<?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-1550759269208877568</id><updated>2011-10-31T11:33:34.223-06:00</updated><category term='winter sledding'/><title type='text'>MY QUEST TO ORGANIZE, SIMPLIFY, AND ENJOY LIFE:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-9050944022840664354</id><published>2011-01-14T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:20:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Plans</title><content type='html'>I've set my goals for 2011. There are eleven of them. I'm excited and a bit overwhelmed too. One of them is to take at least one picture each day. One of them is to explore a new creative project each month. In all of the prioritizing I've decided to stop writing on this blog. I doubt anyone will care much (who really reads this anyway?) but I thought I'd say it outloud instead of just drifting away without notice. As usual I'll be posting on my family blog. You can e-mail for an invite anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-9050944022840664354?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/9050944022840664354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=9050944022840664354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9050944022840664354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9050944022840664354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-plans.html' title='New Plans'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4587346325780588726</id><published>2010-12-16T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:02:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQexjo_lE-I/AAAAAAAAByg/SItZpa5BpdI/s1600/scaled.IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQexjo_lE-I/AAAAAAAAByg/SItZpa5BpdI/s400/scaled.IMG_0690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550600291615052770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I drove to Pocatello to spend some time in the space for the wedding reception I'm planning/decorating. It is currently filled with lovely Christmas trees. (Don't you just love those sparse branched Alpine Fir's) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since then the ideas are really flowing. One idea involves a mass of small glass jars. If anyone is throwing out baby food jars these days, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4587346325780588726?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4587346325780588726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4587346325780588726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4587346325780588726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4587346325780588726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/research.html' title='Research'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQexjo_lE-I/AAAAAAAAByg/SItZpa5BpdI/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4452635594713211522</id><published>2010-12-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:01:00.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/video/?pid=KP2rgIe62MGU9Aj16pGnEQTIwx1iCxSx&amp;amp;nrd=1"&gt;http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/video/?pid=KP2rgIe62MGU9Aj16pGnEQTIwx1iCxSx&amp;amp;nrd=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if you don't watch this show...this clip is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4452635594713211522?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4452635594713211522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4452635594713211522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4452635594713211522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4452635594713211522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2981337316075391260</id><published>2010-12-14T11:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:10:45.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahead of schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQeyfE8dOyI/AAAAAAAAByo/ZRpwcKeWxb8/s1600/scaled.IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQeyfE8dOyI/AAAAAAAAByo/ZRpwcKeWxb8/s400/scaled.IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550601312730430242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas cards are going out. I'm so proud of myself for doing it earlier than last year. And proud of what I came up with too! I must be concentrating hard because I didn't even notice my four-year old with the camera until a few minutes after this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2981337316075391260?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2981337316075391260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2981337316075391260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2981337316075391260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2981337316075391260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahead-of-schedule.html' title='Ahead of schedule'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQeyfE8dOyI/AAAAAAAAByo/ZRpwcKeWxb8/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8693925054084579522</id><published>2010-12-14T08:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:20:34.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tring to fight it</title><content type='html'>If anyone knows how to avoid getting a cold when you're being coughed all over by tiny snot machines and waking every hour or so to tend to their restlessness please call me soon. &lt;div&gt;I fear it may already be too late for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8693925054084579522?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8693925054084579522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8693925054084579522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8693925054084579522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8693925054084579522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-tring-to-fight-it.html' title='I&apos;m tring to fight it'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3059365412860988451</id><published>2010-12-12T08:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:30:23.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQTp6WGwpoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/6f1SarL3TIc/s1600/scaled.IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQTp6WGwpoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/6f1SarL3TIc/s400/scaled.IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549817829402912386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQTp6WGwpoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/6f1SarL3TIc/s1600/scaled.IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walked in the living room while watching some little boys to find one of them thinking about changing my baby's diaper. I wish he really could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3059365412860988451?