<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560</id><updated>2011-07-09T15:35:02.016-07:00</updated><category term='no good rotten morning'/><category term='Tornados in So Cal?'/><category term='vacation 2008'/><category term='sorry kids'/><category term='Mother of the Year- Instant dog costume'/><category term='A ho? A what?'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='mango salsa- recipe'/><category term='Best Mother&apos;s Day Gift'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='Missing you terribly'/><category term='terrible'/><category term='grocery costs'/><category term='green salad with strawberries and walnuts'/><category term='field trip to the ranch'/><category term='Older Men'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='easy chicken dinner'/><category term='Oh to be seven'/><category term='On Her Terms - potty on the floor'/><category term='Yummy shrimp recipe'/><category term='Momma is Happy'/><category term='crazy hair'/><title type='text'>LQ mom of 3</title><subtitle type='html'>Chronicling the ups and downs of everyday life and trying to live in gratitude everyday.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-2953303990678671149</id><published>2011-07-09T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:29:11.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Missing my Boys</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long time since my last post. As a matter of fact, I haven't written in so long I almost couldn't get back into my blog- I couldn't remember the email address I used or my pass word... I was definitely feeling somewhat lame. Blogspot has made all of these changes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new here in beautiful La Quinta? Since my last post we adopted two kittens- originally though to be short hair- absolutely NOT short hairs. We&amp;nbsp;adopted&amp;nbsp;them more than a year ago - I will save them for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6niVGtcPas/ThjGhVWy_aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/u94h96a1uCI/s1600/DSCN0913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6niVGtcPas/ThjGhVWy_aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/u94h96a1uCI/s320/DSCN0913.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Eyes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my boys. They have been away at camp for almost 3 weeks. Enjoying "cooler life" (in every sense of the word) on Catalina Island. We are so&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;that they are&amp;nbsp;able&amp;nbsp;to have the opportunity, more than the activities that they participate in - and believe me they do some incredible activities, it is the profound changes that we see when they return from camp that really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both develop relationships with campers and staff. They learn how to live in a group environment, sharing living quarters and group decision making are part of the mix- I notice that they are able to negotiate conflict a little better on the mainland and that they understand more fully how to be a part of a group, whether they are navigating family, their classroom, the martial arts studio or a sports team, the camp experience has helped them to learn new coping skills that they hone each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7DHqwyd6o4/ThjGT-kCeNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h7X52M0Xj5U/s1600/DSCN0930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7DHqwyd6o4/ThjGT-kCeNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h7X52M0Xj5U/s320/DSCN0930.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This year I have seen them physically grow too! Hiking, swimming, hanging on high ropes, kayaking, snorkeling all in a day's schedule at camp. Just what they need... fresh air, physical exercise, friendships, wholesome food and young adults who guide them through&amp;nbsp;decision&amp;nbsp;making and choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as camp is a great opportunity- one that I want them to have... I truly miss them. The house is&amp;nbsp;quieter and calmer and the princess seems a little lost without her big brothers.&amp;nbsp;All in all, it has been a good 3 weeks for all of us, though&amp;nbsp;I am looking forward to picking them up at the boat on Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of your day,&lt;br /&gt;Michele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-2953303990678671149?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2953303990678671149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=2953303990678671149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2953303990678671149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2953303990678671149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-my-boys.html' title='Missing my Boys'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6niVGtcPas/ThjGhVWy_aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/u94h96a1uCI/s72-c/DSCN0913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-2872086101113371506</id><published>2009-04-30T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:47:06.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Facebook addict</title><content type='html'>Been gone awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that it has been MONTHS since I last blogged. In a work conversation today I was talking about setting up a blog for our organization and it occurred to me that I had not checked in for at least 2 seasons! Fall and winter have passed, we are approaching the end of spring and we are almost to summer -- I have neglected the Blog.&lt;br /&gt;No excuses- just life! I can't believe I didn't share about the holidays, crazy kid stories, ridiculous issues of everyday and just the same ol' "mom stuff" that makes me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to pick up and chronicle more of my life, I really started this to develop a keepsake for my kids and lately I have to admit-- it has been "all about me", I have been cheating... With facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was a casual affair, once in a while, then once a week, once a day and now multiple times a day. I am connecting with my girl friends, professional colleagues, acquaintances, college friends, extended family and even high school friends - from too many years ago!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have it under control, but then... I jsut can't help myself. Someone posts something that gets my attention and it is like a shiny object, it catches my attention and I can't let go. I had to stop the automatic email notices- too distracting at work!&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry blog. I promise to come back to you, I will treat you right!&lt;br /&gt;I will try, I will try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-2872086101113371506?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2872086101113371506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=2872086101113371506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2872086101113371506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2872086101113371506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-facebook-addict.html' title='Confessions of a Facebook addict'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-8188150312214115779</id><published>2008-09-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:50:22.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation 2008'/><title type='text'>Makes Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SMlRMNCCU5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O5cdMUPGjgs/s1600-h/summer+2008+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244812511148135314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SMlRMNCCU5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O5cdMUPGjgs/s200/summer+2008+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love these kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to do some vacationing this summer. We drove to Northern CA and part of our trip included attedning the Sonoma County Fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode rides... ate fair food and the Princess even rode a pony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SMlR6D1JFHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mHZrdsjbYb0/s1600-h/summer+2008+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244813298952115314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SMlR6D1JFHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mHZrdsjbYb0/s200/summer+2008+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814474823984482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SMlS-gS15WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yV2Lw9dR_KY/s200/summer+2008+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited Fort Ross way up the coast, just below the exclusive Sea Colony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing place. The best part was being together- all five of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-8188150312214115779?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8188150312214115779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=8188150312214115779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/8188150312214115779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/8188150312214115779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/makes-me-smile.html' title='Makes Me Smile'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SMlRMNCCU5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O5cdMUPGjgs/s72-c/summer+2008+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-3161408301451994111</id><published>2008-08-20T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:28:42.