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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~4/BMii1cYxw08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~3/BMii1cYxw08/its-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (blogmom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homeramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310354894096585915.post-6464764668234039777</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T09:05:50.325-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">graduation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>UPK Graduate</title><description>"I"m a UPK Graduate", that's the words my daughter sang at her graduation from pre-kindergarden last Friday. It was so cute to see all these little people getting their certificates and singing songs about getting "so big" and "abc's". I really felt like a goofball when I was crying my eyes out watching my little girl graduate and yet, we'll go through it all again next year when she graduates from kindergarden. For those who don't know yet, AJ was accepted into Global Concepts Charter School and will start her academic career there next year. She will have violin, spanish and computer class every week, as well as gym and library time. She's so excited, yet bummed because she'll be leaving all the friends she made in pre-k, one of which being her partner in crime Hailey. I guess we'll just have to keep the playdates going to ensure AJ keeps such a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310354894096585915-6464764668234039777?l=homeramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~4/gyPqLlXHfaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~3/gyPqLlXHfaU/upk-graduate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (blogmom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homeramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/upk-graduate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310354894096585915.post-5987817894441389082</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T08:59:40.479-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>Home Sweet Home</title><description>So, as some know, Chris and I have been house hunting on and off for over a year now. We had some disappointments but we've been patient and it finally is paying off. On the 13t we put an offer in on a 1700 sq. ft. house with almost 2 acres and tons of potential. The owner countered with a reasonable  amount, so we took it. Our inspection was last week and it went very well. Only a list of 5 things, most minor fixes, like a GFI in the kitchen and a electrical box to cover a spliced wire in the basement. Finally, yesterday we met with the mortgage broker and Chris did the paperwork. Now we just wait for our letter from them letting us know the official acceptance and terms of our mortgage. I am so excited that we finally found our house. It comes at a good time too, since as things are set, we should close August 13th and be well settled in before baby #3 arrive at the end of this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310354894096585915-5987817894441389082?l=homeramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~4/ascP3sQABuQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~3/ascP3sQABuQ/home-sweet-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (blogmom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homeramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310354894096585915.post-992813921700592739</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T05:31:07.483-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>A New Venture</title><description>I started back up with Mary Kay as a consultant. I had started my business back in 2003 or 2004 and then took some time off between then and now. I want to do something fun and have a chance to have  a career and still stay home with the girls. What I've noticed so far is that everyone I know is either completely supportive or though they don't say it, they think it's a joke. I'm not really sure how Mary Kay gets a bad rap with people unless they met a pushy consultant. I love their products. I trust what they put in them, and I know they work. Not to mention the cost is reasonable compared to what you can buy at the mall. They are one of the only direct sales companies I know that really promote honesty within the company and refuse to steal another consultants clients. As far as for what opportunities they give women, I think it's amazing. They are rated one of the top 10 companies to work for and they have more millionaires than any other company. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ranting here but I really think this company is a great opportunity and a great product and I don't think enough people  really know about it. On that note, if anyone knows anyone interested in Mary Kay, to buy or sell, I'd love to know. My website is www.marykay.com/racheljmancini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310354894096585915-992813921700592739?l=homeramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~4/B9fDOUu40-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~3/B9fDOUu40-o/home-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (blogmom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homeramblings.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310354894096585915.post-468396068051266743</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T18:20:12.528-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">buying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>House Hunt No More...</title><description>So, not long after my last blog about the troubles of house hunting have we found the ONE! Our offer was accepted yesterday on a huge old home in North Buffalo near Delaware Park. The neighborhood is amazing! We are about 1-2 blocks from a Frank Lloyd Wright home that is AMAZING, about 3-4 blocks from the zoo and we're having Adrianna interviewed for the Frederick Law Olmstead school. I can't believe this, I am so excited and sublimely happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that our families are as happy as we are about this. I can't quite tell yet. I think they are worried for us, and my folks are probably sad that they won't have the grandkids right upstairs anymore. I just hope they see how happy we are about it and support us. It's important to me that they do support our big decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!! Now we just have to work on how we're gonna move!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310354894096585915-468396068051266743?l=homeramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~4/BfOW8i_EAi0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~3/BfOW8i_EAi0/house-hunt-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (blogmom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homeramblings.blogspot.com/2007/12/house-hunt-no-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310354894096585915.post-7918746029946720411</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-05T18:31:01.633-08:00</atom:updated><title>House Hunting</title><description>The search continues. We put a bid in on another house this week and come to find there were 5 bids. We were asked to come back with a higher offer, but we declined. It seems that every home we've had interest in either had a bid right before we were ready to offer, or had a multi offer situation. I can't help but hope this is some sort of divine intervention and that the right house is out there, we just haven't found it yet. &lt;br /&gt;I am just so frustrated with the back and forth of finding something, and then starting over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310354894096585915-7918746029946720411?l=homeramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~4/rFCwjMJCvLs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XpdP/~3/rFCwjMJCvLs/dad-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (blogmom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homeramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/dad-update.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310354894096585915.post-2431903668606877223</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-30T18:49:42.601-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Trip.</title><description>We just returned from a week long excursion to Virginia and North Carolina. I had a great time. We spent a few days at Nags Head on the beach. I never knew that the Wright Brothers first flights were there. We took a tour and walked the path they flew. We did putt putt golf and played on the beach. It was really relaxing. Then it was off to see family at my mother's family reunion. I really forget how great my family is until I get to spend some time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why it is, but it seems that whenever you go on vacation, you need another one the moment you get home to relax from the first vacation. ( Does that make sense) I love traveling but it takes me a while once I get home to unwind and get back into the swing of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310354894096585915-2431903668606877223?l=homeramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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