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3059365412860988451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3059365412860988451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3059365412860988451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3059365412860988451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-moment.html' title='Funny Moment'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TQTp6WGwpoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/6f1SarL3TIc/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5884268658667279091</id><published>2010-12-09T09:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:00:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP_LtIapjrI/AAAAAAAABx4/D2sGI_Yc8Ps/s1600/scaled.IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP_LtIapjrI/AAAAAAAABx4/D2sGI_Yc8Ps/s400/scaled.IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548377242157551282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is decorated. It only took an hour (why didn't we do it sooner?). I'm done with the shopping. Now, on to the crazy number of parties ahead. Oh, and I have some gingerbread house kits in the fridge! And the ornaments I promised my son we'd make. I do want to make some paper snowflakes too! I guess 'done' is relative this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5884268658667279091?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5884268658667279091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5884268658667279091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5884268658667279091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5884268658667279091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP_LtIapjrI/AAAAAAAABx4/D2sGI_Yc8Ps/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2748716928898690739</id><published>2010-12-08T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:57:16.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are still undecorated for Christmas. We are staying in PJ's all day and getting it done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP-4nF32UXI/AAAAAAAABxw/9cnBHEWsqdI/s1600/scaled.IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP-4nF32UXI/AAAAAAAABxw/9cnBHEWsqdI/s400/scaled.IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548356247674573170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2748716928898690739?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2748716928898690739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2748716928898690739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2748716928898690739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2748716928898690739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html' title='TODAY!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP-4nF32UXI/AAAAAAAABxw/9cnBHEWsqdI/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1768497225378626563</id><published>2010-12-07T08:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:03:25.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP5aoWdWW9I/AAAAAAAABxI/7cvAVjtS0Ow/s1600/scaled.IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP5aoWdWW9I/AAAAAAAABxI/7cvAVjtS0Ow/s400/scaled.IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971440236977106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all this picture is just hilarious. My boy's head on the table like that...what?&lt;div&gt;Now, here's a breakfast idea that is super toddler friendly and healthy to boot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup yogurt (any flavor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small bowl of quick oats (dry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small bowl of berries (or in my son's case, separate bowls for different berries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trick is letting them mix and eat in the way/order they want. It is quick for me to prepare, tasty and fun for him, and most importantly hearty enough to stick with him all morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1768497225378626563?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1768497225378626563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1768497225378626563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1768497225378626563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1768497225378626563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-idea.html' title='Morning Idea'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TP5aoWdWW9I/AAAAAAAABxI/7cvAVjtS0Ow/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3463604654096350682</id><published>2010-11-30T14:04:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:29:41.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home tour: nursery</title><content type='html'>I am neither skilled nor patient enough to photograph this small room well. It's a great place to be at 3am though, second only to my bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVoIrrsK4I/AAAAAAAABwg/yRinFkVj4_Q/s400/scaled.IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545453014550850434" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVsbFoni4I/AAAAAAAABww/4s4vPbEuzIA/s400/scaled.IMG_0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545457728801442690" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVpJYxbdtI/AAAAAAAABwo/b_0vKx9uZfo/s400/scaled.IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545454126166144722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3463604654096350682?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3463604654096350682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3463604654096350682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3463604654096350682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3463604654096350682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-tour-nursery.html' title='home tour: nursery'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVoIrrsK4I/AAAAAAAABwg/yRinFkVj4_Q/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3496200182031121356</id><published>2010-11-30T12:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:42:38.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad memory saved by a four year old and a large freezer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;8:30 am: My son says something that clues me into the fact that I haven't prepared a treat for his pre-school Birthday celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:32 am: I am calculating in my mind if I have time to make brownies when I remember the double batch of sugar cookie dough in the freezer. Angels start singing but it's drowned out by my baby crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 am: Cookies are done. Baby is asleep. I decide with my spare hour to turn my son's shirt into something special with an iron-on transfer I bought a couple weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:45 am: His shirt FINALLY is done. (It literally took 40 minutes to iron that four on.) I vow to never iron-on transfer again. Baby starts crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVS7gKXgiI/AAAAAAAABwY/DGV48oQZi8o/s400/scaled.IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545429698375811618" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVQUnhoC5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/vV0Qsgb2sZA/s1600/scaled.IMG_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVQUnhoC5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/vV0Qsgb2sZA/s400/scaled.IMG_0646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545426831314258834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3496200182031121356?