.starfall.com"&gt;starfall&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.funbrain.com"&gt;funbrain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-SVu22ZI/AAAAAAAABEs/66cciIEg5jg/s1600-h/Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-SVu22ZI/AAAAAAAABEs/66cciIEg5jg/s400/Jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096861458094482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older boys had a great year too.  My younger teen ends his middle school years on a happy note.  Straight As and a first place math trophy.  He is off to a foreign school next year where the only person he will know roaming the halls is his older brother.  He is going to miss his friends, I know that.  But we are able to give him a really great opportunity at a wonderful private Catholic high school that will hopefully open more doors and teach him on a deeper level than he would have gotten at the high school near our house.  I know he is sad but I have faith that he will meet some really great kids there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-THFXqSI/AAAAAAAABE8/W8ezROmHyds/s1600-h/ryanprom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-THFXqSI/AAAAAAAABE8/W8ezROmHyds/s400/ryanprom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096874705856802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about my oldest boy except that I am finding bittersweet in all of the days that lie ahead of me.  I no longer feel like I have oodles of time left before he is walking out the door to college.  It's only two years away and suddenly two years feels like tomorrow.  When he was on the JV baseball team I didn't worry because that meant he still had Varsity.  But now he is at Varsity and there is nothing after that at high school.  He is getting his high school ring in a few months and the milestones keep rushing in.  It feels like it is all coming so fast.  He is into men's clothing, shoes, and smelling nice.  He is not shaving yet thank goodness.  Still a baby face to me.  I remember when he was a baby.  I had all kinds of time with him then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TeAjjGI/AAAAAAAABFE/BMI0oC2tsfU/s1600-h/NHS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TeAjjGI/AAAAAAAABFE/BMI0oC2tsfU/s400/NHS4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096880859679842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going off on our summer vacation next week and I think that there will only be a few more of them before he is off to college.  I hear a lot of parents say our jobs are to give them roots and wings.  I like the roots.  I don't like the wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to embrace the roots as long as I can and give thanks for all of my four wonderful blessings.  I love them so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TuE3PHI/AAAAAAAABFM/tzmXqI5NK8s/s1600-h/mothersday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TuE3PHI/AAAAAAAABFM/tzmXqI5NK8s/s400/mothersday5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096885172714610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-1134815750570190081?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/YdWA3MRPlq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1134815750570190081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=1134815750570190081" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1134815750570190081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1134815750570190081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-great-school-year.html" title="End of a Great School Year" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SiZ-TG6laAI/AAAAAAAABE0/8Aa04V2rics/s72-c/parentday2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFQHkzfip7ImA9WxJQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-2436726495016668343</id><published>2009-05-31T15:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:31:51.786-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T15:31:51.786-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My So Called Life" /><title>My trusty old friend</title><content type="html">I knew something would eventually happen to my computer's hard drive.  After all, it is older than my princess by a few months.  That would make it 6+ years.  The computer has seen me have another child since then.  It has seen us buy a new larger flat screen monitor for it.  It has seen us evolve with newer programs for preschool children that will only tax it's memory and processor speed.  Two older boys would now do their homework on this computer that used to be just mine.  It's been through thousands of downloaded photos.  It never failed me, ever.  Sure it's slowed down over the years and has caused me to reboot many many times but I felt loyal to it.  I never looked to replace it.  Yes I knew one day it would die.  I knew I would have to back up my files.  I kept postponing that process hoping that it would come more later than sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just last week I opened up my own account on igoogle and google docs.  I got out of my denial and purchased a few jump drives and emptied all of my photos onto a jump drive, just in case.  I started uploading my important files to google docs and also downloaded my outlook calendar to google, just in case.  I was going to work on email and contacts this weekend.  I was going to do the rest of the files today, just in case.  But last night while working on my trusty Dell in the midnight hours while everyone else had gone to sleep, something went terribly wrong.  The screen froze.  But that had happened before and maybe I had too many windows open.  I rebooted and then got the message that this might be the end.  It was the blue screen of death.  The one where it gives you the message that some important looking and too long sounding file is corrupt.  What was I going to do.  I had not yet completed my documents backup.  I rebooted.  It didn't help. I rebooted again.  Nothing.  The tower started making funny noises.  This wasn't good.  I knew it.  My just in case moment came and I felt panicky.  I lost my internet access.  I lost my email.  All of them.  I could not get to my blogs or my reader.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my closet where I have carefully stored all of my computers disks and backups.  The only thing I knew was to reinstall Windows and pray.  I found the disk, put it in, and hope that something can be saved.  It rebooted, reinstalled, but everything was lost.  My internet access, drivers, files, email, applications, programs, and my bookmarks.  I turned it off and went to bed.  I couldn't sleep. I felt like I lost a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke this morning, it felt like a sad day.  No computer.  I was going to have to start shopping around for a new one.  Initially I thought of just starting from scratch on the trusty old Dell but I have come to the realization that 6 years to a computer is like 90 years to a human.  I am going to retire and bury my trusty Dell and replace it with another Dell, a newer and improved model.  I am sure I will get to love my new Dell, once I buy it and set it up.  But I know that it will never be the same as my old best friend.  