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I mean that in the most sincere way. The day after Christmas my husband and I took a trip to Crossgates Mall to do some shopping at ONE specific store. It's a store we don't have in Colorado and we always like to stop in when we are back east visiting family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call us crazy for going to the mall the day after Christmas. I know, what were we thinking? On the upside we left the girls with Nana, so we thought hey why not embark on a little childless adventure!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having to exit the Northway from a different exit (&lt;i&gt;hello, first warning sign!&lt;/i&gt;) because traffic was so bad, just getting into the parking lot was a mess. There was some snow on the ground, it was slushy and brown. Lots of beeping horns and impatient people, gone was the holiday spirit. J is a huge fan of parking the furthest spot away from the entrance of any store, so as usual he drove straight to the last row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full. The parking lot was totally full, from front to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I was amazed that people in Albany were actually willing to park further than 10 feet from the entrance of any store. If you've been there, you know what I mean. Of course, plan B was to be patient and drive around the lot. The only way to get a spot was to happen upon someone leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/S0YmAiK-GsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LXj8aZDaVpM/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/S0YmAiK-GsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LXj8aZDaVpM/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424064591829015234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we turned down one row of parked cars, we noticed this Honda, sticking out a few feet from it's parking spot. It appeared as if the car had rolled a bit, maybe the owner forgot to put on the parking brake. As we drove by it, we could see trash on the windshield of the car, a note under the wipers, and even a few cups crushed into the door handle on the driver's side. We were sort of taken back by the spectacle the Honda had become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just so happened to find a parking spot a few cars down. Of course I had to take a picture and do a closer inspection of the note on the windshield. When I did, I could not believe what I read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only in New York. For real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone was so offended that this person's car wasn't parked properly and was sticking a few feet into the aisle of the parking lot that they actually took the time to get out a piece of paper and leave a note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the note read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/S0YnIYD07lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WGoxc2UR5Dk/s1600-h/car2.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/S0YnIYD07lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WGoxc2UR5Dk/s400/car2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424065826065280594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I hope you got glasses for Xmas asshole can't park"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was just amazed, really. Once again I'll defer to&lt;i&gt; only in New York.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-3007932470978304930?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Hot, cold, iced, spiced, sweet, unsweetened, plain, organic, black, white, green, chai, on and on... Tea, I love tea. Only problem with many ready to serve tea products on the market is that they are full of the stuff I loathe, &lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/search?q=high+fructose+corn+syrup" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;high fructose corn syrup&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a product I've been enjoying from Whole Foods Market, &lt;a href="http://steaz.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Steaz&lt;/a&gt; Iced Teaz is now available at Target! Can I get a hallelujah! We all know how often I'm at the big red store, so when I found out I could buy Steaz there I was beyond thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SzD_GVbHX2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fgwb67Roo9U/s1600-h/4073202944_974fec688d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SzD_GVbHX2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fgwb67Roo9U/s320/4073202944_974fec688d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418110836021878626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steaz sent me a box of their canned iced teas for free, containing Green Tea with Peach, Green Tea with Blueberry Pomegranate Acai, and White Tea with Lime and Pomegranate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love Steaz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the tea arrived, I was already a Steaz fan. I'm a person that chooses to lightly sweeten my tea, when I make it at home. Typically I find that I have to brew my own tea to make iced tea because believe it or not, I like the flavor of tea and many times that gets lost in commercial brands. Steaz really sets itself apart in the flavor level. They understand the delicate balance that needs to compliment a tea leaf. Their tea is made from Fair Trade Certified tea leaves, which means the farmers are paid at fair living wages so they can compete in the global marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients make the difference. When the beverage you drink contains natural antioxidants, sweeteners that balance out the flavors not overpower it, and gentle aromas from fruits it just tastes better. For me, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, one winner will receive a free box of tea from Steaz! If you don't win, you can also print out a buy one get one free coupon for target &lt;a href="http://steaz.com/promotion/bogo/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Really everyone is a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to enter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Share with me your favorite kind of tea in a comment below!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Contest Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Contest open from 12/22-12/29! Comments will close when the contest has ended.&lt;br /&gt;2. 12/29 I will send out an email to the winner, you will have 48 hours to respond to my email.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will need your name and address, to provide to Steaz, who will directly ship to you!&lt;br /&gt;4. Comments that don't meet the criteria (response to my question) will be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;5. You may enter as many times as you like!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you don't have a blogger/open id account, please leave a valid email address in your comment for me to contact you .&lt;br /&gt;7. One winner will be chosen at random, by random.org from the total number of eligible entries.&lt;br /&gt;8. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28919075@N07" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Steaz flickr group &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-82035200582954064?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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About ten minutes into my drive, it hit me, I was listening to my daughter's music. &lt;i&gt;In my car alone&lt;/i&gt;. In that moment I felt silly, but it was a glimpse into how important it is to like the music you play for your children! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right about now, I'm assuming we've all had it up to our ears with holiday music. Holiday music in the car, in the house, on the iPod, in the stores, at the doctor's office, in the bathroom of the grocery store. Holiday music, holiday music. Well, I've met my holiday music threshold. I know a couple of you haven't met your holiday music threshold, but soon enough you'll be looking for new music to fill the void. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, a package arrived on my doorstep. It contained NEW MUSIC! We all know &lt;a href="http://www.danzanes.com/pages/news.php" target="blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Dan Zanes&lt;/a&gt;, he's the bridge between music we love and our children love even more. The new 76 Trombones cd features songs from Broadway. There are certain parts of our day, that I find myself reaching for Dan Zanes' music to give my day a pick me up. 4 pm, we've had snack, the house is a total mess out of no where, I need to start dinner. The girls want to be zombies in front of the television, but I tell them no such luck. I pop in &lt;a href="http://danzanes.shop.musictoday.com/Dept.aspx?cp=1227_24979" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;76 Trombones&lt;/a&gt; and before I know it, the girls and I are dancing on our tip toes, spinning and twirling as we pick up wooden blocks and toss them with the beat into a basket. Dan Zanes, saves the day once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the package with the cd, was a new dvd (with a bonus cd) called Dan Zanes and friends, The Fine Friends Are Here! It's a live show from Brooklyn, NY! YouTube teaser &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/danzanesandfriends#p/u/1/pyBdHO0g7XU" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  I love having the option to pop in a dvd of a live performance for the girls. About once or twice a year, we seek out hard to find kids concerts to bring the girls to. Now we can bring the experience into our home, which I adore. After popping the dvd in, my living room seems to be instantly transformed into a dance hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great news, along with my copies of Dan Zanes new cd and dvd, Festival Five Records have offered up 2 sets for my readers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So leave a comment below and tell me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;what you already love about Dan Zanes music or why you would love to win a cd/dvd combo of your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two winners will be chosen at random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contest Details: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Contest open from 12/22-12/29! Comments will close when the contest has ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 12/29 I will send out an email to the 2 winners, you will have 48 hours to respond to my email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I will need your name and address, to provide to FFR, who will directly ship to the winners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Comments that don't meet the criteria (response to my question) will be deleted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You may enter as many times as you like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you don't have a blogger/open id account, please leave a valid email address for me to contact you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Two winners will be chosen at random, by random.org from the total number of eligible entries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fine print:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Festival Five Records, sent me the advance copy of the cd/dvd combo for us to enjoy. They also graciously offered up two sets as a giveaway to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-7635093528442786284?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I was asked to join a women's group. Quite simply put it's a gathering of 10 women (&lt;i&gt;9 of which were strangers to me&lt;/i&gt;), kind of like book club with out the pressure to read a book. Heck, I've been in book clubs and the majority of the time we just wanted to talk about everything BUT the book.  For me the women's group was an opportunity to experience something new, take a bit of a leap of faith and put myself out there to see what the group would be and feel like. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe now, after just two meetings,  that women have a beautiful sense of wisdom when we allow ourselves the opportunity to share from an authentic place. It's a wisdom that feels like a warm hug, even with women you hardly even know. Then of course having deep conversations poses the question, how much do my friends know about me? We all have friends in our life that can handle our shit (&lt;i&gt;like the true shit)&lt;/i&gt;, some that can handle a version of our shit, and some that really only want your put together game face. Those words I say from a purely non-judgmental place. Now that I've gathered some perspective on my ability to be open with my friends, I recognize I need them in those ways that they have developed in friendship with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creating space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people may say, gosh I wouldn't go near a room with ten women working through their issues, whether it be something happening in the now that is more than likely fleeting or an ongoing problem we've grappled with our entire lives. That feeling never really crossed my mind. Truly, I have to tap back into the wisdom I spoke of. Sitting, listening, feeling other's emotions, offering our perspective with thoughts from our own experience is pure wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How words influence me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversations that have transpired, whether it be prompted by me or not, have impacted my everyday reality. I feel more nourished. I don't feel so much longing for what I don't have. I know beating myself up about the house being unkept or the perfect long and lean body I want, is not the right space for me to bring about change. I realize that a little bit of self nurturing can bring about a wave of renewal, I never quite anticipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, those moments in a phone conversation with girlfriends, emails, or a simple text have more longevity in my heart. I feel gratitude they are on this journey with me. I feel gratitude that I can embrace the wisdom from other women with not having to judge. Best of all, I feel gratitude for letting go of what my mind created a perfect friend should be, because all of my girlfriends have given a piece to me that helps make my life more complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all know, you mean the world to me. That is gratitude in wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-963930974146712749?