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3496200182031121356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3496200182031121356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3496200182031121356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3496200182031121356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-memory-saved-by-four-year-old-and.html' title='bad memory saved by a four year old and a large freezer.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPVS7gKXgiI/AAAAAAAABwY/DGV48oQZi8o/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1911890831056688931</id><published>2010-11-29T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:11:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetful me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPQkzYw62mI/AAAAAAAABwI/5hOKe6-0wVc/s1600/scaled.IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPQkzYw62mI/AAAAAAAABwI/5hOKe6-0wVc/s400/scaled.IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545097506439486050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always forget two things until I'm halfway up the rock wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm scared of heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1911890831056688931?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1911890831056688931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1911890831056688931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1911890831056688931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1911890831056688931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/forgetful-me.html' title='forgetful me'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TPQkzYw62mI/AAAAAAAABwI/5hOKe6-0wVc/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2969848539184496009</id><published>2010-11-24T11:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:54:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home tour: revisited</title><content type='html'>Can you tell his favorite color is yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TO1d3SFuTnI/AAAAAAAABuo/tSH4-P83D9w/s1600/scaled.IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TO1d3SFuTnI/AAAAAAAABuo/tSH4-P83D9w/s400/scaled.IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543189920692981362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TO1e9SZ_wpI/AAAAAAAABuw/epUUn5IIJTo/s400/scaled.IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543191123368854162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up: the nursery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2969848539184496009?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2969848539184496009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2969848539184496009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2969848539184496009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2969848539184496009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-tour-revisited.html' title='home tour: revisited'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TO1d3SFuTnI/AAAAAAAABuo/tSH4-P83D9w/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7117084611754402338</id><published>2010-11-22T12:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:12:09.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Alls</title><content type='html'>Want to eat off metal plates (metal goblets and bowls too)?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TOsGyALX_OI/AAAAAAAABuQ/DjpH9_kIi3o/s400/scaled.IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542531222520462562" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to frequent &lt;a href="http://www.fivealls.com/index.htm"&gt;Five Alls&lt;/a&gt; in Salt Lake City. It holds a special place in my heart, because it is the scene of my engagement five and a half years ago. But, beyond the sentiment it really is the most amazing food and atmosphere. Five courses in an Old English style (but the taste is far better than English food traditionally is). You pick a main dish and then included in the price are a selection of appetizers, fresh bread and butter, soup or fresh fruit, salad, the main dish with a choice of sides, and dessert. And I guess technically a drink is included as well, but I can't justify the space in my stomach with a drink when the food is so divine! My favorites from my last visit: cauliflower soup and raspberry sorbet.  I'm salivating just typing the words.&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/1550759269208877568-7117084611754402338?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7117084611754402338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7117084611754402338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7117084611754402338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7117084611754402338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-alls.html' title='Five Alls'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TOsGyALX_OI/AAAAAAAABuQ/DjpH9_kIi3o/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4017604621748588310</id><published>2010-11-16T14:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:52:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my lovely second annual college roommate reunion. Of course it was better than ever. There are no words for the time or the people. Really, that's the caliber we're talking here. These pictures were very much an after thought...no time for pictures when you're having so much fun! &lt;i&gt;Scratch that, the pictures won't upload. So, no words and no pictures. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this week I'm going back to basics. I've got my toddler gone all week, so me and baby are trying to teach each other a schedule. Basic sleeping and eating stuff. I'm also hopeful about some big projects. Actually, not hopeful but dreaming. It seemed before this week started that I'd have lots of spare time. How unrealistic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4017604621748588310?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4017604621748588310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4017604621748588310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4017604621748588310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4017604621748588310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/back.html' title='back.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5201156977603898810</id><published>2010-11-02T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:22:33.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TNCOSCVKOKI/AAAAAAAABtw/d9pFNTNdBXE/s1600/Untitled-7%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TNCOSCVKOKI/AAAAAAAABtw/d9pFNTNdBXE/s400/Untitled-7%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535080382552750242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding plans are coming along nicely. It's maybe weird that I am so happy about someone else's wedding? But, I'm super excited about the reception location and now I can picture it all nicely. Are you intrigued? It's going to be held in a large greenhouse. Mmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The engagement pictures are also in and so I'll pat my friend Kelly's back once more. Love, love, them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5201156977603898810?