RIP my old Dell and I hope that the new Dell is as good to me as you were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-2436726495016668343?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/ulNFULAF8NE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2436726495016668343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=2436726495016668343" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2436726495016668343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2436726495016668343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-it-rains-it-pours.html" title="My trusty old friend" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MR3czfCp7ImA9WxJQEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-8184703276296337230</id><published>2009-05-22T14:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:34:46.984-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T15:34:46.984-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My So Called Life" /><title>So Much Going On</title><content type="html">There is just too much going on but for some strange reason my brain likes being on overload. I have always been that way but never could explain it.  A lot of times people say to me "Where do you get all of your energy" and I tell them I have no clue.  I can no longer blame it on the caffeine from my daily diet cokes (jumping for joy).  But the strange thing is that the more sedentary I am, the more tired I am and the less productive I become....ie, lazy...and I hate that.  I guess I will never fully retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cram a lot of things in my one day.  It's like a personal challenge to try to get as much done but a lot of things that I do are just plain fun to me...like playing with my kids, polishing my daughter's nails, cooking my family dinner, making brownies, playing on facebook and catching up with old friends and relatives, sweeping up the mud and dirt that the kids drag in, working out with my husband, organizing, decluttering, cleaning, yada, yada, yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel compelled to tell how I do all of this every day.  Take my 4 kids to 4 different schools and then manage to get myself to work, take on the demands of my job, pick the 4 kids up from the 4 different schools, make dinner, do laundry, get at least 2 of the 4 kids to some sort of sport or extra curricular activity, get baths done, homework done, get the kids to bed, and then get myself to bed.  I swear seeing it written down on paper makes my head spin. I forgot to mention that I pay the bills, clean up, prepare for the next day, and countless other things.  I have a husband who helps A LOT..thank goodness for that because I know people who don't have that support...but even with his help, I seem to be the one driving the train.  I am ok with that because I am a bit of a control freak in that respect.  Do you kind of relate to that because I think a lot of us moms do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this life. I wouldn't slow it down at all because it keeps me fit, physically and mentally.  One of my goals in life, god willing, is to be active, fit and healthy enough for my future grandchildren. I want to be a hands on mother and hands on grandmother. I can't imagine retiring because even if I retired from my working life, I would still find some other ways to occupy my time like spending time with my kids, babysitting grandkids, traveling with my husband.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on and on and on and on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-8184703276296337230?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/N6Oo7qo9U9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8184703276296337230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=8184703276296337230" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/8184703276296337230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/8184703276296337230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-going-on.html" title="So Much Going On" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACRn84eip7ImA9WxJRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-5841917524662633897</id><published>2009-05-20T13:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:06:07.132-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T14:06:07.132-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogs" /><title>My New Hobby/Blog</title><content type="html">I have a new blog and I am so excited.  I have been busy researching content and drawing on personal experiences to fill the blog with all kinds of fun stuff.  If you get a chance please visit it and I would love it if you would subscribe to my feed and follow me on this exciting journey.  And if you are so inclined, please pass me along to other friends or tweets.  I would really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmorganizing.blogspot.com"&gt;The Mommy Organizer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/ShRGbNEtAzI/AAAAAAAABEY/KpfrUWKrULM/s1600-h/driveheaderyellow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/ShRGbNEtAzI/AAAAAAAABEY/KpfrUWKrULM/s400/driveheaderyellow.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337968891520680754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are ever in need of a blog makeover, this &lt;a href="http://www.nwdesignsit.com/"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; is a gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-5841917524662633897?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/XUXmN6Xisoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5841917524662633897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=5841917524662633897" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/5841917524662633897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/5841917524662633897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-hobbyblog.html" title="My New Hobby/Blog" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/ShRGbNEtAzI/AAAAAAAABEY/KpfrUWKrULM/s72-c/driveheaderyellow.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MQ309fyp7ImA9WxJRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-4604545141372605106</id><published>2009-05-20T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:58:02.367-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T09:58:02.367-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Teacher Conference</title><content type="html">This morning we went to our end of the year teacher conference with our princess' kindergarten teacher.  We have really been very pleased with this particular teacher and the school in general.  The school is so well run and organized.  Her growth has really exceeded our expectations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly happy to learn that the system by which she is evaluated for her reading level is very thorough.  I don't know all of the metrics that the teacher is looking at but she did explain it on a high level.  At the beginning of kindergarten they are usually reading at an "A" level and by the end of the year the school expects them to be reading at a "C" level.  Our teacher's goal is to read at a "D" level.  