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Its" /><category term="Event" /><category term="Funny Snippets" /><category term="Photo Diary" /><title type="text">Figments of a Mom</title><subtitle type="html">Figments of my imagination, real insights, pet peeves and other daily observances of a working mom trying to keep it all together.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" 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href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/8876406058115506496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=8876406058115506496&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/8876406058115506496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/8876406058115506496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/4mgjhkflfDg/i-might-qualify-for-help-from-super.html" title="I might qualify for help from the Super Nanny" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My youngest daughter makes me insane. Her emotional outbursts bring out the worst in me. And my emotional outbursts don't scare her into listening. Which really makes for an entertaining scene.

Of course, I want what every parent wants. I want my children to act like little adults and behave appropriately. How dare they act like, like...children!

This morning was especially challenging - a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/4mgjhkflfDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2012/02/i-might-qualify-for-help-from-super.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-3784263444685483744</id><published>2012-02-06T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:32:49.733-05:00</updated><title type="text">Portfolio building</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/3784263444685483744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=3784263444685483744&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/3784263444685483744" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/3784263444685483744" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/UWBczEipvVo/portfolio-building.html" title="Portfolio building" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfEV_EjT1IY/TzCYt_UibOI/AAAAAAAAOsI/4uu326WlLi8/s72-c/LookingDown_BW.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have been more than a little distracted lately with the possibility of taking photography fulltime. Far off down the road but still, there's that glimmer...

Every weekend I've had a least one portfolio-building photo session. I can happily say, I'm done and now taking "photos for commission". I'm working on my site, my marketing material and even keeping my eye on some photo retreats/workshops&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I'm working on my photography portfolio in hopes to have an actual business.

I would love to work as a photographer fulltime. My dream in college was to work for National Geographic as a photojournalist. I even applied to the Peace Corps in &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Out of the blue last week, little K asked if we could have a birthday party for the house. Sure, I said it's going to be 100 years old this year. That's definitely worth celebrating. I just need to find out what day it was completed.

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My grandmother, who just turned 89, has seven children, which currently includes six children in-law, 16 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren. My grandfather just passed away recently. They were married for over 60 years.



So for the first time, my grandmother is alone. Even though she has an extended legacy of family, she's alone, in a way. Her partner in life is gone. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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We managed to get the kids off the Wii and outdoors before the arctic&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/1hxsxnGEbuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-6585995285275857789</id><published>2011-12-27T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:14:17.622-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title type="text">Where we found our Elf...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/6585995285275857789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=6585995285275857789&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/6585995285275857789" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/6585995285275857789" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/ykuuUM3SKtg/where-we-found-our-elf.html" title="Where we found our Elf..." /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9b6mexuYTQ/TvkcAy82OaI/AAAAAAAAODQ/Aot5xDss9II/s72-c/Elf_2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm here to say, it's never too late to get your Elf.... My 9 year old started asking questions last year about the logistics of Santa. It's in her nature. So I made one last ditch effort and had our Elf delivered anonymously. Finding "Charlie" instantly became part of the morning routine.

I wasn't sure E was buying into it until our friends' son threw Charlie to the ground, and I later found E &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I am sooooo late getting out my cards - thankfully it's a full week of holiday celebrating. At least that's how I justify it. I think I'm just in denial that it's almost over. Christmas was upon me so fast, and the weather was warm, it took even longer to get mentally into it. Then once I was in the Christmas spirit, it was over! But, I'm still playing Christmas music, I'm keeping the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Little K was pumped!


She is my mess-maker after all, so mixing up a batch of salt dough was perfect for her.

I'm picky about my dough however. I've made batches before &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Our Elf, Charlie, has finally arrived, anonymously. Better late than never. The girls are admittedly a little "creeped out" by him and the fact that he is watching them all the time. But, they are convinced that Santa must have sent him along. In fact, my 9-year-old was the first one to say that, so I'm thrilled I haven't lost her yet. I'm not so sure Charlie will be &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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 We arrived on a Friday evening and checked into the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The wrinkles are starting to take up a permanent and deeper residence on my face. No time like the present to adopt some preventative care. 