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip to the ranch'/><title type='text'>My Little Cowgal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz7OiOBLWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q92ibhksVRI/s1600-h/bella+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236836693847387490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz7OiOBLWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q92ibhksVRI/s200/bella+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The princess went on a field trip not too long ago to a ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She met Dolly the Pig,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236835923096860802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz6hq8xeII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0PNuMkoLayw/s200/bella+dolly+pig+looking+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester the horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz6sfxddII/AAAAAAAAAFY/reX-3Cevb90/s1600-h/summer+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236836109075182722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz6sfxddII/AAAAAAAAAFY/reX-3Cevb90/s200/summer+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz622C5WaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4jY_Zz2jBJ0/s1600-h/summer+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236836286852585890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz622C5WaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4jY_Zz2jBJ0/s200/summer+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz622C5WaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4jY_Zz2jBJ0/s1600-h/summer+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even wanted to drive the golf cart in her cowboy hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236836447960729298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz7AOOEhtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YHq2xlCxI_c/s200/summer+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She had an amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and is still talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just LOVE the expression on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-3161408301451994111?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3161408301451994111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=3161408301451994111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/3161408301451994111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/3161408301451994111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-cowgal.html' title='My Little Cowgal'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SKz7OiOBLWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q92ibhksVRI/s72-c/bella+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-4290989677082091358</id><published>2008-07-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:00:01.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no good rotten morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><title type='text'>Should go back to bed!</title><content type='html'>Monday morning blues...&lt;br /&gt;My week started with a meeting with my national CEO, my incoming board chair and a pretty important community member-- 135 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ready, popped the princess into the car and headed over to pre-school/day care only to find a note on the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left myself a little wiggle room, but certainly not enough to find somewhere from my daughter all day. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I called the director's cell phone to find out she got a flat tire and was actually at the tire place having it fixed. I requested that she pick up my daughter when she got done and began to race home to leave the princess with my wonderful niece and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race is the operative word... oh yes, clocked going 68 in a 50! And 72 in a 50! Just what I need-- 20 mins taken from my already evaporating morning so that i can have a speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 20 mins late to my meeting-- made it safe and sound, in one piece, however a little frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go back to bed. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-4290989677082091358?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4290989677082091358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=4290989677082091358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4290989677082091358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4290989677082091358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/should-go-back-to-bed.html' title='Should go back to bed!'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-2289763116087374433</id><published>2008-07-29T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:54:58.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome SITSta's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7My3uy-kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qBckDZdOdbY/s1600-h/saucychefbutton_final.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228341391749478978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7My3uy-kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qBckDZdOdbY/s200/saucychefbutton_final.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;I just got the email that I am being featured on The SITS Saucy Blog of recipes...&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I checked my email-- I have jury duty this week and almost missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome friends- thanks for dropping in. Feel free to stay awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook and on occasion I will post a recipe that I love and feel the need to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again-- I will try to come and visit you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-2289763116087374433?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2289763116087374433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=2289763116087374433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2289763116087374433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2289763116087374433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-sitstas.html' title='Welcome SITSta&apos;s'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7My3uy-kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qBckDZdOdbY/s72-c/saucychefbutton_final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-6369389900885489614</id><published>2008-07-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:21:22.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7DgcXBGvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/J49HvW_aWXI/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228331179559688946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7DgcXBGvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/J49HvW_aWXI/s200/PICT0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to see one of our favorite bands ever last weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was in Arrowhead, California- outdoor venue, easy, easy, easy. The group is family friendly and they create harmonies to die for! The mountain temps sure beat the desert too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7EBhT-DmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ycm4J7DFb70/s1600-h/PICT0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228331747824766562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7EBhT-DmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ycm4J7DFb70/s200/PICT0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it a celebration- it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TDH's&lt;/span&gt; brother's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; and the whole family went, about 20 of us. The kids love their cousin time and the parents love that we all get along so well. It is always a great time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228331422839209826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7DumpX_2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/aeJzV_5Mc08/s200/PICT0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky that I married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7D4ynro-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kO6PhJ4XmaU/s1600-h/PICT0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228331597852025826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7D4ynro-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kO6PhJ4XmaU/s200/PICT0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had great fun spending time together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clan&lt;/span&gt; too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228331910072318418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7EK9uzOdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6cs-3mGH2Mg/s200/PICT0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venice is amazing... truly, check out their website at: &lt;a href="http://www.venicecentral.com/"&gt;http://www.venicecentral.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-6369389900885489614?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6369389900885489614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=6369389900885489614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/6369389900885489614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/6369389900885489614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/venice.html' title='Venice'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SI7DgcXBGvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/J49HvW_aWXI/s72-c/PICT0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-5254029871465285416</id><published>2008-07-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:00:05.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Older Men'/><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0LaTCj4CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uPBgSq5TJgM/s1600-h/PICT0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223343689235161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0LaTCj4CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uPBgSq5TJgM/s200/PICT0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Do these 2 spell trouble or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Wild One&lt;/em&gt; is giving the &lt;em&gt;Princess &lt;/em&gt;a ride on her Barbie 4 wheel drive Jeep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0Li0vG-oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KhRBuj816T8/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223343835719334530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0Li0vG-oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KhRBuj816T8/s200/PICT0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;They are to be reckoned with, these two. He is entering kindergarten this fall and she just turned 3 in March. I may have to chat with my little one about &lt;em&gt;older men,&lt;/em&gt; for now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sweet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so innocent and truly adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure it will be a different story in High School when Daddy is screening suitors. Trouble is... I think she might be the &lt;em&gt;Wild One&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, we will enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0LqroZRwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LEvRqUZAEA/s1600-h/PICT0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223343970714208002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0LqroZRwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LEvRqUZAEA/s200/PICT0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-5254029871465285416?