Our princess is reading at an "H" level so I am particularly happy about that. The one thing that the teacher explained to us was that the school has a really great resource center that allows the children to use materials that suit their individual learning levels, not necessarily the level of the other students.  So if there are children that fall above or below the average level of the rest of the kids, the teacher can provide materials to each kid at that level.  So that made me feel very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her evaluation of her math skills went really well too.  She knows how to tell time but now we are going to work on fractions of hours like half hour, 15 minutes past the hour, etc.  She understands most denominations of money except for the quarter (but she sure knows how to spend it!).  We will work on her money skills too.  She also can add and subtract single digit numbers and can count to 100 by 10s and 5s and can count to 20 by 2s.  So exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One skill that I have been working on is money.  I try to give her every opportunity to understand money because I think it is important to know these skills early on.  When she got $5 from the tooth fairy a few weeks ago I took her to the toy store and helped her pick out something that was within her price range.  I also let her pay for it at the counter and let her receive the change. We counted the change together.  She has a piggy bank and we put our change in the piggy bank.  Whenever she gets money she puts some of it in the piggy bank.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be bittersweet when we end the school year because I am going to miss her teacher very much.  Hopefully we will still stay in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-4604545141372605106?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/84qv83RyP1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4604545141372605106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=4604545141372605106" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/4604545141372605106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/4604545141372605106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/teacher-conference.html" title="Teacher Conference" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cEQnw4fSp7ImA9WxJSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-1136112778745399508</id><published>2009-05-09T18:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:43:23.235-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T18:43:23.235-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Picnic Fun</title><content type="html">Yesterday was such a great day with my two little ones. First stop was at the daycare where they had a special breakfast treat for all of the moms.  Donuts and juice.  I was so glad to have some time to spend with my little man while we drank juice and ate donuts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYB3rqOIrI/AAAAAAAABCo/l3MyqvI2tu4/s1600-h/100_3685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYB3rqOIrI/AAAAAAAABCo/l3MyqvI2tu4/s400/100_3685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333952864791175858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYBsZNhLEI/AAAAAAAABCg/3UKjZUqkQR0/s1600-h/100_3689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYBsZNhLEI/AAAAAAAABCg/3UKjZUqkQR0/s400/100_3689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333952670860389442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards it was off to my princess' school where they had a special Parent Picnic filed with fun and games in the morning and then a picnic lunch.  The games gave me great ideas for future parties here at the house with my little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncy Ball Races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYFhZ07P3I/AAAAAAAABDg/ccm4wOSh9fQ/s1600-h/100_3692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYFhZ07P3I/AAAAAAAABDg/ccm4wOSh9fQ/s400/100_3692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333956880093626226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Making Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYFg5ZmXHI/AAAAAAAABDY/kWKfecRhE4Y/s1600-h/100_3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYFg5ZmXHI/AAAAAAAABDY/kWKfecRhE4Y/s400/100_3702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333956871389076594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sack Races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEf5hHtTI/AAAAAAAABDQ/G2mzmJgZUFg/s1600-h/100_3703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEf5hHtTI/AAAAAAAABDQ/G2mzmJgZUFg/s400/100_3703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333955754729125170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating our lunch together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEfV5bYNI/AAAAAAAABDI/ajFzvs9njqE/s1600-h/100_3705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEfV5bYNI/AAAAAAAABDI/ajFzvs9njqE/s400/100_3705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333955745167401170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEfPKAihI/AAAAAAAABDA/OCY1gvnYznY/s1600-h/100_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEfPKAihI/AAAAAAAABDA/OCY1gvnYznY/s400/100_3706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333955743357897234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEe0dqnbI/AAAAAAAABC4/2lbXShixuNI/s1600-h/100_3711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEe0dqnbI/AAAAAAAABC4/2lbXShixuNI/s400/100_3711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333955736192589234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a goofy picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEevlvq7I/AAAAAAAABCw/Ml-AOGThPtE/s1600-h/100_3713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYEevlvq7I/AAAAAAAABCw/Ml-AOGThPtE/s400/100_3713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333955734884297650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was so hot and sweaty and exhausted from all of the activities I really enjoyed making friends with some of the other moms. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses.  It was so nice to be in a circle of friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-1136112778745399508?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/_KY0Tn0c1ho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1136112778745399508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=1136112778745399508" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1136112778745399508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1136112778745399508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/picnic-fun.html" title="Picnic Fun" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYB3rqOIrI/AAAAAAAABCo/l3MyqvI2tu4/s72-c/100_3685.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHQXk6eip7ImA9WxJSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-2783738891762458908</id><published>2009-05-08T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:55:30.712-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T18:55:30.712-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Lost First Tooth</title><content type="html">The other day my princess lost her first tooth.  I have to say though that I have been through this with my two older boys so the novelty of this has worn off a bit.  