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Con, at some point gifts evolve from birthday presents to Merry Christmas/Happy Birthday presents. Friends and family no longer decide to dig out cute polka dot paper for your gift, they use left over Santa paper. But with age, I've come to accept a December birthday as a blessing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? The blessing of reflection. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally recognize birthdays as milestones. With milestones, one has the ability to take a moment to reflect upon the year that has passed. For me, I wondered if I accomplished meaningful things this past year, have I been kind and lived a conscious life? Then on the flip side, when blowing out the candles, hopes and wishes for the year ahead come rushing into my mind. Having a few weeks jump start on the New Year, I can begin working through my goals early, honing in on where to focus my energy come January 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, I was given the opportunity to blow out the candles on a&lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-birthday-i-request-do-over.html" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt; beautiful cake&lt;/a&gt;. That day, leading up to the blowing out of the candles, I felt so much gratitude. I was in a beautiful art gallery, surrounded by girlfriends that I've met through various stages of my life. One of my oldest and dearest friends growing up was in the room, the girlfriends that arrived moments after giving birth to my hospital room, the girlfriends that have seen me with unwashed hair and a milk stained t-shirt over the course of my entry into motherhood, not once but twice. There were also girlfriends there that have only seen me with my best game face on. But the bottom line is, they all showed up that day for me. Just saying that, leaves me feeling so grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SykSu1szTUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pIkC16T0XR0/s1600-h/wiiparty4.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SykSu1szTUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pIkC16T0XR0/s400/wiiparty4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880622788005186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked to become a brand enthusiast for Nintendo. Part of the opportunity as a brand enthusiast is to have a &lt;a href="http://wiifit.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Wii Fit Plus&lt;/a&gt; Party with a group of girlfriends. I kind of chuckle thinking how my life has come full circle. I loved Super Mario Brothers when I was growing up, even though ironically enough my family didn't own a Super Nintendo gaming system. My neighbors put up with me and my love for SMB morning, noon, and well into the night. Last October, I wrote about &lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-that-could-save-princess.html" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;the girl that could save the princess&lt;/a&gt;. My husband and I have never owned a gaming system that quite spoke to me like the Super Nintendo of my childhood. After looking at my brand new Wii Fit in the box for a week, then being in the right place at the right time, we finally purchased a Wii for the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently Nintendo released the Wii Fit Plus. I personally think they should have called it the &lt;b&gt;Wii Fit PLUS!&lt;/b&gt; in bold lettering with an exclamation point. The updates to the Wii Fit software are fabulous. Want to fit in a quick workout after overindulging, just simply click the routine that is programmed right into the software for you. Have family members that like to play together (even my 3 year old loves to try), simply click into multi-user mode and voile, no more clicking through the menus endless times. The four of us play after dinner and boy does time fly when your having fun! It all happens so seamlessly with the Wii Fit Plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me back to the universe. When I recognize the gratitude in my life, there's no denying the universe is my cheerleader. I've been struggling with about 15-20 pounds since giving birth 3 years ago. Sometimes the weight melts off when I least expect it and other times, I wonder who shrunk my jeans. Being 5'11" gives me the advantage of my weight fluctuating about 5-10 pounds really unnoticed, but I notice. I want to be slimmer. I want to feel healthy and have the glow of a woman that takes time to care for her body (&lt;i&gt;as much as I care for my family&lt;/i&gt;). Becoming active has been a priority for me, that waxes and wanes. You can read more in my &lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/search/label/Attempting%20to%20move"&gt;attempting to move&lt;/a&gt; posts. I feel like the Wii Fit Plus and the opportunity to become a brand enthusiast, is the gentle nudge I needed to focus on my goals. The beauty of the Wii Fit Plus for me, is that it's right here in my home, which is where I spend my days with my 3 year old. No need for babysitters, my husband to get home early to take care of the girls, nice weather, or money from my family budget. It also means no more excuses Denise, it's time to be the best you can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel the motivation that exists from with in. Taking that motivation to the next step with fitness tools, is what will make 2010 (&lt;i&gt;I'll be saying Twenty Ten&lt;/i&gt;) a year to remember. The year 15 or 20 pounds to lose becomes a thing of the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fit and toned body, watch out I am coming to get you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SykSuhjWgBI/AAAAAAAAAlA/I9Ne2viJ910/s1600-h/WiiFit3.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SykSuhjWgBI/AAAAAAAAAlA/I9Ne2viJ910/s400/WiiFit3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415880617379659794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that post-party glow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;On a side note, I have a very exciting opportunity to share with you within the next week or so. 