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5254029871465285416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=5254029871465285416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5254029871465285416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5254029871465285416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SH0LaTCj4CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uPBgSq5TJgM/s72-c/PICT0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-9136568827161238213</id><published>2008-07-16T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:14:27.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy hair'/><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SHz3CBp0uII/AAAAAAAAADY/t4ggf67ssoM/s1600-h/PICT0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223321282018588802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SHz3CBp0uII/AAAAAAAAADY/t4ggf67ssoM/s200/PICT0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday at Day Camp was Crazy Hair Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they look adorable? When they look like this I could just hug 'em and kiss their little faces off! (I know not in front of the other kids). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TDH&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; they look like girls... sweet boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sure beats the dog costume of last session)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly faces of summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223322560607857650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SHz4McxQq_I/AAAAAAAAADw/ZC12O6OJA2c/s200/PICT0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-9136568827161238213?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9136568827161238213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=9136568827161238213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/9136568827161238213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/9136568827161238213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-hair-day.html' title='Crazy Hair Day'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SHz3CBp0uII/AAAAAAAAADY/t4ggf67ssoM/s72-c/PICT0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-7637795551477155770</id><published>2008-07-15T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:30:00.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green salad with strawberries and walnuts'/><title type='text'>Summer salad</title><content type='html'>My new favorite summer salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of fresh strawberries&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of mixed salad greens&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of walnuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of blue cheese crumbles&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4  green onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Chop grren onions&lt;br /&gt;Toast walnuts until lightly toasted - cool on  a paper towel&lt;br /&gt;Add mixed  salad greens, strawberries, green onions, and blue cheese crumbles to large salad bowl. Once walnuts are cool, sprinkle on top and toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve with Trader Joe's raspberry dressing. (delicious and low in fat and calories).&lt;br /&gt;My hubby prefers blue cheese dressing. Vinagerette is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make this a meal, add grilled chicken breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious and easy... my favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-7637795551477155770?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7637795551477155770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=7637795551477155770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/7637795551477155770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/7637795551477155770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-salad.html' title='Summer salad'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-1266006910606551286</id><published>2008-07-14T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:22:29.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery costs'/><title type='text'>Saving money</title><content type='html'>I have been skirting the issue for awhile, but the cost of living is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I try really hard to feed my kids healthy, non-processed food. I am lucky they enjoy cucumbers, cherry tomatoes and fruit for snack. I try not to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; with high fructose corn syrup and I buy organic milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do try not &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; go overboard, I don't want them to feel deprived and then gorge themselves on junk when they are away from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to make pretty good decisions, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; is managing the rising costs and continuing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; the same food. Typically I shop at Trader Joe's, Henry's and Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a girl friend who is playing the Grocery Game and she is saving a lot of money! I am trying it-- I bought the trial for $1, I have clipped my coupons and printed my list. I plan to give it a try. We will see how far I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part is that the lists that are available are for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ralph's&lt;/span&gt; and Stater Bros. I don't typically shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you all know how it goes-- if I save money and can manage to continue to serve relatively healthy fare then I may continue. I am sure that I will continue to stop in at Trader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt;- their prices are really reasonable to start with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-1266006910606551286?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1266006910606551286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=1266006910606551286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/1266006910606551286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/1266006910606551286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/saving-money.html' title='Saving money'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-2668881120586844499</id><published>2008-07-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:00:01.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easy chicken dinner'/><title type='text'>Slow Cooker Salsa Chicken</title><content type='html'>This is a wintertime favorite and a recipe I use especially when I am working away from my home office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a crazy couple of weeks coming up so I may use it for burritos in the not so distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SO easy and delicious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;versatile... serve it in tortillas with cheese for the kids, on rice or on top of greens for a yummy salad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;4 frozen chicken breasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;1 container of fresh salsa (12 ounce container)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;1 beer (any kind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Place ingredients in the slow cooker. I usually turn it on high while I am getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; out the door to school (about 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;) then I turn it to low for the rest of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;When I get home, I pull the breasts out and shred them (just pull them apart). I make burritos or a salad or just add them to rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easy and Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-2668881120586844499?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2668881120586844499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=2668881120586844499' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2668881120586844499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2668881120586844499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/slow-cooker-salsa-chicken.html' title='Slow Cooker Salsa Chicken'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-1043634695451640925</id><published>2008-07-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:45:35.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry kids'/><title type='text'>Grumpy Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today is one of those days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my children. I love my life. I am truly very lucky and very blessed- but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; 100% human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate to do a job that I love, mostly from home and I get to spend a lot of &lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt; time with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's time with them is bordering NON &lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times&lt;/em&gt; shall I have to ask you to:&lt;br /&gt;brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;feed the dogs&lt;br /&gt;get in the car- we are going to be late&lt;br /&gt;pick up your dirty socks, underwear, bathing suit&lt;br /&gt;stop hitting your brother, sister, or the dog&lt;br /&gt;stop chewing with your mouth open&lt;br /&gt;please let go of your brother's hair&lt;br /&gt;stop bouncing the basketball in the house&lt;br /&gt;please don't throw the ball, the pillow, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot wheel&lt;/span&gt;, the barbie (insert object)&lt;br /&gt;do not jump on the couch, the bed or the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PHALEEEZE&lt;/span&gt; just listen the first time... I could deal with even the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of you are bright young people with perfectly good hearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy doesn't want to be grumpy anymore. I am sorry that I yell sometimes. &lt;em&gt;Yes, that is your loving mother with the contorted face, gritting her teeth, under her breath cursing because she is frustrated and tired of making the same requests over and over! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day... for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-1043634695451640925?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1043634695451640925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=1043634695451640925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/1043634695451640925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/1043634695451640925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/grumpy-mom.html' title='Grumpy Mom'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-6030637740975884500</id><published>2008-07-05T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:30:52.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mango salsa- recipe'/><title type='text'>Mango Salsa with grilled chicken breasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun and Friends for the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, the Greens and the Lopez's came over to celebrate the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July! The Greens have 4 kids, 3 daughters and 1 son-- they got along beautifully with our brood. (The Lopez boys were busy this time-- we missed them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mango &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;salsa&lt;/span&gt; (which I have been craving for weeks) to go with grilled chicken breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do this in the morning- allowing the chicken breasts to thaw while marinating. I have made the salsa the day before too-- the longer it sits, the better it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marinade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6 chicken breasts (I use boneless, skinless- frozen, fresh works too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 grapefruit, sliced (any citrus will do)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of orange juice (again, any citrus will do)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; dressing&lt;br /&gt;1 red onion sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 or 2 tablespoons of chopped or crushed garlic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine in large zip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loc&lt;/span&gt; bag and set aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Salsa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 kiwis&lt;br /&gt;1 red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch of cilantro&lt;br /&gt;2 medium jalapeno peppers (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop ingredients into small chucks, cover and refrigerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grill chicken breasts, cut into strips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I let them cool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; in the summer-- this is a cold meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with mango salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be served with rice, tortillas, or by itself. I combined it with a favorite salad and fresh watermelonfor our meal. I will post the salad on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-6030637740975884500?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6030637740975884500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=6030637740975884500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/6030637740975884500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/6030637740975884500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/mango-salsa-with-grilled-chicken.html' title='Mango Salsa with grilled chicken breasts'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-8535668136301460531</id><published>2008-07-01T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:00:09.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of the Year- Instant dog costume'/><title type='text'>Mother of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually don't call myself &lt;em&gt;Mother of the Year&lt;/em&gt; in a flattering way, typically I am pointing at myself saying, "nice one"- how did &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;get to be a mother? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However this time, I am impressed with myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see... Blue Eyes is attending day camp and each Friday of the session the kids dress up in tune with the week's theme. Having run camps a good part of my adult life, I feel it is important for our family to be supportive and to play along. (Blue Eyes doesn't have a chance either- both his Dad and I have made fools of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; in front of hundreds of children in the name of &lt;em&gt;camp spirit).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first theme of the summer was &lt;em&gt;Hollywood Stars,&lt;/em&gt; the campers were to dress as a TV, movie or music star. Easy enough... Blue Eyes went as a "Rock Star" -- I think it may have had something to do with Guitar Hero sessions with his brother and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Costume was easy (remember it is 114 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;degrees&lt;/span&gt; outside!) He wore denim shorts, a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a fleece headband (made out of scrap material) that flowed down below his shoulders. I added a "soul patch" on that virgin chin and he was good to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday was dress as your favorite animal. I thought, cool , we have a costume box in the garage and I know there is a giraffe costume in there and maybe even some other critter costumes. (You know once a camp director...). So... morning coffee in hand, I am searching the garage for the darn costume box... I know it is here, just saw it.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... searching high and low, a little sweaty now, did I mention it is HOT in the desert in the summer? I still can't find the darn box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magoo is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suppposed&lt;/span&gt; to be picked up in a few minutes for his last day of summer school. Now I am dripping sweat and my hair is getting frizzy! So much for the morning shower. I have to get Blue Eyes into a costume, drop him off at camp, drop The Princess off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school and then get to the summer school campus for Magoo's presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No box... now what? Where the heck is the costume box? Can't find it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will punt! Do we have black material? Yes, I have some black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;velvet&lt;/span&gt; from a wrap I made a few years ago. Black head band, check. Black T-shirt, check. White towel, check. Glue gun, check, scissors, check. Here we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut ears out of velvet, glue to headband. Turn t-shirt inside out, cut out tag, cut odd shapes out of towel, glue to shirt. Cut tail out of black velvet, glue to shirt. Almost done- add a few white towel spots to the ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for camp-- backpack with lunch, towel, trunks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rash guard&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;, check. Now, get in the car! Let's go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGpvF5jMySI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8qbHv_wrW30/s1600-h/PICT0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218105265400629538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGpvF5jMySI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8qbHv_wrW30/s200/PICT0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad for a 20 min effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad news... everyone thought he was a cow. Did they not look at his ears? Don't some dogs have large spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found the costume box, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TDH&lt;/span&gt; put it up in the garage attic. (Never thought to look there). My brain cells were dying due to heat exhaustion! Another costume to add to the box- I will be changing the ears on the headband--- we will now have bovine ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother of the Year- for that day!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGptKvRRcGI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xxv9-LySdlk/s1600-h/PICT0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218103149517172834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGptKvRRcGI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xxv9-LySdlk/s200/PICT0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's dress up theme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red, White and Blue-- I am ALL over that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-8535668136301460531?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8535668136301460531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=8535668136301460531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/8535668136301460531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/8535668136301460531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the Year'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGpvF5jMySI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8qbHv_wrW30/s72-c/PICT0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-3154319418226607292</id><published>2008-06-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:56:14.