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5201156977603898810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5201156977603898810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5201156977603898810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5201156977603898810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-update.html' title='Wedding update'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TNCOSCVKOKI/AAAAAAAABtw/d9pFNTNdBXE/s72-c/Untitled-7%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3929530812912993985</id><published>2010-10-27T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:28:51.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>go to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(1, 1, 1); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div id="ingredients" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 22px; float: left; width: 293px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.6em; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 1.2em; font: normal normal bold 1.2em/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Last night I tried a new Recipe. I really enjoyed these easy fajita's with ingredients I usually have on hand. It's a new go-to dinner at my house:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.6em; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 1.2em; font: normal normal bold 1.2em/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.6em; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 1.2em; font: normal normal bold 1.2em/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1 teaspoon pure chile powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1 teaspoon kosher salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cumin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1/2 teaspoon onion powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1/4 teaspoon garlic powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1 tablespoon cornstarch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1 whole skinless, boneless chicken breast (about 1 pound), cut into 1/2-inch strips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1 green bell pepper—cored, seeded and cut into thin strips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;1 medium onion, thinly sliced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;2 tablespoons fresh lime juice, plus lime wedges for serving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;8 flour tortillas, warmed in the microwave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;Shredded lettuce, shredded cheddar cheese, salsa and sour cream, for serving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a resealable plastic bag, combine the chile powder with the salt, cumin, onion powder, garlic powder, cornstarch, water and 2 tablespoons of the oil. Add the chicken, bell pepper and onion, seal and knead gently to coat. Refrigerate for 15 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;Heat the remaining 1 tablespoon of oil in a large nonstick skillet until shimmering. Empty the contents of the bag into the skillet and cook over high heat, stirring occasionally, until the vegetables are crisp-tender and the chicken is cooked through, about 6 minutes. Remove from the heat and stir in the lime juice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(205, 225, 235); "&gt;Transfer the chicken and vegetables to a large bowl and serve with the warmed tortillas, lettuce, cheese, salsa, sour cream and lime wedges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prop's to the creator of this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/easy-chicken-fajitas"&gt;http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/easy-chicken-fajitas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="directions" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 8px; float: right; width: 290px; "&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3929530812912993985?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3929530812912993985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3929530812912993985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3929530812912993985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3929530812912993985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-to.html' title='go to'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6649821612113433940</id><published>2010-10-25T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:50:40.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash Back</title><content type='html'>I'm not a fan of credit cards. My husband and I don't even have one. So, when I heard about perkstreet's new cash back on debit card program I had to learn more. From now until the end of the year they are doing 5% back on all purchases. After that they may go back to the 2% with special purchases like gas and certain stores at 5%. It's worth checking out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perkstreet.com/"&gt;http://www.perkstreet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6649821612113433940?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6649821612113433940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6649821612113433940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6649821612113433940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6649821612113433940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/10/cash-back.html' title='Cash Back'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1187469969832115577</id><published>2010-10-25T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:36:33.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State Parks</title><content type='html'>A couple weekends ago I took my cub scouts to Camas State Park. It was so beautiful and we saw tons of birds! Migration flocks will be hitting the area in the next week or so. Plan a trip, it is a hidden treasure, just 40 miles north of Idaho Falls!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stateparks.com/camas.html"&gt;http://www.stateparks.com/camas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1187469969832115577?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1187469969832115577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1187469969832115577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1187469969832115577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1187469969832115577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/10/state-parks.html' title='State Parks'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7786529434681671322</id><published>2010-10-11T15:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:56:50.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow my mother-in-law is helping me can salsa. I've never canned anything before. I've avoided it like the plague. Scary stuff. But, the produce needs a home other than my island. Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TLOFF02yCrI/AAAAAAAABrg/m9t_MWSNZJs/s1600/scaled.DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TLOFF02yCrI/AAAAAAAABrg/m9t_MWSNZJs/s400/scaled.DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526907502847986354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Least you call me domestic, I hired someone to clean my house this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-7786529434681671322?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7786529434681671322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7786529434681671322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7786529434681671322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7786529434681671322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TLOFF02yCrI/AAAAAAAABrg/m9t_MWSNZJs/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5037314018873611078</id><published>2010-10-02T07:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:46:50.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TKc3D2NIgGI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IqNNtCA3L1U/s1600/scaled.IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TKc3D2NIgGI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IqNNtCA3L1U/s400/scaled.IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523444007222935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture last week at a local restaurant. My husband and I wondered how far the scooter drove to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5037314018873611078?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5037314018873611078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5037314018873611078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5037314018873611078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5037314018873611078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-photo.html' title='Funny Photo'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TKc3D2NIgGI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IqNNtCA3L1U/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5507391342378181729</id><published>2010-09-27T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:38:23.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Logic</title><content type='html'>There are times I feel like a very competent parent. Then, I pick my three year old up from a friends house and he has a melt-down. He does this e-v-e-r-y time. In these moments (slash days) I'd much rather put up with my screaming infant (who incidentally has thrush, again). Anyway, I'm sure there is something to be said for letting children grow out of phases but also I need some new tools. I've spent the last 6 months very focused on keeping the end of my pregnancy and the beginning of number two's life healthy. It's been a high maintenance job and three year old's behavior has noticed. It's time to focus on him a bit. In short, my husband and I are doing this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Love and Logic Class at the Idaho Falls Public Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class is limited to 50, so reserve your spot soon by calling 612-8457.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class runs every Wednesday from October 13- November 17 at 7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you must commit to all six classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5507391342378181729?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5507391342378181729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5507391342378181729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5507391342378181729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5507391342378181729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-and-logic.html' title='Love and Logic'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-24389320890991642</id><published>2010-09-19T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:09:58.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After Church Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJaKI4CzT1I/AAAAAAAABq4/KRClwSTvZ18/s1600/Sep19_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJaKI4CzT1I/AAAAAAAABq4/KRClwSTvZ18/s400/Sep19_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518750278476844882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-24389320890991642?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/24389320890991642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=24389320890991642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/24389320890991642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/24389320890991642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-church-bliss.html' title='After Church Bliss'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJaKI4CzT1I/AAAAAAAABq4/KRClwSTvZ18/s72-c/Sep19_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5172506136873975325</id><published>2010-09-17T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:26:11.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some is enough.</title><content type='html'>For lunch today I made Mac-n-cheese (from the box, of course). I didn't remember I had used the last of the milk until I needed it. I made do with extra butter. It tasted good, trust me. Anyway, this is one of the things that reminds me that I'm not such a good homemaker. I'm okay with it. I make jam with homegrown raspberries. I make salsa and tacos my husband dreams about. I perfected pizza years ago. I get up half a dozen times a night to cuddle Thing 2. I make Thing 1 laugh and let him get really dirty. I scratch my husband's head and tell him he's a good man. I don't do much of the other stuff well (read: cleaning) but I do some things great. It's enough. To read a highly entertaining blog entry about this stuff go here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kasm.blogspot.com/search/label/Obvious%20Tips"&gt;http://kasm.blogspot.com/search/label/Obvious%20Tips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Read the comments because those are great. I especially like the tip to leave your vacuum out in plain sight so visitors will think you've been cleaning.&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/1550759269208877568-5172506136873975325?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5172506136873975325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5172506136873975325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5172506136873975325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5172506136873975325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-is-enough.html' title='some is enough.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6312203210604710275</id><published>2010-09-15T17:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:17:36.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really getting my blood going now!</title><content type='html'>I went wedding dress shopping with my little sister today. We found THE DRESS. It suits her to a T, (and very flattering too)! It is very exciting. The vision for the big day is starting to come together. I ate mint ice cream and browsed etsy.com this afternoon. What do you think about these, Kristine?