I was offered the opportunity to try a facial firming serum from Apothederm. A new company and product to &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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While I'm looking forward to the weekend of sightseeing and bonding, I am anxious to have some extended time in my home--the clutter has reached monumental levels. I walk into Little K's room and my eyeballs vibrate from the mess. I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/wBYSU-8QObg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/11/this-weekend-will-be-fourth-weekend-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-6917503936870763026</id><published>2011-11-11T10:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:45:45.256-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title type="text">Wino Mommy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/6917503936870763026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=6917503936870763026&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/6917503936870763026" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/6917503936870763026" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/M4JAb-UKBaE/wino-mommy.html" title="Wino Mommy" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m0AV0R0iMA/Tr0-Ic2TNeI/AAAAAAAANzY/Mqj7Qq0DOQk/s72-c/note_edited-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It appears my children are more perceptive than I would like. Hence, a recent writing assignment using spelling words in a Halloween narrative. Evidence A:



While the moms and I did walk around with a beverage as the kids treat-or-treated, I DID NOT get a refill along the way. It was offered, but I stopped AT ONE. Just to be clear. Also, do not assume her misuse of the word "drunk" should in &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=M4JAb-UKBaE:dHrqwQ3PY3k:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=M4JAb-UKBaE:dHrqwQ3PY3k:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/M4JAb-UKBaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/11/wino-mommy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-9207368552074816787</id><published>2011-11-03T07:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:41:00.330-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title type="text">How do you deal with lying?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/9207368552074816787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=9207368552074816787&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/9207368552074816787" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/9207368552074816787" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/qbnR7AbemWs/how-do-you-deal-with-lying.html" title="How do you deal with lying?" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ever since the girls were old enough to talk we've been telling them they won't get in trouble for telling the truth. But lying? Not tolerable.

Lately, however, little K has resorted to lying. And I mean lying right to my face when the evidence is in my hand. Apparently, I'm making one of the first mistakes when it comes to encouraging honesty: Don't ask the question when you already know the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=qbnR7AbemWs:AYxw5tP61BA:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=qbnR7AbemWs:AYxw5tP61BA:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/qbnR7AbemWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/11/how-do-you-deal-with-lying.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-982490946737246137</id><published>2011-11-02T07:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:37:00.107-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title type="text">Meet an real astronaut at the Please Touch Museum</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/982490946737246137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=982490946737246137&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/982490946737246137" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/982490946737246137" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/f5_9X2qeKDA/meet-real-astronaut-at-please-touch.html" title="Meet an real astronaut at the Please Touch Museum" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">If you are looking for something to do with your little ones, especially as the weather gets colder, the Please Touch Museum has Astronaut Chris Ferguson, a Philadelphia native, visiting at 1 pm on Monday,  November 7th to meet your children and read the book “There’s No Place Like Space!” in the museum's  Space Station area.  
After the Story Time, Astronaut Ferguson will  move to the area &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/f5_9X2qeKDA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/11/meet-real-astronaut-at-please-touch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-4411314520372415948</id><published>2011-11-01T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:32:09.577-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title type="text">Girls Getaway: Newport, Rhode Island</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/4411314520372415948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=4411314520372415948&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/4411314520372415948" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/4411314520372415948" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/iSxho730_s0/girls-getaway-newport-rhode-island.html" title="Girls Getaway: Newport, Rhode Island" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JlQnzjjzHxk/Tq_6jg5h8vI/AAAAAAAANNQ/aNGFgbRgIYQ/s72-c/IMAGE_D564B9DE-3EFB-4C32-9867-B3A38D6B3278.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">It may not be the first place you think of when planning a girls getaway. It may not even be on your list of places to go at all. But it was on mine, and when flights to Providence dropped to $99 round trip, I figured now was as good a time as any. And because the 40th birthday celebrating was still in full swing.