Even so, she's my princess and this is yet another reminder that my little girl is growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI8d4I9BI/AAAAAAAABD4/WqBVFpWGvfw/s1600-h/100_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI8d4I9BI/AAAAAAAABD4/WqBVFpWGvfw/s400/100_3677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960643572200466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI8FQvTxI/AAAAAAAABDw/97UZQYuUAi8/s1600-h/100_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI8FQvTxI/AAAAAAAABDw/97UZQYuUAi8/s400/100_3676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960636964491026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI758WCII/AAAAAAAABDo/sVJgfBuMUaM/s1600-h/100_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI758WCII/AAAAAAAABDo/sVJgfBuMUaM/s400/100_3675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960633926158466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still my precious princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYJqWYTdwI/AAAAAAAABEI/hGRLnMJFzVc/s1600-h/100_3714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYJqWYTdwI/AAAAAAAABEI/hGRLnMJFzVc/s400/100_3714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333961431833605890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYJqBRFK5I/AAAAAAAABEA/IGUgV5meXBQ/s1600-h/100_3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYJqBRFK5I/AAAAAAAABEA/IGUgV5meXBQ/s400/100_3715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333961426166164370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-2783738891762458908?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/ByuDfwnCelU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2783738891762458908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=2783738891762458908" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2783738891762458908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2783738891762458908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-first-tooth.html" title="Lost First Tooth" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgYI8d4I9BI/AAAAAAAABD4/WqBVFpWGvfw/s72-c/100_3677.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAMQngyeCp7ImA9WxJSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-5049931499850202741</id><published>2009-05-06T01:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:33:03.690-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-06T09:33:03.690-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>A Very Special Princess Birthday</title><content type="html">I am not a big believer in going somewhere expensive and overpriced for birthday parties.  I have done this in the past like the bowling alley or Chuckie Cheese but it has been rare and everytime I have done it, I remind myself that I can put on just as good of a party at a fraction of the price right at home.  This year I did just that for my princess...it was a pool party with lots of games and swimming right in our backyard.  Even the cupcakes were homemade.  A Dad of one of the girls who came told me that he really enjoyed just relaxing in a backyard home party instead of those over-stimulating, headache inducing, game room type of parties.  Here are a few photos that commemorate the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had to make the cupcakes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgEANLlRg2I/AAAAAAAABBw/n6Ydd-buPHg/s1600-h/100_3627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgEANLlRg2I/AAAAAAAABBw/n6Ydd-buPHg/s400/100_3627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332543660230804322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made them with a regular chocolate store bought cake mix and lined the cupcake tin with pink liners.  I frosted them with a vanilla buttercream frosting that is so easy to make.  The recipe is below.  After frosting the cupcakes, I sprayed a pink color mist food coloring on the cupcakes to give it a slight tint. I then sprinkled on some ice cream sprinkles to give it a party look.  Play around with the food mist colorings and decorations for a fun cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttercream Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. butter, softened or Crisco&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl, beat together sugar, butter, vanilla and milk until smooth. If necessary add more milk until frosting is spreading consistency. Mix everything well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate buttercream frosting - add 1/2 cup Hershey's cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guests arrived, we jumped into the pool with some pool toys and rafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9Iz_JvYI/AAAAAAAABAw/nAPiTvkqXAM/s1600-h/100_3629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9Iz_JvYI/AAAAAAAABAw/nAPiTvkqXAM/s400/100_3629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332540286642535810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9JBIrxtI/AAAAAAAABA4/YjOeTYCdRdE/s1600-h/100_3634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9JBIrxtI/AAAAAAAABA4/YjOeTYCdRdE/s400/100_3634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332540290172176082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the little guys played together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9JeVxLhI/AAAAAAAABBA/zaBjjpd1ra4/s1600-h/100_3636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9JeVxLhI/AAAAAAAABBA/zaBjjpd1ra4/s400/100_3636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332540298011684370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting out of the pool, we played a few games such as egg race, sack race, and fill up the jug with water (I was having so much fun with the last one that I didn't get a photo of it).  For the egg race, get two hard boiled eggs and two large spoons.  Make teams.  Each person has to walk around a cone and back balancing an egg on a spoon.   If the egg falls off the person has to pick it up and put it back on.  The team that finishes first wins.  Fill the jug up with water is also fun.  You need two empty jugs, two buckets of water, and two scoops.  The object of the game is for the first person on each team goes to the bucket of water, scoops up water in their scooper and goes over the jug and drops the water into the jug.  They run back and the next person does the same thing.  The first team to fill the jug up to the top wins.  Because the kids were smaller I used a half-gallon empty jug to fill up and a small paper cup as the scooper.  