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I laughed, smiled, and felt overjoyed to be able to hang out with my girlfriends, that have never gathered in one location together. This gathering made me grateful to have so many caring and generous women in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a surprise birthday cake for me, it tasted even better than it looked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SyXMNtiAt9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/VDgZ-zILW88/s1600-h/Bday+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SyXMNtiAt9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/VDgZ-zILW88/s400/Bday+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414958662915504082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my gathering and the girls went to sleep, I plopped on the couch and watched a little television. I kept my eye on the clock. It was getting later and later, but I had to make it to the toy store before closing. After some mental coaxing, I made myself presentable and headed out to the toy store. Truly it was the last place I wanted to be, but I needed to get in on the last day of sales they were offering. The toy store was worse than I anticipated, dirty, crushed toys in their boxes, some out of boxes, trash everywhere, abandoned full carts, crying children, and zombified parents. I kept telling myself in and out, easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, I acquired the items I set out for. Bad news is, I started to feel a bit gassy while shopping. By the time I got home, I had a full blown stomach ache. I got over my disdain for antacid tabs and took two. I drank water. I moaned like a big baby. The gas, pressure, and uneasy feeling was getting worse. Sparing you the details, by 1am I was getting physically sick. I probably didn't get comfortable enough to get to sleep until 2:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning arrived faster than I expected. Sigh. J let me sleep in, I think I finally opened my eyes at 9:15! Woo hoo... My stomach ache was gone, but I felt like I had been through the ringer. The big plans for the day, which included a trip to Denver to a restaurant I've been wanting to eat at for years, was postponed. I couldn't bring myself to leave the house, no less go out to eat. Eww, eww, eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I spent the day being a sloth. I was either on the couch lounging or in bed. My husband was absolutely caring and met my requests. I wanted the laptop in my bedroom, so he gathered up the modem and made it happen. I was able to get through my reader, yeah! I even had some uninterrupted time to read Nie Nie's feature called &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/stephanie-nielson-intro-120609.html" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Climbing Back&lt;/a&gt;. Her story made me feel hope and grateful, especially on my birthday which is a wonderful time to reflect on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J was disappointed he didn't get to make the lavish breakfast he had shopped in advance for. Instead, I had a glass of water on our bamboo food tray, served appropriately enough in bed. Although I am happy to report, he did get to cook me risotto, which is one of the meals I love for him to prepare. By the time dinner rolled around, risotto was a perfect meal. I gobbled up dinner, having eaten just a few slices of bread all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cake for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm laying here thinking, I can request a do-over, it's my Birthday! I want the breakfast in bed, the cake made by J and the girls. I want to do our traditional drive around town to see the houses decorated in Christmas lights, sipping a cup of hot chai. I definitely want the rain check for lunch in Denver. Next Sunday has do-over written all over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-13500290856454191?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over at Rocky Mountain Moms Blog sharing what happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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I'm sure I have explored menial topics over the past couple of years. But the last few days have been rough because of a little problem I'm having. Okay maybe it's not little, for you see I can't let it go.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consumed to the next level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you live in a lovely part of the country where it's not freezing out, hello it's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8vuggBITI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MQi850Dh0VI/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8vuggBITI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MQi850Dh0VI/s400/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413097753167339826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; currently below ZERO. Unlike typical Colorado weather where it's snowy and cold for a couple of days, maybe three tops, the cold just doesn't seem to be going away. Cold and snow for well over a week now. No warm Colorado sunshine melting the snow, warming the house, warming my spirit. It's fine, I'm not really here to complain about the temperature, I'm here to complain about something much more urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windshield Washer Fluid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blue stuff you pick up for a buck at the gas station, it helps keep your windows clean. Windshield washer fluid helps keep your vehicle safely on the road by maintaining a level of cleanliness that's essential to driving. Clean windshields are especially important during crucial moments on snowy ice packed roads, icy splashback from the car in front of you, or light precipitation mixed with the previous two conditions. Only problem is, when it freezes like a big ol' hunk of ice in your windshield washer fluid tank, it does you absolutely no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does drive you bonkers. But that's not good right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any intelligent woman, I googled "how to unfreeze windshield washer fluid". Oh trust me there are a plethora of suggestions, but none of which allowed me to solve my problem. Thanks google. I can put my car in the garage, but I will be the first to admit it's not much warmer in there and that would also mean juggling all sorts of random stuff around to actually fit my car in there. Which doesn't seem appealing when the end result (melted w/w fluid) may not be attainable. I may have used a hair dryer on the blue hunka-hunka frozen fluid, until I felt like a total ass and ran inside hoping no neighbors saw me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I just think about solving the problem morning, noon, and night. I ask my friends on twitter. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8zEWm0LrI/AAAAAAAAAko/1YBGjU86y04/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8zEWm0LrI/AAAAAAAAAko/1YBGjU86y04/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413101427003502258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No luck. Although I did entertain some interesting suggestions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the meantime, until the temperatures rise to melt my blue w/w fluid ice block, I'm avoiding the highway. My school commute to pick up Sj has been lengthened and well, we've decided to enjoy the view. The cows sure are pretty in one big clump, trying to stay warm from each other's body heat. That's why they are snuggling right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Update:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Due to the overwhelming search driven response to this post I'd like to share how my dilemma was solved. &lt;b&gt;The car dealership&lt;/b&gt;. My Highlander was overdue for an oil change. Just from my vehicle sitting in the work bay all morning, it unthawed miraculously on it's own. Of course within 24 hours, it warmed up above freezing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's only full of the high test pink stuff. So if you are desperate, go get an oil change. Some place that takes way too long for a simple task. It might just do the trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-4747250571466765187?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful low key &lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html"target=_blank"&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;/a&gt; with my family, I snuck off with a girlfriend to see New Moon on Black Friday. You don't need my review, although I will tell you I really enjoyed it. It inspired me to actually finish book three and four. Which I am not abandoning like I did New Moon, I'm hooked. Did I just say that? Believe it or not, if the movie and tea weren't enough my weekend of reconnecting was not over!