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy shrimp recipe'/><title type='text'>Beachy Shrimp- recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just feel like sharing one of my favorite recipes. I have been following the SITS site for a while &lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/oldrallychick/secret-sauce_button.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and those amazing women have just launched this new site that I am inspired by! If you have not visited the SITS site, I encourage you to do so! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then jump on over to this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitsgirlsrecipes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/oldrallychick/SaucyEatsButton_final_1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be some incredible sharing going on, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I admit , I am one of those freaks that will buy and read cookbooks or cooking magazines just for fun, usually I am inspired by a recipe and I decide to try it, however it is so rare that I ever follow a recipe exactly. I love making changes geared more towards my kids' and husband's tastes taking into consideration too, what I have in stock. I alter freely when I don't have exactly what the recipe calls for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beach Shrimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (From Southern Living at Home magazine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy Shrimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is really easy for every day dinner and good enough to serve to company ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alter this based on what I have in the frig, I usually have a bag of frozen shrimp from Trader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt;, if I cook just one bag I decrease the amounts of the other stuff or it is too much liquid. If we are having company I have to cook two bags because my kids LOVE this! This is not one of those recipes that calls for exact measures! (my favorite kind). I have left out the butter, parsley and the lemon- (not all on the same night) AND it still tastes great! I have also used a variety of Italian dressings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lbs. of large raw or frozen shrimp&lt;br /&gt;1 (16 oz) bottle of Italian dressing&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ Tbsp. freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, pressed&lt;br /&gt;2 lemons, halved&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup chopped fresh parsley&lt;br /&gt;½ cup butter, cut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place first 4 ingredients into a 13x9 inch baking dish, tossing to coat. Squeeze juice from lemons over shrimp mixture, and stir. Add lemon halves to pan. Sprinkle evenly with parsley; dot with butter.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375 for 25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. (making sure shrimp is pink- may take a little longer if you use frozen shrimp). Stir after 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Serve in pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great with rice- I buy the frozen brown rice (another Trader Joe’s or Henry’s Market find) it comes in a bag, you microwave it for 3 minutes and you have delicious rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also served it with grilled veggies (on the grill pan) and crusty French bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-3154319418226607292?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3154319418226607292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=3154319418226607292' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/3154319418226607292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/3154319418226607292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/beachy-shrimp-recipe.html' title='Beachy Shrimp- recipe'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-5765301674055058676</id><published>2008-06-27T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:44:43.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing you terribly'/><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TDH&lt;/span&gt;, is not one to let Hallmark tell him when to celebrate a holiday. (I have received Valentine's Day cards in March).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that spirit, I did not acknowledge his fathering skills or how much he means to our family on Father's Day. I will today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV3K7e0ioI/AAAAAAAAACY/5Vzm7F_aLrI/s1600-h/PICT0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216706773027949186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV3K7e0ioI/AAAAAAAAACY/5Vzm7F_aLrI/s200/PICT0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The kids made him breakfast in bed for Fathers' Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TDH&lt;/span&gt; has been consulting the past few weeks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leavin&lt;/span&gt;' us on Sundays and returning on Thursday or Friday afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3 children, 2 dogs, a full time job and 3 different summer programs that the children are attending, I am more than a little crazy. Did I mention I won't drink, not even a glass of wine when he is gone overnight-- weird fear that something might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; to one of our kids and I wouldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; clear head- like that is EVER the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV4kRo88wI/AAAAAAAAACg/BvbNiqBVihE/s1600-h/PICT0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216708307984380674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV4kRo88wI/AAAAAAAAACg/BvbNiqBVihE/s200/PICT0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, I am missing my hubby more and more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adult conversation over a bottle of wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Catching you&lt;/em&gt;" playing ball with the boys in the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your devilish grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your salt more than pepper "Jesus hair"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You taking out the trash (that is &lt;em&gt;man's&lt;/em&gt; work!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sincere appreciation of what our children create, say and do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your commitment and faith in the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your &lt;em&gt;reluctant &lt;/em&gt;canine love for Lola and Joey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching you play Barbies with The Princess&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216709277560030578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV5ctlzRXI/AAAAAAAAACo/xdrJRGsRNgM/s200/PICT0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your appreciation of my beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You changing diapers and underwear full of pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the things you do around the house- even my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hair brained&lt;/span&gt; ideas and projects that you take on and finish for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your patience with &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;that drives you crazy (I am sure there is plenty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your conviction for what you believe in: &lt;em&gt;the underdog, children, and what is righteous and true&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your willingness to put up with &lt;em&gt;my drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the &lt;em&gt;calm in my storm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you with all of my heart and I miss you terribly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being a man of God, an amazing father, a wonderful husband and the LOVE OF MY LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see you. Let's just GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always, M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216710199301311138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV6SXWDCqI/AAAAAAAAACw/iqGSu5K55QQ/s200/PICT0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-5765301674055058676?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5765301674055058676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=5765301674055058676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5765301674055058676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5765301674055058676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SGV3K7e0ioI/AAAAAAAAACY/5Vzm7F_aLrI/s72-c/PICT0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-4270125906951353934</id><published>2008-06-24T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:53:49.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Her Terms - potty on the floor'/><title type='text'>On Her Terms</title><content type='html'>The Princess is essentially "day" potty trained (potty learned for the PC Club). What this means is that she is completely aware of the need to empty her bowls and bladder and can pretty much control it during the day, we have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighttime&lt;/span&gt; yet. But I have to admit it is on &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; terms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt; in our home-- the boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; this MUCH later in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toddler hood&lt;/span&gt;- after 3 1/2 for sure. With her showing keen interest and a need to please the day care/preschool where she attends, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; this sooner than with her brothers who really weren't interested until late 3's. This weekend we had great success! We even bought new princess undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was doing my usual carpool circus, Magoo is off to a special summer school class, Blue Eyes is going to day camp and the Princess goes to a day care/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school. (All before 9:00 am)&lt;br /&gt;On the way to day camp, the Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;declares&lt;/span&gt; that she has a tummy ache. She was home last Friday for a stomach thing that included vomiting so I called her day care director and let her know that the Princess would be staying home today, (and I knew it was unlikely that I would get much work done). But my little girl needed me, I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be there for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that my hubby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TDH&lt;/span&gt; is out of town until Friday? He is doing a consulting job for about 6 weeks where he leaves on Sunday mornings and returns on Friday afternoons. Call me crazy-- what was I thinking when I &lt;em&gt;agreed &lt;/em&gt;to that! I even encouraged him to take the gig. I do work full time too. From home mostly, but it is full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;...The Princess and I, we got back to the house and she preceded to request the &lt;em&gt;My Little Ponies&lt;/em&gt; DVD- I jumped on the chance to do a little work and have her rest quietly watching one of her favorite movies -it is &lt;em&gt;right up there with Barbie Nutcracker!