The kids had loads of fun with the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9JxmYu1I/AAAAAAAABBI/Ct0aKZwjj5Y/s1600-h/100_3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9JxmYu1I/AAAAAAAABBI/Ct0aKZwjj5Y/s400/100_3638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332540303181658962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Egg Racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9J3iEj9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/9lnZknB1jFo/s1600-h/100_3639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD9J3iEj9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/9lnZknB1jFo/s400/100_3639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332540304774172626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sack Race...we recruited the teens to make this game more interesting and believe me, this was the most fun to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD-GTO2AyI/AAAAAAAABBY/nqI8WbCR08M/s1600-h/100_3646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD-GTO2AyI/AAAAAAAABBY/nqI8WbCR08M/s400/100_3646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332541343001871138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD-GqvZXFI/AAAAAAAABBg/SBP-B8n1hno/s1600-h/100_3651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD-GqvZXFI/AAAAAAAABBg/SBP-B8n1hno/s400/100_3651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332541349312420946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday 6 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD-GljoP2I/AAAAAAAABBo/FdiXc-0hl1Y/s1600-h/IMG00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgD-GljoP2I/AAAAAAAABBo/FdiXc-0hl1Y/s400/IMG00272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332541347920887650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-5049931499850202741?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/UzqUwuc65gE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5049931499850202741/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=5049931499850202741" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/5049931499850202741?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/5049931499850202741?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-special-princess-birthday.html" title="A Very Special Princess Birthday" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SgEANLlRg2I/AAAAAAAABBw/n6Ydd-buPHg/s72-c/100_3627.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGSX8zeCp7ImA9WxJSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-284633440038193220</id><published>2009-05-05T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:32:08.180-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T09:32:08.180-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My So Called Life" /><title>Willpower</title><content type="html">For as long as I can remember I have been a diet coke addict.  It's been so long that I don't remember when it started.  My habit usually took me to anywhere from 2-3 cans a day.  I tried to stop so many times but it never worked.  &lt;a href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-me-with-my-addition.html"&gt;I even blogged about it.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 11 days ago on a Saturday morning, in the midst of my big workout regiment, I admitted to my trainer/friend that I felt sluggish because I had not had a diet coke yet.  She looked at me curiously and we started talking about it. I admitted that I had a hard time breaking the habit and I felt I needed it to get me going in the morning.  Just talking about it made me feel better about wanting to do something about it.  She asked me to try hard to stop this time and if I did drink a diet coke I would have to admit it and then she would work me out 200% harder on our next workout.  I think that worked because it got me to stop and now I am 11 days clean of diet coke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely I think about it a lot.  I think about how good it would taste right about now.  That's when I turn my thoughts to something else and grab my bottled water.  People are asking me "are you getting headaches" or "are you going through withdrawal" and the answers are surprisingly NO.  Which led me to wonder how much of my "addiction" was physiological or psychological.  I think it is the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could give any good advice on this subject since it took me so long to cure my own self.  But what worked for me was an objective third party to give me a good challenge that I could not pass up.  For some reason, this time, it worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-284633440038193220?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/sfQi5GxqEf8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/284633440038193220/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=284633440038193220" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/284633440038193220?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/284633440038193220?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/willpower.html" title="Willpower" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQ38_fyp7ImA9WxVaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-2250544379053946772</id><published>2009-04-17T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:51:42.147-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T09:51:42.147-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School" /><title>Let Them Misspell</title><content type="html">My daughter is in kindergarten and we are so lucky to have a really wonderful teacher.  Early on in the year the teacher spoke with us about her plans to teach them how to write sentences and short essays.  I was pleased with her aggressive approach.  One of her requests to us what that when she writes that we do not spell any words for her.  We were supposed to encourage her to write the words how they sound.  Spelling them for her does not get her to think about the word and phonics.  So we did what sounded reasonable to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply feel from that logic that my daughter has really learned so much about phonics and words and has improved in her spelling all on her own.  And the essays we get from her are so cute and funny.  The words are sometimes really big and to see her give her 100% effort on getting them right really warms my heart...and helps her to learn so much more.  So if you want to really help your kids learn words and how to spell them, let them make mistakes on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJQGkQZRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ypt0Pqr_XuM/s1600-h/grasshoppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJQGkQZRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ypt0Pqr_XuM/s400/grasshoppers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657469099205906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJNYx0ezI/AAAAAAAAA-M/lsluE_bwxv8/s1600-h/bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJNYx0ezI/AAAAAAAAA-M/lsluE_bwxv8/s400/bees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657422448327474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJKEewmcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Ai-gIiOcxe8/s1600-h/ants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJKEewmcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Ai-gIiOcxe8/s400/ants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657365460064706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-2250544379053946772?