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&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, after my husband returned from a 45 mile bicycle adventure, I went off on my own adventure. Pedicure time. Picked up a friend and hit the foot spa! Although I am not to sure about paying for pedicures in the winter. I have this instinct to show my toes and with cold weather, that's not happening. So now, I'm not wearing socks or slippers around the house and my feet are cold. But my toes are pretty. My pedicure was topped off with a dinner with friends. Good food and laughs, our doggies all playing together just topped off the great weekend. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not with all the socializing and going out I had all week, which was more than the last three months combined, I had plans on Sunday. ME?!? A lunch date with the most fabulous group of coworkers a woman could ever ask for. Seven of us, all met for lunch. It had been years since I had seen a few of the women, a few months for most of them. We all taught together about eight years ago and have kept in touch after all of us going our own ways. Out of the seven of us, not one of us still remains at the original school that all brought us together. It's hard to capture the feeling of being with old friends that you spent your work day with. They know you in a different way, they see the professional in me, but also the caring teacher, the tired teacher, the good and the bad. Now we have children and just can't believe where the time goes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxQty4gNivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/I7aHBMkkgL0/s1600/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxQty4gNivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/I7aHBMkkgL0/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999404563008242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are, all eyes open, no! Lots of laughs trying, YES!
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&lt;br /&gt;To top off this weekend, I stayed up until the wee hours working on presents from a photo website. Now, I need some tooth picks to keep my eyes open, the lack of sleep is definitely catching up with me. 
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&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends that graced me this past week, thank you. You all have an incredible way of warming my heart and keeping me grounded in life. To those that I didn't see because of travel or other plans, next weekend is open ;-)...I'm always here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-3071109185806624770?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;The girls were disappointed to see me holding an express envelope. I opened the envelope and found a gift card to &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/holidayblogger"target=_blank"&gt;Staples&lt;/a&gt;. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I was anticipating this gift card to arrive at any time now. I was delighted. I had spent the last week, perusing the website, trying to hone in on what I would buy. After visiting the website a couple of times, I will admit, I was surprised by the selection of electronics and variety of items that Staples carries. Every week Staples offers &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/Holiday-Center-09/cat_SC52"target=_blank"&gt;new deals&lt;/a&gt; on their website. Cameras, printers, cell phone accessories, GPS, teaching supplies, computers, art supplies, and of course the essential supplies to keep my home running smoothly. 
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&lt;br /&gt;This may make a few of you laugh, but I truly adore office supplies. When I was a teacher, I would create wish lists of items that I would love for my classroom. Of course, like many teachers on pay day I would treat my class to supplies for us to use. But now I'm home with my girls. We spend a lot of time doing crafts and activities. My first grader has truly blossomed as a writer in the past couple of months and she seems to go through notebooks weekly. I love special pens, highlighters, notebooks to keep recipes organized, and photo paper to make quick prints just seem perfect. Truly I could go on and on about my love for all things office supply related! Maybe I was an office manager in a former life. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how teacher's classroom budgets are shrinking, I sent an email out to my daughter's teacher asking him if he had any special requests for supplies he could use in the classroom. He was thrilled with my offer and did ask for some card stock. They make a lot of books and card stock is essential for the covers of the books and keeping it bound together. I was delighted to  fulfill his request. 
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&lt;br /&gt;One of the top items on my list to purchase with my gift card was a new printer. I have a 8 year old HP photosmart printer that works great for everyday forms, recipes, and maps, but I wanted something more. Last year I borrowed a friend's printer that had a scanner as well. I loved it. I think about my files and books of pre-digital photos and wish so often I could have them in iPhoto for projects or just to reminisce. I started looking at All-In-One printers at Staples. I've had luck with my HP, so that helped narrow things down for me. I can't believe how much printers have evolved over the past 8 years! Finally I decided on the &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/HP-Photosmart-C4780-All-in-One-Printer/product_796048?storeId=10001&amp;jspStoreDir=Staples&amp;cmSearchKeyword=c4780&amp;fromUrl=home&amp;langId=-1&amp;catalogId=10051&amp;cmArea=SEARCH&amp;ddkey=StaplesSearch"target=_blank"&gt;HP C4780&lt;/a&gt; for the features and Staples awesome price, it was on sale so I couldn't pass it up. I also picked up some ink, HP makes XL ink cartridges which can handle over double the printing projects, so now I don't have to worry about having my Holiday Cards printed in a lab. I can print my cards right at home!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxKVNQhMX-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/4wuTOkU_Imk/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxKVNQhMX-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/4wuTOkU_Imk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409550157430415330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After shopping online, making informed decisions from home, I even took a trip into Staples to have a look around. Then the following evening after dinner my husband, girls, and I all loaded up into my car for our shopping excursion! If you could only hear the conversation on the way over about the notebooks, erasers, markers, clay, sketch books, and various other items the girls couldn't wait to find. 