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJFST3ycoQI/AAAAAAAABoI/RJDTSU6s1Og/s320/il_fullxfull.143190805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517281519852101890" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJFTYVqbRMI/AAAAAAAABoQ/6KHAMZbhvQo/s320/il_430xN.174401842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517282696102626498" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJFT8xAu7sI/AAAAAAAABog/1VO7yHCgNUM/s320/il_fullxfull.173280040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517283321919237826" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJFT2hi4SlI/AAAAAAAABoY/6t2F8NesiQI/s320/il_430xN.173200064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517283214688275026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6312203210604710275?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6312203210604710275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6312203210604710275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6312203210604710275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6312203210604710275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-really-getting-my-blood-going-now.html' title='It&apos;s really getting my blood going now!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TJFST3ycoQI/AAAAAAAABoI/RJDTSU6s1Og/s72-c/il_fullxfull.143190805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2862808400327361116</id><published>2010-09-13T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:41:47.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My pregnancy/baby/toddler this week:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/"&gt;babycenter.com&lt;/a&gt; does this great weekly e-mail that I've been addicted to for the last four years. After entering your e-mail and giving your due date or child's age, you receive a newsletter each week with info specific to the age of your child (or fetus). This past week, I read about diagnosing stuttering in three-year-olds and acid reflux in two month olds. Very pertinent information for me! Check it out &lt;a href="http://https://www.babycenter.com/register.htm?regLoc=3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for anyone joining me in the motherhood club :) in the next nine months, &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2862808400327361116?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2862808400327361116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2862808400327361116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2862808400327361116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2862808400327361116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-pregnancybabytoddler-this-week.html' title='My pregnancy/baby/toddler this week:'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2795747126536430121</id><published>2010-09-13T09:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:53:24.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>very early morning reality?</title><content type='html'>Last night when my baby woke up at 2am I was right in the middle of this weird dream where I was super nauseous. After waking up and feeding him, the real life nauseousness set in. It was pretty bad and strong, do you think it was because of my dream? I felt fine before going to bed and I'm fine now. Maybe the whole thing was a dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2795747126536430121?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2795747126536430121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2795747126536430121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2795747126536430121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2795747126536430121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/very-early-morning-reality.html' title='very early morning reality?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5708097629718860868</id><published>2010-09-08T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:25:45.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Validation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This made someone in my house cry. It may or may not have been my husband. I liked it too. You are great for reading my blog. Seriously, and your cheek bones are fabulous. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5708097629718860868?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5708097629718860868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5708097629718860868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5708097629718860868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5708097629718860868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/validation.html' title='&quot;Validation&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8709497538429175145</id><published>2010-09-08T13:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:28:23.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Personal Assistant Position</title><content type='html'>I would really, really like to be a personal assistant. I think I would be really, really good at it. The truth is in many ways I am already doing a lot of personal assistant work. I just would really, really like a better salary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I won't quit my current party planner day job. I'm still thinking non-stop about my little sister's upcoming wedding. What about these, Kristine?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TIfjK1R0nuI/AAAAAAAABm4/Oqz81AtvbW0/s320/eatxcake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514626043978489570" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TIfjRSUQxwI/AAAAAAAABnA/k-JMRl-sN4M/s320/il_430xN.168773531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514626154852566786" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TIfjg0rN0pI/AAAAAAAABnQ/xiBy4Un-a2o/s320/weddingxshoesxandxsocks6788.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514626421773685394" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TIfjcknKz5I/AAAAAAAABnI/6kXKgypTkYc/s320/cakexpinata2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514626348742266770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8709497538429175145?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8709497538429175145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8709497538429175145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8709497538429175145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8709497538429175145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/re-personal-assistant-position.html' title='Re: Personal Assistant Position'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TIfjK1R0nuI/AAAAAAAABm4/Oqz81AtvbW0/s72-c/eatxcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-656731129514929359</id><published>2010-09-03T08:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:37:04.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always running a step behind</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago I looked down at my ever growing baby boy and thought, "whoops." I had completely forgotten to get those really cute tiny, sleeping baby pictures taken. So, I quickly called my wonderful photographer friend and made an appointment. Getting all of us ready that morning was quite an exhausting job and I showed up to her house sweating. Romney didn't want to sleep at all, and I realized my nails looked like, well bad. Somehow she did it anyway. Somehow she captured what I was looking for. That's talent, for sure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellystewartphotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/romney.html"&gt;Here's some of the finished product.