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/46azvNhvLlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2250544379053946772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=2250544379053946772" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2250544379053946772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2250544379053946772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-them-misspell.html" title="Let Them Misspell" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SeiJQGkQZRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ypt0Pqr_XuM/s72-c/grasshoppers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4AQH87fyp7ImA9WxVaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-3777154377474980019</id><published>2009-04-15T13:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:52:21.107-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T13:52:21.107-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Menu Monday" /><title>Menu Monday err..Wednesday</title><content type="html">I like the idea of starting a Menu Monday....I had the menu all planned last weekend but failed to put it on my blog so here goes...a little bit late but here nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Leftover Turkey from Easter, Stuffing, Green Beans, Mashed Potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Ribeye Steak, buttered noodles, green beans, brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Pizza, mixed green salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Shrimp with orange pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Asian pork in the crockpot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - hamburgers/hot dogs, slaw salad, brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Lasagna, garlic toast, mixed green salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your menu this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=terrymill&amp;postid=15Apr2009&amp;meme=mpm"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-3777154377474980019?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/PK3obwVPcWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3777154377474980019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=3777154377474980019" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/3777154377474980019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/3777154377474980019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/04/menu-monday-errwednesday.html" title="Menu Monday err..Wednesday" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBQnwyfyp7ImA9WxVaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-1768056783039970261</id><published>2009-04-08T11:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:04:13.297-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T12:04:13.297-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Generalizations</title><content type="html">I just loathe generalizations.  They really are just a way for someone to lump a person into one group that someone has expectations of to behave a certain way or develop in a certain manner according to the group...or something like that.  When people make generalizations they don't take into account certain "other" factors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never witnessed these generalizations as much as when I started to have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was my decision to go back to work and send my child to daycare.  Lots of people asked me how I could do that...you know, send your kid off to a strange place so strangers could raise him.  I heard a lot of comments like "why do people have kids if they are going to send them to day care?" and "kids in day care turn out to be much more aggressive than kids not in day care."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my decision to not breastfeed.  It just wasn't in me.  Why do I have to explain it?  Well really I don't.  But people kept asking me "WHY NOT??" as if there was something inherently WRONG with my own personal decision.  I read a lot of opinions of how breastfeeding is best.  It probably is...FOR SOME PEOPLE...again, generalizations...breastfeeding is not for everyone and why did I need to explain that?  People would tell me "but children who breastfeed have a better chance of fighting off childhood illnesses".  That may be true.  But I have formula fed all 4 of my children and &lt;knock on wood&gt; have never had an allergy or an illness of any kind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the obvious generalizations when I got divorced.  I heard a lot about how my boys would never make it.  They had no chance.  They would struggle their whole lives. They will have a difficult time in school.  They will have a difficult time with relationships.  Their grades will fall. They will have behavioral problems.  I heard it all.  I felt the judgments.  All of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a difficult road being Catholic and divorced.  Not that any other faith  doesn't carry the hardships that come with being divorced. But my religion in particular comes with its share of judgments..after all, if you get divorced and remarried you are breaking Canon law.  But that's for another post that I plan to write one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with each passing day that my older boys live in the generalizations, they continue to amaze me how they seem to be proving them wrong.  My oldest boy was just invited into the National Honor Society.  He is making a 4.0 GPA and is going to Catholic high school.  My younger son is also making a 4.0 and will go to the same high school next year. I watch as they get selected by their teammates to be captains of their sports teams.  I watch them help people out all of the time. I watch them volunteer their time to helping handicap kids play soccer.  I watch them help elderly people in the store.  Every day I watch this stuff go on with my boys...the ones who were supposed to be aggressive because I sent them to day care, sickly because I didn't breastfeed, not amount to anything because I got divorced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their successes are no accident.  I make it a point to take them to church every Sunday.  In fact I fought my ex in court so I could have every Sunday with my kids. I even pay for that Sunday in child support to my ex just to have every Sunday.  People have asked me "why is Sunday so important to you that you would pay your ex to get that day?"  My answer is "church." It was supremely important to me to have my kids grounded at church and in school.  The rules in my house were always church, school, then sports.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hard investments into my kid's inner banks have not always come easy.  I prayed one day to start seeing the rewards and I am so happy to be seeing those rewards come to be.  And it makes me so proud.  So very very proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-1768056783039970261?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/TPqqSKAXsGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1768056783039970261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=1768056783039970261" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1768056783039970261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/1768056783039970261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/04/generalizations.html" title="Generalizations" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHSX44fyp7ImA9WxVbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-2015171933277890503</id><published>2009-03-31T14:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:15:38.037-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T14:15:38.037-04:00</app:edited><title>Happiness Is Tied To.....