&lt;/em&gt; She was not acting ill and she certainly didn't have that "look" of being ill, you know moms can always tell when their kids are sick- my kids have the tell tale dark circles and a "look" I can't really put into words. I thought rest would still be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a staff meeting/conference call at 10:00 am and I figured I could at least accomplish that much in my work day! About 10 minutes into the meeting call my darling daughter walks into my office, stands to the side of my desk, so that I can CLEARLY see her and she begins to pee! Right through those princess undies all over the back of her cute little dress, on her socks, her shoes and onto my office floor! You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the child who earned m&amp;amp;ms just an hour earlier for going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; in the potty... &lt;em&gt;I am not above bribery to reinforce the good behavior. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am still in the middle of my staff meeting, wanting to scream, "What the &lt;em&gt;heck&lt;/em&gt; are you doing!" and instead I say in a very hushed whisper, gritting my teeth, &lt;em&gt;"You will clean this up!What are you thinking? Why? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in conversation, trying not to let on that I would like to give my child a big swat on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tushy&lt;/span&gt; (I didn't- though I wanted to, we typically do not spank), I grabbed a bath towel and some Clorox wipes and preceded to assist my daughter in the clean up- oh yea, you bet I made her clean up her mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scooped her up in my arms (still on the conference call, trying to maintain composure and sound like I was paying attention to every word being said in the meeting), walked her into her bedroom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;diaper&lt;/span&gt; on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following her nap - I actually dozed with her for a few minutes, boy did I need it- we went back to underwear and she has been fine since. Even for the car trip to pick up her brother at day camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All on her terms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-4270125906951353934?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4270125906951353934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=4270125906951353934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4270125906951353934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4270125906951353934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-her-terms.html' title='On Her Terms'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-183778359826466856</id><published>2008-06-13T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:50:41.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a Great Day</title><content type='html'>So... I run a non-profit organization, mostly from my home office, with a lot of help from a wonderful, competent staff of 2 plus a consultant. We all pretty much work remotely. It works with independent, self directed and motivated staff. (Let's us all have lives too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, my Board of Directors decided (with my utmost support) that we should start a campership program to send low-income children from Southern California and Hawaii to summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set a goal of raising &lt;em&gt;$25,000&lt;/em&gt; to send &lt;em&gt;100 kids&lt;/em&gt; to camp&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday we had raised about $14,000, mostly from individuals and very generous board members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... today... I got the word that a grant that I wrote was approved and we are going to recieve $20,000. WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am THRILLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will help 100 low-income children go to summer camp &lt;em&gt;this summer&lt;/em&gt;! We will get to help positively shape the future of 100 lives... &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; my hard work is worth it! (AND we can seed next year's fundraising efforts to send even more kids to camp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I know that 100 children will get the opportunity to enjoy the authenticy of childhood- preserve the right of passage- they will get to go to camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in the clouds, energized to keep going... motivated!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to toast to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for all of the individuals who gave generously and the foundation who validated the camp experience as worthwhile and necessary for 100 more children this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to pop the cork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday the 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-183778359826466856?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/183778359826466856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=183778359826466856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/183778359826466856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/183778359826466856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-great-day.html' title='Today is a Great Day'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-5468195058204369021</id><published>2008-06-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:06:17.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma is Happy'/><title type='text'>Momma is Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9S-QNbRzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Tb14rAWdJck/s1600-h/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210474523347601202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9S-QNbRzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Tb14rAWdJck/s200/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She melts me in about 2 seconds flat... even with a mouth full of grapes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it takes half the time to make me CRAZY mad, but then she turns around and says, "&lt;em&gt;Momma, you happy?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to dinner and before we could go and pick up the boys from karate, she had to put on her Cinderella dress and glass slippers (&lt;em&gt;hey, I pick my battles-- I am saving the wardrobe fight for high school&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping half a box of cereal on the floor or drawing a mural on the wall- (or my office chair)- getting in touch with her creative side, I suppose! She looks up at me with those big bown eyes and says,&lt;em&gt; "Momma, you happy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kicks, hits and scratches her brothers... five mintues later she is curled up in their bed all cuddled up listening to them read to her. Again, she says, &lt;em&gt;"Momma, you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where she learned to ask that question, I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is learning how to share with others, use the potty all by herself and napping without a "ho". (&lt;em&gt;see prior post&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not be &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me in abundance! Who should be so lucky? I have 3 beautiful children and one pretty awesome husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9TTi-RQyI/AAAAAAAAABw/OOOd7pmfhY0/s1600-h/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210474889161556770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9TTi-RQyI/AAAAAAAAABw/OOOd7pmfhY0/s200/PICT0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect on the past few years, time really has flown by. The princess was born yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear... seems like Magoo was just in kinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9Uot8V2mI/AAAAAAAAACA/JhYbvNgIkCs/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210476352395139682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9Uot8V2mI/AAAAAAAAACA/JhYbvNgIkCs/s200/PICT0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blue eyes was in pre-school! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9TxPdWeiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k1lM5TC15mU/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210475399319288354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9TxPdWeiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k1lM5TC15mU/s200/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies... such a common statement and today it rings true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop time, to live in this moment, to remember today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cherish &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that before long they won't be longing for TDH's and my attention, they will have friends to go and do things with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people, places and things to do, all on their own&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482137788423970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9Z5eNlnyI/AAAAAAAAACI/WqnLcaAfsfQ/s200/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Momma &lt;em&gt;is happy&lt;/em&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/7428874757607377560-5468195058204369021?