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-656731129514929359?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/656731129514929359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=656731129514929359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/656731129514929359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/656731129514929359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/09/always-running-step-behind.html' title='Always running a step behind'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4991886354987008456</id><published>2010-08-26T13:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:48:27.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I watched during my baby's cry-fest last night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look what's going down at my Alma Matter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc4064ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=38430319&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc4064ad" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=38430319&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mass response to everyone who has said to me lately, "your baby is huge." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc2928e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=38817854&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc2928e0" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=38817854&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4991886354987008456?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4991886354987008456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4991886354987008456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4991886354987008456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4991886354987008456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-watched-during-my-babys-cry-fest.html' title='What I watched during my baby&apos;s cry-fest last night.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4259254692601125344</id><published>2010-08-24T12:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:16:34.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A product endorsement.</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine from back in my college dorm days has a new blog that I really like (&lt;a href="http://www.fivetofab.com/"&gt;www.fivetofab.com&lt;/a&gt;). This week on it she talks about this GREAT product that I've tried and love, Goody spin pins. Here's her video showing how they work. And, they really do work (it only takes two of them to hold up my long, thick hair very securely)!&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1-0T7X-WU0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1-0T7X-WU0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4259254692601125344?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4259254692601125344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4259254692601125344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4259254692601125344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4259254692601125344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/product-endorsement.html' title='A product endorsement.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-646486390228668139</id><published>2010-08-20T15:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:59:06.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's a doughnut day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG76k16m_NI/AAAAAAAABmQ/Ym9-WQdmUng/s1600/krispy-kreme-doughnut-flavors-for-phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG76k16m_NI/AAAAAAAABmQ/Ym9-WQdmUng/s400/krispy-kreme-doughnut-flavors-for-phoenix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507614905175833810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-646486390228668139?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/646486390228668139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=646486390228668139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/646486390228668139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/646486390228668139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-doughnut-day.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s a doughnut day&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG76k16m_NI/AAAAAAAABmQ/Ym9-WQdmUng/s72-c/krispy-kreme-doughnut-flavors-for-phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1287370201461320140</id><published>2010-08-19T13:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:37:47.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>t-shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember a couple weeks ago when I bought those knock, knock shirts for my boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(refresh your memory&lt;a href="http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/orange-you-glad.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;) Well, woot is having a sale on popular best sellers from the past. For $12 you can buy the knock, knock shirt or one of these other great designs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband will be sporting this one soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG2G2Bpe5mI/AAAAAAAABmA/bIT-S0kQ9Wk/s1600/Save_the_Jackalopes!1yhDetail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG2G2Bpe5mI/AAAAAAAABmA/bIT-S0kQ9Wk/s400/Save_the_Jackalopes!1yhDetail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507206182057469538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG2FJbHApGI/AAAAAAAABl4/LyGTClYwGB8/s1600/Think_of_the_ChildrendviDetail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG2FJbHApGI/AAAAAAAABl4/LyGTClYwGB8/s400/Think_of_the_ChildrendviDetail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507204316286461026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the link to see all the shirts for sale. &lt;a href="http://shirt.woot.com/reckoning"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1287370201461320140?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1287370201461320140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1287370201461320140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1287370201461320140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1287370201461320140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/t-shirts.html' title='t-shirts'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TG2G2Bpe5mI/AAAAAAAABmA/bIT-S0kQ9Wk/s72-c/Save_the_Jackalopes!1yhDetail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1937594288985925899</id><published>2010-08-18T11:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:34:36.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover Home Edition is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Family's Story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idahostatejournal.com/news/local/article_62b17034-aae8-11df-9f32-001cc4c03286.html"&gt;http://www.idahostatejournal.com/news/local/article_62b17034-aae8-11df-9f32-001cc4c03286.