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&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we did quite well on our visit. We even came home with an item I didn't expect for my husband, an item from the as-seen-on-tv section, the Iron Gym. Hey, I asked everyone to pick out something they wanted and that was his choice! I told you Staples has everything you could possibly need and even a few laughable surprises. I'm off to see what they have brewing for their cyber Monday deals, I can guarantee there will be a couple of items I won't be able to pass up. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Disclosure: As a contributor to &lt;a href="http://www.svmoms.com/"target=_blank"&gt;Silicon Valley Moms Blogs&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/rockymtmoms/"target=_Blank"&gt;Rocky Mountain Moms&lt;/a&gt;), I won the gift card to Staples. I was simply asked to write about my shopping experience. I couldn't have been more thrilled to be the lucky winner, thank you SV Moms and &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/holidayblogger"target=_blank"&gt;Staples&lt;/a&gt; for the opportunity! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-6306905595268217120?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The commute is a bit of a crap shoot as far as traffic is concerned, so I tend to air on the cautious side. I decided to drive through Eldorado Canyon and take a walk with my youngest daughter, GL. I've been visiting this same trail for over 15 years. It's one of my favorites, a very soft approach, just a small incline, a hand built bridge that crosses a creek, and plenty of trees to provide a bit of reprieve from the sun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early afternoon sun is the favorite part of my day, it's the peak of the heat. Especially in October, afternoon sunshine in Colorado is something that just lures you in. The sun's rays whisper to you like a spoon dripping with honey, soak me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vitamin D deficiency, not in Colorado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtjHcjz-7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RCV41yIepk8/s1600/caterpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtjHcjz-7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RCV41yIepk8/s320/caterpillar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407524757165046706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were heading off towards the bridge, to hang our feet and watch the falling leaves cascade down the creek, I noticed something on the trail out of the corner of my eye. It was fuzzy and moving slowly. I stopped mid trail, a little cloud of dust dispersed and I looked down to see the most interesting caterpillar. We are gatherers in our family, we find something interesting in nature, we collect it. We have a policy to always return it. GL requested we bring it to share with her big sister. I obliged. But we promised to return it the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little wiggly, ticklish, squirmy caterpillar joined us on the rest of our hike. Joined us in the car. It escaped a few times and I found it once crawling on the passenger seat. Sj was delighted with our find, she called it Mother Nature's treasure. We discussed the details of it's safe return to the exact location the following day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived home, we built "Catty" a proper home in an old jar. We added some rocks, dirt, water, a few branches, leaves, and grass. As always, with any treasure we find the caterpillar spent the night on the girls' night stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we awoke to a bit of a surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catty didn't sleep that night, Catty must have been busy all night. Catty literally transformed in a 8 hour period. We woke to Catty, in her new form:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtkLWnDOaI/AAAAAAAAAio/kncqb8DWYcc/s1600/cocoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtkLWnDOaI/AAAAAAAAAio/kncqb8DWYcc/s400/cocoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407525923799120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fibers of the chrysalis were clearly Catty's former feathery self. If the light hits the chrysalis just right you can see the body of Catty, flesh tone like a skinny worm. Gone is her beautiful plume to create her next stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catty was discovered in October. From what I've gathered on lovely websites such as &lt;a href="http://www.joyfulbutterfly.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Joyful Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;, the chrysalis phase is only a week or two long. Not a month or two. So I now sit here in regret, knowing Catty curled up and died in a Peppermint candy jar from Cost Plus World Market. This may sound silly, but I just don't have the heart to let her go. Instead Catty sits on a bookshelf in our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes rather odd, I  know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but hold out hope that just some day we'll wake to a beautiful butterfly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-6182462640704697452?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Domo Restaurant</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.domorestaurant.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Domo&lt;/a&gt; is a little oasis in a sea of random apartment buildings, a pothole filled street, and empty lots. To top it off it sits on a light rail line. There are excessive signs warning to not leave valuables in the car. I glanced over at my husband as we walked hand in hand with our daughters into Domo. I initially thought, interesting pick husband.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The front door is delightful carved wood, it feels out of place from the neighborhood. Just on the other side, an amazing experience awaits. The dining room chairs were all small stools made from tree trunks, little nooks are carved out in the walls to house Japanese items from hair combs to paper umbrellas. A table at the entry way of the dining room holds large chunks of ancient salt. The girls couldn't have been more intrigued waiting for our meal, I was right there with them. My eyes were on a journey to see what else I could discover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top off the lunch, just on the other side of a large door sits another gem that Domo offers, a garden. A small footbridge, shrines, huts, carvings, a prayer wheel. The owner came out of the back kitchen door with a large root of some sort, holding it behind him like it was his tail. My daughters were lured in by his playfulness and wonderful spirit. They ran around, full of adventure, the garden has a magical feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOkIutqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/WLrEuBTIfGU/s1600/DomoGrounds.