</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/03/31/michelle-obama-oprah-inte_n_180970.html"&gt;I love this story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how I have been feeling lately...happiness with my husband and kids but also happiness with myself.  It's such an important message to busy moms (and dads!)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-2015171933277890503?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/JRu9TJTOM0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2015171933277890503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=2015171933277890503" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2015171933277890503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/2015171933277890503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness-is-tied-to.html" title="Happiness Is Tied To....." /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNSXY7fip7ImA9WxVbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-6731185534697896435</id><published>2009-03-30T14:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:03:18.806-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T16:03:18.806-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Week" /><title>Week At A Glance</title><content type="html">I have decided to check in with myself each week to share some random thoughts and some not-so random thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This week's activities &lt;/span&gt;- Well, tonight I am treating my two older boys to a Miami Heat game.  It's a long overdue Christmas present that I have been promising them. Tonight they retire Alonzo Mourning's jersey. The rest of the week we have four baseball games, a soccer game, CCD, and I am going to a home party with my SIL where we hopefully get to eat free food (or portions of food).  I have two workout sessions planned.  My husband is going to do his first triathalon Sunday so we are going to the beach on Saturday so he can test out the ocean water and I can get a glowing tan.  On Tuesday night, my husband is attending a college financial workshop at my son's high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In school - &lt;/span&gt;  Princess is learning her single digit subtraction and taking her class photo.  The older boys get their report cards and both will have straight A's in the same semester.  That has never happened EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Working Out - &lt;/span&gt;  Back to the grindstone after two days off.  Two days is a lifetime when you are training so it's gonna be a tough week this week.  I have a Thursday bootcamp and Saturday training session.  I will have to do an hour of cardio on Friday to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At Work &lt;/span&gt;- Work is always busy especially in the current environment..tough economy, lots of high electric bills, hot months quickly approaching, and a stimulus bill that will bring weatherization to our state.  It will certainly bring a spotlight to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt; - I am still developing my new blog and will be unveiled as soon as it is complete. I can't wait for this exciting new challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture I am sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SdEVIulvtRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hmVdkWqdqgU/s1600-h/100_3473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SdEVIulvtRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hmVdkWqdqgU/s400/100_3473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319055874590749970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-6731185534697896435?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/oPoBAmR1WB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6731185534697896435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=6731185534697896435" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/6731185534697896435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/6731185534697896435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-at-glance.html" title="Week At A Glance" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SdEVIulvtRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hmVdkWqdqgU/s72-c/100_3473.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQ306fCp7ImA9WxVbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-4687222639337087593</id><published>2009-03-29T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:13:22.314-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T22:13:22.314-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogs" /><title>New Blog Is Coming</title><content type="html">I've got a &lt;a href="http://organizingonthego.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog coming&lt;/a&gt; and I am really excited about it.  I got the idea a few weeks ago...actually it's a blog I started awhile back but then never kept up.  But this time it is going through a major facelift and I retooled and am excited about the prospects.  The theme of the blog is organization and I am going to focus it around parenthood and working and having kids and all that good stuff that makes many of us feel disorganized.  So many times I get asked how I work and take care of four kids and keep a clean house and keep myself going. I feel flattered that my friends and coworkers ask me and I enjoy giving away my secrets and some of my non-secrets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed certain patterns and habits over the course of my entire adulthood and some habits go way back to my early childhood (yes I was organizing my room when I was a little girl, go figure!).  But they have never been as noticeable to me since when I had my first child over 16 years ago.  Back then I was a nervous new mom and I asked my own mom how I would ever do it.  Her one reply was "you have to get organized." And my first thought was "oh I can do that" and thus set off my internal philosophy that in order to have order you must set the wheels in motion to get there and create habits to keep you there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or course every so often I fall off the wagon and find my house in utter disarray but I can assure you I am not comfortable in that kind of zone.  It is not usually long after that I go into purge or organizing mode.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tips and tricks have been learned along the way. I have often felt like I could write a book and maybe will do that one day. But a blog is something I can do for now and fulfill the part of me that likes to blog and also fulfills the need within me to share a little bit of myself and my lessons learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-4687222639337087593?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/jFrquDIQTGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4687222639337087593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=4687222639337087593" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/4687222639337087593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/4687222639337087593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog-is-coming.html" title="New Blog Is Coming" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFSX84fip7ImA9WxVbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-5566167338313392008</id><published>2009-03-25T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:18:38.136-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T13:18:38.136-04:00</app:edited><title>It's All So Confusing</title><content type="html">I think I really got sucked into this whole world of social networking.  