A 6:30 am flight means you have to be up at 4 am, but it also means you have a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/iSxho730_s0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/11/girls-getaway-newport-rhode-island.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-3673910324394249536</id><published>2011-10-31T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:19:58.879-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cool Findings" /><title type="text">One Day on Earth - Will You Be There?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/3673910324394249536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=3673910324394249536&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/3673910324394249536" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/3673910324394249536" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/qlQINkoZEic/one-day-on-earth-will-you-be-there.html" title="One Day on Earth - Will You Be There?" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">We are so engrossed in our own world that we forget other things are happening to other people at the same time other places in the world.

Right now, you're sitting there reading this blog, but where one baby is being born, another is dying; where a child learns in school, another is looking for food; where one person is losing a job, another is being hired; where one couple is buying a house, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=qlQINkoZEic:BZ5Tm_XFvd8:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=qlQINkoZEic:BZ5Tm_XFvd8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/qlQINkoZEic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/10/one-day-on-earth-will-you-be-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-2210237855284158617</id><published>2011-10-24T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:02:09.831-04:00</updated><title type="text">Annual Pumpkin Carving</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/2210237855284158617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=2210237855284158617&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/2210237855284158617" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/2210237855284158617" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/eCgu1wSWenQ/annual-pumpkin-carving.html" title="Annual Pumpkin Carving" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WXznXAOSbM/TqYS9W-clbI/AAAAAAAANKA/zILC7vu9BN4/s72-c/DSC_0216.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It's that time of year - time to make the jack o'lanterns! I have learned through experience it's best to do this as close to Halloween as possible. Otherwise, the squirrels have a feast and the jack o'lanterns become mutated beyond recognition.

Little K likes to pick the largest possible pumpkin, this one weighing in at 23 lbs. 

 
Fortunately, and surprisingly, it was not 23 pounds of guts and&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=eCgu1wSWenQ:A-zfrmz-G04:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?a=eCgu1wSWenQ:A-zfrmz-G04:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/Figments?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/eCgu1wSWenQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/10/annual-pumpkin-carving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-4883420869257705013</id><published>2011-10-24T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:29:29.844-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blah Blah Blah" /><title type="text">Underestimating time</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/4883420869257705013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=4883420869257705013&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/4883420869257705013" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/4883420869257705013" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/yMIcgQNOHdc/underestimating-time.html" title="Underestimating time" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I've been enlightened from events this past weekend to a pattern in my behavior that I'm sure isn't news to anyone that knows me...I am a master at underestimating the amount of time it takes to do anything.

This is a problem when I plan to do many things in one day. For instance, this past weekend with the hubs out of town I planned to make pumpkin spice muffins with cream cheese icing (YUM!), &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Figments/~4/yMIcgQNOHdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.figmentsofamom.com/2011/10/underestimating-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090259933207134951.post-3155049245178018849</id><published>2011-10-12T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:42:20.422-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday--You think you got your hands full?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.figmentsofamom.com/feeds/3155049245178018849/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4090259933207134951&amp;postID=3155049245178018849&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/3155049245178018849" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4090259933207134951/posts/default/3155049245178018849" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Figments/~3/IZNG0DbAw8E/wordless-wednesday-you-think-you-got.html" title="Wordless Wednesday--You think you got your hands full?" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264404722344448020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_aZIqa6t9A/Trr5UPmWoeI/AAAAAAAANyo/1h5Ss9hFq0E/s220/Profile%2B2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wJfYf1Gz9A/TpW1NakAucI/AAAAAAAANIo/tnRgGsy-40Q/s72-c/clare.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My sweet neighbor let me come over and photograph her and her new twin girls...



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I surprised myself when I woke up without the anticipated heavy fog of dread. I felt okay! Excited in fact, to take on the day. Of course, that could have had something to do with the fact that my loving husband bought me &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Yes, this is what I'm doing. And I'm excited.

Then earlier this week, another idea hit me out the blue.

Go to&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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What?&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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