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOkIutqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/WLrEuBTIfGU/s400/DomoGrounds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535874574300834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the food, just glance at the pictures below. There's no way this food could disappoint. It was fabulous! Each lunch came with three country side dishes and miso soup, brown rice or white rice with barley. Lunch Menu &lt;a href="http://www.domorestaurant.com/images/uploads/2008_Domo_menu.pdf" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J and I both had Genmai Cha (green tea and sauteed brown rice), served in handmade cups that just had this feeling about them, they fit perfectly into our hands. I couldn't put my cup down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Swtuof0XV3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Cc6bHYSYdzA/s1600/Domo+Tea.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Swtuof0XV3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Cc6bHYSYdzA/s400/Domo+Tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407537419603367794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started with Gyoza (dumplings), that may have disappeared before we could snap a photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered, Nabemono with Kara Miso (chili and Japanese bean paste) and Sake Nabe (salmon and vegetables). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPdM0QvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kkdGJrA9xNM/s1600/Domo+Soup.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPdM0QvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kkdGJrA9xNM/s400/Domo+Soup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535889892262642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband ordered Japanese Curry (with salmon):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPOKt2OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OTVMyiPZp4g/s1600/Domo+Salmon+Curry.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPOKt2OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OTVMyiPZp4g/s400/Domo+Salmon+Curry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535885856921826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls shared a huge order of Teriyaki Donburi (chicken):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOzSLsXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LNtm27ANSWg/s1600/Domo+Chicken.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/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOzSLsXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LNtm27ANSWg/s400/Domo+Chicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535878640480626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo is one of those places that doesn't just feed your body, it feeds your soul. Definitely worth a visit, we arrived right at the start of lunch service and rumor has it the place gets packed for dinner. There wasn't a free table by the time we left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-7626484819566071152?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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No I don't have a laptop precariously perched on my lap. I have a clipboard, a ball point pen, and some recycled paper precariously perched on the edge of a water disaster. In case you were wondering, yes my tub is also brimming with as-hot-as-I-could-tolerate water and some bubbles. Or maybe lots of bubbles, but not Hollywood bubbles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I feel a bit like Rev. Run, communicating from my tub at the end of a long day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwhRdFWrQcI/AAAAAAAAAiY/opJo-bNNOx4/s1600/runbathtub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwhRdFWrQcI/AAAAAAAAAiY/opJo-bNNOx4/s320/runbathtub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406660912753623490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Except for these few simple facts; I am not a bald man, inspiring the world with quotes from my gorgeous tub in the master suite of my mansion, with some made for tv bubble product that makes bubbles that could rise to the ceiling if need be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am using the Body Shop's Spa Wisdom Dreamboat Milk Bath to create my bubbles. It has a wonderful floral fragrance. Years ago I was an At-Home consultant for the Body Shop and I still have random products kicking around. They don't go bad, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I've decided immersing myself in hot water for extended periods of time, until I can't take the shriveled up fingertips any longer, is absolutely delightful. Tonight my husband even placed a cup of hot tea and a lit candle on a little step stool next to the tub, which is usually reserved for my girls to reach the sink for proper washing up. But I go through phases with my interest in taking baths. I have an average sized American tub, but I am not an average sized American Woman. I'm 5'11". Which means, I have to decide at any given moment which part of my body I would like submersed in water because my entire body doesn't fit at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one moment I may have my torso in the water, which means knees bent and freezing outside the water. Or I like to stretch my legs way up to above the faucet and let my legs make a nice 45 degree angle. Other times, I place my legs in the tub, in fetal position to warm them up. Or I have legs in torso out. Usually by the end of my bath, I flip like a fish and just rest my head on my folded arms, torso in, naked bottom exposed in the cool air, knees bent with calves and feet up in the air out of the water. Bath time, it's really a juggle. &lt;i&gt;If you are of a shorter stature and fit comfortably in your tub, see what your missing not being oddly-tall?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could use Rev. Run's tub, big time. Note to self, next house must have real sexy deep soaking tub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The peace calm and quiet all seem to suddenly come to a halt when my daughters start to inquire as to where I could be. "Mom, MOM! Where are you?" says my oldest daughter. Then giggles follow as two sets of feet come stomping up the stairs. My bathroom pocket door opens, "Ooh, mom is taking a bubble bath," she squeals. My youngest daughter quickly chimes in, "I want in". Before I know it our Black Lab's snout is in for the inquiry to top it off. I'm right at his level, so he tries to sneak in a face lick. Eew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the moment I am trying to reclaim the calm, serenity, hot bath escape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tea gets quickly put on the floor. My daughter disrobes. The other one hops on the toilet. They are soaking their stinky little toes in my bath faster than lightening. They are grabbing handfuls of bubbles and smearing them on Milo's fur, just giggling with entertainment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish my tub was big enough for me to just simply disappear into the depths of the water, out of sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I convince my husband to shoo the girls out, but by now the water is cold and not as soothing as it was just moments before they burst in. I smile as they walk out the door. Even though they sabotaged my bath, I still adore them. Adore how they are so intrigued by fancy bubble bath and me trying to escape for a quick half hour in the confines of our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let the drain out of the tub, but decided to stay in the tub. Have you ever felt the water draining out of the tub over your body? I spread out my finger tips at my side, felt the gravitational pull of the water over my body, legs out of course. What an interesting sensation and way to end a bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very soothing. Very delightful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-5862227136271452271?