At first, a few years ago, I didn't know much about it until the tragedy at Virginia Tech happened and that was when I learned about Facebook.  Facebook was the social medium that students used to keep track of who survived the tragedy.  So I was curious and signed on.  I didn't do anything with my account and never really thought about it until the middle of last year when a relative "friended" me and I signed back in (after trying to remember what my password was) to "friend" him back.  I can't remember if it was then that I started toying around more with facebook.  I do remember that it was during the presidential campaign because I was interested in the political aspects of being on facebook (groups, friends who had similar political interests, etc.).  Facebook has really bloomed since those days and I really enjoy it.  I have connected with family members that I have only seen once or twice in my life and now "talk" to them every day on facebook.  It's a fascinating medium and one of the only ones I used.  Until Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started using twitter because everyone was using it and I wanted to figure out what the big deal was with twitter. I signed up for an account and am now up to over 80 followers and I am following over 100 people. Some of them I know. Some are famous people and policial/news organizations. Some are complete strangers.  But now I am equally hooked on twitter.  It doesn't stop there either.  I am hooked on tweetgrid, tweetchat, tweetboard...it's all good and fun.  You can even buy a twittershirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is linkedin, stumble, and digg.  I better quit while I am ahead or I will not have any time left in the day for my "real" work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-5566167338313392008?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/XnH2JaW8joY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5566167338313392008/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=5566167338313392008" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/5566167338313392008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/5566167338313392008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-so-confusing.html" title="It's All So Confusing" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFSXkzfip7ImA9WxVVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827358594500112789.post-901523396740616347</id><published>2009-03-12T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:38:38.786-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-12T09:38:38.786-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Whirlwind Of Activity</title><content type="html">These past few weeks have just not calmed down at all which is one of the reasons I have not been on my blog to give any kind of updates.  Right now it seems I experiencing my own "perfect storm" of activity that has not let up and doesn't seem to be letting up at all in these next few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first jewelry show (which went really well and beyond my expectations), it feels as though God doesn't think I have enough to do so He upped the ante on me.  My high schooler started his baseball season and my middle schooler started his track and baseball seasons.  In the meantime my precious princess started soccer and is getting ready for her dance recital.  Good thing my tiny man doesn't have a schedule or I would be completely bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time that I am experiencing all sports coming together at once, my gym decides to run an outstanding special on personal training which is good for me because I need it badly (20 lbs must be lost of my body before beach season) and they are running good ads I am thinking because of the slow economy.  So now I injected another committment into my busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this, my work life seems to have gone on steroids.  It is so crazy busy here at work because of a myriad of reasons too numerous to mention but I can summarize by saying that I drove over 700 miles in these past two days!  And it probably won't let up anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that this past weekend I watched as my #2 child was confirmed.  I wished I could have spent more time on the luncheon afterward but instead threw together some lunch items and a chocolate cake.  It must have gone well because everyone raved about my chicken salad (which took no time at all and I might post the recipe one of these days).  The cake was out of the box and the icing was a chocolate ganache (melted chocolate chips, whipping cream, and butter).  Oh, how I long for the days when my sister-in-law and I had sooo much time on our hands that we actually enrolled in a cake decorating class.  Of course that was B.C. (before children) and I wouldn't exchange those kids for anything (except maybe a few minutes of extra sleep in the morning).  Here is a photo of the proud day.  It's my son with my brother who was his sponsor. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SbkPuDHnh6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/UUJ6Sprx3Y4/s1600-h/102955545705_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SbkPuDHnh6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/UUJ6Sprx3Y4/s400/102955545705_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312294519245866914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I seem to have a spare moment in the schedule something comes in to block it...like the dentist, getting my hair cut, getting my son registered for high school, making cupcakes for the church carnival, sorting out my scrapbook photos, and organizing every room in my house!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know my problem....I told someone once recently that I like being busy.  It keeps me on my toes and active.  Watch what you wish for....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827358594500112789-901523396740616347?l=terrysbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheChocolateChipCookieFamily/~4/HO2eIUbg3Qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/feeds/901523396740616347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5827358594500112789&amp;postID=901523396740616347" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/901523396740616347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827358594500112789/posts/default/901523396740616347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terrysbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/whirlwind-of-activity.html" title="Whirlwind Of Activity" /><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09946591874586903169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTtJ3RzmbQ8/SbkPuDHnh6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/UUJ6Sprx3Y4/s72-c/102955545705_0_ALB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