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5468195058204369021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=5468195058204369021' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5468195058204369021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5468195058204369021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/momma-is-happy.html' title='Momma is Happy'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SE9S-QNbRzI/AAAAAAAAABo/Tb14rAWdJck/s72-c/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-4873719253396712644</id><published>2008-06-05T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:15:20.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh to be seven'/><title type='text'>Oh to be Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEglUIFnyDI/AAAAAAAAABI/LbR8sHtC9j0/s1600-h/PICT0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208453996752652338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEglUIFnyDI/AAAAAAAAABI/LbR8sHtC9j0/s200/PICT0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Eyes turned 7 last week and had the time of his life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a birthday pool party and he got to invite his entire first grade class and his buddies from karate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEgqpoPyRXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9OMSp0JG-44/s1600-h/PICT0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208459863720609138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEgqpoPyRXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9OMSp0JG-44/s200/PICT0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great to have 18 children here celebrating the middle child's special day! I have to thank my sister and her beau for lifeguarding! Thanks CC and Ron!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing I love about entertaining is that the cleaning lady came (wooo hooo) and the house got some much needed tender lovin' care. I do think I should consider having the cleaning lady back the day after the party too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Blue Eyes... on Friday night before bed - after much partying, he said, "Mom, this is my BEST birthday ever!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart sang with that expression. He is such a sweet boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Costco pizza, watermelon, pool games, bean bag toss, diving for objects in the pool, friends, family, triple decker chocolate cake, friends, surprise visit from She Hing Danielle, presents, a little junk food, yummy appetizers... the wii after most guests left, just hanging with friends who are like brothers, all a part of the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Hero was purchased with birthday money and gift cards on Saturday-- now I live with real rock legends! The boys disappeared into their bedroom and didn't come out except for food, beverage and facilities... Magoo is a master of a dozen songs and Blue Eyes is on his way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you I tried the wretched Guitar Hero. I STINK (I want my kids to be able to read this or I would use a different word to describe my skill that doesn't exist). TDH and I told the boys we were both going to call in sick one day this week and spend the day practicing! Pathetic I tell you-- just plain sad. I used to play the guitar for campfire with hundreds of children singing along- I could keep up then, not even close for GH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and step dad traveled to the desert to share the weekend with us and on Sunday afternoon Blue Eyes and I had a little conversation something like this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "So Blue Eyes, tell me what was the best part of this best birthday weekend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Eyes: "Grandma and Grandpa coming and staying with us!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, he said that! No prompting from me or TDH, those beautiful sweet words came from my babe. Oh, there are days when he makes me crazy-- don't they all -- and at this, I just wanted to hug him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208460102093358882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEgq3gQRxyI/AAAAAAAAABY/HvurBe5ahQY/s200/PICT0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-4873719253396712644?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4873719253396712644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=4873719253396712644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4873719253396712644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4873719253396712644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-to-be-seven.html' title='Oh to be Seven'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEglUIFnyDI/AAAAAAAAABI/LbR8sHtC9j0/s72-c/PICT0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-5749629017516689209</id><published>2008-06-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:18:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could use a wife...</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like you could use a wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to... clean, pick up the dry cleaning (who dry cleans clothes these days anyway?), grocery shop, feed the dogs, make lunches for the kids, water the yard, pay the bills (write the checks- drop them in the mail), help the kids with homework, do laundry, mop the floor, fix Barbie's arm, walk the dogs, send thank you notes for your son's birthday party and do the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! That would be such a find... if I could even clone myself, I would! Though it would  be nice to have someone who is a little more organized, not so critical and who has a little more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would need a full time wife-- maybe just for those crazy times of the year, like the beginning and end of the school year, the holiday season and family birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I adore my children and my husband. I enjoy the job of wife and mom-- I am just having one of those days when I feel as though there aren't nearly enough hours in the day nor enough energy in my body to get it all done! It is true I have ridiculous expectations of what I should be able to accomplish-- but hey, without high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling a little PMS today -- wishing for a day at the spa, and the time to take advantage of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-5749629017516689209?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5749629017516689209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=5749629017516689209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5749629017516689209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5749629017516689209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-could-use-wife.html' title='I could use a wife...'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-4937481717869559915</id><published>2008-05-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:19:09.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Mother&apos;s Day Gift'/><title type='text'>Best Mother's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDg-FMlCsYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aqtLzY47ES4/s1600-h/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade001_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDg-FMlCsYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aqtLzY47ES4/s200/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade001_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203977628423467394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My 3rd grader, Magoo (we gave him that name at a very early age it has kind of stuck) had a Mother's and Grandmother's luncheon yesterday in his classroom. It was the sweetest event ever! He has an AMAZING teacher!&lt;br /&gt;The kids served us lunch, a croissant, a light salad, fruit, veggies and Perrier. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was crying as soon as I got to the classroom and he escorted me to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sitting at my place setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All about Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletic Mathmatical Readaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes to read 5 million pages by age 73, own a mansion, and walk on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of being a scientist and inventing a jet pack&lt;br /&gt;Wants to stop war and make the world peaceful&lt;br /&gt;Who wonders why earth is being destroyed and why we are having wars for little reasons&lt;br /&gt;Who is afraid of the dark, (sometimes) people breaking into my house, and kidnapping me&lt;br /&gt;Who likes karate, reading Harry Potter books, school, math, sports, food, and desserts&lt;br /&gt;Who believes in God and Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Who loves reading, food, sports, math, animals, and more reading&lt;br /&gt;Who loves sweets, candy, ice cream, waffles, and ham&lt;br /&gt;Who loves my dad, my brother, my sister and my dogs&lt;br /&gt;Who loves my mom’s homemade chocolate cake, my house, and my life&lt;br /&gt;Who plans to have two kids that play in the MLB&lt;br /&gt;Who plans to live in LA, live in the White House and have 50 cars&lt;br /&gt;I’m letting you know all of these things now, but the thing you should know is that I LOVE YOU the most and I ALWAYS WILL FOREVER MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, my heart is in my stomach as I share these words that my 8 1/2 year old wrote! 8 1/2 years old and so much wiser than his years.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may be hard to believe but I don't think I even have words to describe how I feel... proud, blessed, thankful, lucky, loved... for sure!&lt;br /&gt;I also have a lot to live up to. I want to be the woman he thinks I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wrote this little poem book about me! This is one of the best mother's day gifts I could ever have received.