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Adjust oven rack to the upper middle position- preheat to 425. Pour 1 tablespoon of melted butter into a 9-inch non stick cake pan, brush to coat pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For Cinnamon Sugar Filling:&lt;br /&gt;Combine sugars, spices, and salt in a small bowl. Add 1 tablespoon of the melted butter and stir with a fork until the mixture resembles wet sand, set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the Biscuit Dough:&lt;br /&gt;Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl. Whisk the buttermilk and 2 tablespoons of melted butter in a measuring cup or small bowl. Add the liquid ingredients to the dry ingredients ad stir with a wooden spoon until the liquid is absorbed (the dough will look very shaggy), about 30 seconds. Transfer the dough to a lightly floured work surface and knead until just smooth and no longer shaggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pat the dough with your hands into a 9 x 12 rectangle. Brush the dough with 2 tablespoons of the melted butter. Sprinkle evenly the filling, leaving a 1/2 inch border of plain dough around the edges. Starting on the long side of the dough, roll the dough, pressing lightly, to form a tight log. Pinch the seam to seal. Roll the log seam-side down and cut it evenly into 8 pieces. Place 1 roll in the center and the remaining 7 rolls around the perimeter of the pan. Brush with remaining 2 tablespoons of butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake until the edges of the buns are golden brown, 23 to 25 minutes. Use an offset metal spatula to loosen the buns from the pan. Wearing oven mitts, place a large plate over the pan and invert the buns onto the plate. Place a cooling rack over the plate and invert the buns onto the rack. Cool about 5 minutes before icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the Icing and to finish the buns:&lt;br /&gt;While the buns are cooling, line a baking sheet with parchment paper, for easy clean up. set the rack with the buns on the baking sheet. Whisk the cream cheese, butter milk in a bowl until thick and smooth (mixture will look like cottage cheese at first). Sift the confectioners sugar over the mixture, whisk until a smooth glaze forms, about 30 seconds. Spoon the glaze over the buns, serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise's Notes&lt;br /&gt;*** I melted the 6 tablespoons of butter separately as 3 ramekins of 2 tablespoons each because that's how it's spread out through the recipe. You don't actually add 6 tablespoons at once to the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I didn't have buttermilk. I simply added 1 tablespoon of lemon juice to the milk, you can also use vinegar. It's the acid that is needed for the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I maybe used about 1/3 of the icing mixture and it tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I cut the buns into more like 16 pieces, so the buns weren't huge. It made cute ones that were a manageable size. If you do this cooking time will be closer to 14-15 minutes so keep an eye on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-7388400008445764741?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I am a huge fan of Jumpstart products. My six year old daughter can manage her way around most Wii games fairly well, but Jumpstart games she can master. Quite often even with some of the games geared for her age, she runs into frustration easily. While realistically many game manufactures may envision parents sitting down and playing the game together with their kids, I like games that my daughter feels comfortable with on her own. Jumpstart Wii games always allow my daughter that independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape From Adventure Island of course comes with my daughter's two favorite activities, the fashion show and the house design program. As with most games, you can switch up your clothes, skin color, hair, outfits on your self created "Jumpee". With Adventure Island there is actually a fashion show stage! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwAh_VhmLmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FmH1mrji6as/s1600-h/FashionShowSelection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwAh_VhmLmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FmH1mrji6as/s320/FashionShowSelection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404356924838129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Escape From Adventure Island allows my daughter to learn while playing and I have to admit having so much fun she doesn't even realize that she's practicing math, spelling, or fine motor skills! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of my favorite features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubble Trouble: which contains math lessons, all while using the remote in a horizontal position to control the movement of your Jumpee in a little ball. There are also Punk Punks which you can squash very easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg Push/Pearl Push: are two games that allow you to roll spheres back into their resting place. What I really like about this game is that my daughter uses the control stick in her left hand while using the remote to flick the object back in place with her right hand. Using both hands comfortably is a great skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game was sent to us from Jumpstart to preview and arrived on our doorstep during a snow day from school! It couldn't have been more perfect timing. What's really wonderful about the Jumpstart design for Wii is that the possibilities are endless. There are water adventures, caverns, coves, jumping, jet packs for flying, slides that are all just so much fun. There are helpers in the game, that talk to the player to help them along their adventure giving clues and tips. Best of all younger children can develop Wii based skills and control with the remote that will enhance their Wii experience as they grow with it. That to me is really important. As a parent there is nothing worse then buying a game that just leads to frustration and boredom. If you could hear my daughter giggling right now, you wouldn't hesitate to buy this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jumpstart for keeping our kids best interests in mind.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Jumpstart is having an incredible giveaway right  now on their blog! 50 copies of Escape From Island Adventure and 3 Grand Prize packages are all available just by leaving a comment!  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