&lt;br /&gt;I so completely love my Magoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-4937481717869559915?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4937481717869559915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=4937481717869559915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4937481717869559915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/4937481717869559915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-mothers-day-gift.html' title='Best Mother&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDg-FMlCsYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aqtLzY47ES4/s72-c/mother%27s+day+luncheon+3rd+grade001_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-5362727924244763858</id><published>2008-05-23T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:31:23.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling with the fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDbnkMlCsVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pk3sCSmGqgU/s1600-h/LMU+grad+and+Mom%27s+Day+08044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203601028511084882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDbnkMlCsVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pk3sCSmGqgU/s320/LMU+grad+and+Mom%27s+Day+08044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the sweetest? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All 3 sound asleep... we went to my neice's graduation from Loyola Marymount University&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEg-ufN2s_I/AAAAAAAAABg/ukryAjwX-aE/s1600-h/LMU+grad+and+Mom%27s+Day+08023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208481937428493298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SEg-ufN2s_I/AAAAAAAAABg/ukryAjwX-aE/s200/LMU+grad+and+Mom%27s+Day+08023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last weekend and we stayed in a hotel (my kids love staying in hotels). I just love that that they can still all sleep in the same bed, (no easy feat, the princess is a gymnast in her sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bunny has been with the princess since before she was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess with her nina (above) after the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203602007763628386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDbodMlCsWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xjiGA2iRkVA/s320/LMU+grad+and+Mom%27s+Day+08041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the car, all cozy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-5362727924244763858?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5362727924244763858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=5362727924244763858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5362727924244763858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/5362727924244763858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-this-sweetest-all-3-sound-asleep.html' title='Traveling with the fam'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDbnkMlCsVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pk3sCSmGqgU/s72-c/LMU+grad+and+Mom%27s+Day+08044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-2557150244253828430</id><published>2008-05-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:48:20.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornados in So Cal?'/><title type='text'>Tornados in Southern California?</title><content type='html'>What a day... what a week.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a wild ride on the weather frontier. I had to go to Los Angeles for meetings and I felt as if I was driving through 4 different climates! Rain, sun, hail, idiots on the road... (on the 10 fwy that is a given).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I personally missed the tornados.. what is that? Yes, tornados! Am I really in Southern California? Born and raised-- we have earthquakes-- not hurricanes, not tsunamis, not locusts and certainly NOT tornados! What the hell do you do in a tornado?? And worse-- you KNOW it is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have dealt with earthquakes my entire life, as far back as I can remember, earthquakes have been a part of my life. They come, you shake, you deal, you move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDH (hubby) said he heard advice on the radio that included, "moving your family and pets to your cellar" --ok, where in Southern California are there homes with cellars? Are you kidding? (take note new home builders) The next option given was to move to an interior room of your home- what??? I have seen those news reports- homes are flattened! Visions of bathtubs flying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additonal advice included: If you happen to be driving (TDH was relaying this to me while I was driving) find a ditch, get below ground level. oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not prepared to deal with tornados. I can see it now, the whole fwy attempts to drive into a ditch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle 3 kids, 2 dogs, a husband, a job, the PTO, extended family, church and friends. The whole tornado thing- not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my rant for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is global warming I need to start doing my part, taking steps to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might become green after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-2557150244253828430?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2557150244253828430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=2557150244253828430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2557150244253828430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/2557150244253828430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/tornados-in-southern-california.html' title='Tornados in Southern California?'/><author><name>LaQuintamomof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046619815799739393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IDrzJQGmuoA/SDiJtclCsaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ospWE8mk9t8/S220/mlbsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428874757607377560.post-7902750583449650222</id><published>2008-05-15T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:46:14.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ho? A what?'/><title type='text'>A ho? A what?</title><content type='html'>The princess- our 3 year old daughter, recently started a new day care program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was with the most amazing grandmother and aunt (not related to us, but they could have been -- they treated her like she was their own), for almost 2 years. They had to move and that sent me scrambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the desert, where we live there is a much greater need for day care than there are spots-- forget quality care-- just plain '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; spots don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I found out that we were going to loose grandma, I started calling around. Not only were most places full, the ones with openings were RIDICULOUSLY expensive or they required potty training- uh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the princess will eventually potty train, but I am not one of those moms who obsesses over toileting-- after all I have 2 older boys who can not seem to aim at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; appropriate opening in their bathroom. What's a few more months of diapers for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we found a brand new large family day care that was just opening, the owner is a former director of a pre-school and she came highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess started there last week and she seems to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tall, dark and handsome (TDH)&lt;/span&gt; (my hubby) dropped the princess off last week on her first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop off went well. (Of course I called to see how it went!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that the princess also still uses a pacifier?&lt;br /&gt;Well she does, especially when she is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director told me at nap time that the princess followed the other kids over to the cots and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lay&lt;/span&gt; right down, then she whimpered a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; began to ask for her "ho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like:&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "I need my ho"&lt;br /&gt;Director:  "Your what?"&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "I need my ho!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Now the director is trying to figure out what my daughter is saying...)&lt;br /&gt;Princess: (Points to her mouth), insists, "I need my ho"&lt;br /&gt;Director realizes that a "ho" is a &lt;em&gt;pacifier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can explain... The princess' oldest brother called it a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paso&lt;/span&gt;", Princess changed it to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;" and while with grandma who only spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; to her, she learned the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chapon&lt;/span&gt;",  naturally... it became a "ho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided while she is 3 she can have a "ho" at 15 we might have something else to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did make for a pretty good laugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428874757607377560-7902750583449650222?l=lqmomof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7902750583449650222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428874757607377560&amp;postID=7902750583449650222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/7902750583449650222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428874757607377560/posts/default/7902750583449650222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lqmomof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/ho-what.html' title='A ho? 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