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's going down right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localnews8.com/news/24673621/detail.html"&gt;http://www.localnews8.com/news/24673621/detail.htm&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The announcement of the family has been made and demo will soon commence! I can't wait for my volunteer slot later in the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1937594288985925899?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1937594288985925899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1937594288985925899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1937594288985925899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1937594288985925899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/extreme-makeover-home-edition-is-here.html' title='Extreme Makeover Home Edition is here!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6230049098652013006</id><published>2010-08-17T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:41:21.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the next couple months I am love with living in Idaho. The weather is warm (but not hot), the wheat fields are golden, and my garden is overflowing. We are just starting to harvest Raspberries and there are already more than we can eat. This is good and bad news, because although we did just run out of jam from last year, I'm sure I will be sick of picking and freezing quickly. so, if you live close by, come and pick yourself some raspberries. And if you don't, start dreaming of August in Idaho now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGqp1pthiDI/AAAAAAAABlo/oAOTp7iYOBU/s1600/scaled.rasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGqp1pthiDI/AAAAAAAABlo/oAOTp7iYOBU/s400/scaled.rasp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506400233608808498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6230049098652013006?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6230049098652013006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6230049098652013006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6230049098652013006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6230049098652013006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/pre-fall.html' title='pre-fall'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGqp1pthiDI/AAAAAAAABlo/oAOTp7iYOBU/s72-c/scaled.rasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5711836378129911711</id><published>2010-08-14T10:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:14:03.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Recommendations</title><content type='html'>I usually have at least an hour of crying/fussy baby time in the late evening. I've been spending it downstairs watching episodes of the fantastic show, Arrested Development. A few years ago my husband and I watched them all (within a matter of weeks) after being introduced to the hilarity. Now, I'm going back through a bit slower and it's even funnier. I just can't get over how smart the writing is. It's a genius show that everyone needs to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJR2HNPUI/AAAAAAAABlU/h3cFQjlvQkQ/s1600/70020307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJR2HNPUI/AAAAAAAABlU/h3cFQjlvQkQ/s320/70020307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505308902927711554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJR2HNPUI/AAAAAAAABlU/h3cFQjlvQkQ/s1600/70020307.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, The Bounty Hunter looks a bit hooky. Get over that and you'll find the best romantic action comedy. My husband and I felt so satisfied and laughed throughout. If you need something lighthearted and feel good, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJMRfDZgI/AAAAAAAABlM/AqSEMySnlzk/s1600/70128696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJMRfDZgI/AAAAAAAABlM/AqSEMySnlzk/s320/70128696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505308807196272130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJMRfDZgI/AAAAAAAABlM/AqSEMySnlzk/s1600/70128696.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Me is NOT light. The subject is heavy, so be warned. That being said, the character development is great and the writing is very powerful. I could not stop thinking about this movie and it initiated some very good conversations between me and my husband. Save up some emotional energy and rent this movie soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If twilight has tainted you: you'll actually like and respect robert Pattinson after this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJMRfDZgI/AAAAAAAABlM/AqSEMySnlzk/s1600/70128696.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJf-tMAZI/AAAAAAAABlc/bq2_ion7OqM/s320/70121711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505309145752666514" /&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/1550759269208877568-5711836378129911711?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5711836378129911711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5711836378129911711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5711836378129911711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5711836378129911711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-recommendations.html' title='A few Recommendations'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TGbJR2HNPUI/AAAAAAAABlU/h3cFQjlvQkQ/s72-c/70020307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7998733619290431523</id><published>2010-08-05T13:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:58:46.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in my kitchen lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TFsWjoM_rBI/AAAAAAAABkM/Ps8sVsRH1jo/s1600/scaled.IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TFsWjoM_rBI/AAAAAAAABkM/Ps8sVsRH1jo/s400/scaled.IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502016171106348050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TFsWqANuonI/AAAAAAAABkU/8Onf11-b1rs/s400/scaled.IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502016280631091826" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-7998733619290431523?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7998733619290431523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7998733619290431523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7998733619290431523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7998733619290431523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-my-kitchen-lately.html' title='in my kitchen lately...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TFsWjoM_rBI/AAAAAAAABkM/Ps8sVsRH1jo/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4127644200733645919</id><published>2010-08-04T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:50:58.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>put it on my tab</title><content type='html'>I've never before been at the checkout of a store without a way to pay for my already bagged and scanned items. Well, never before tonight. The sleep deprivation has taken it's toll. I think the wet hair from my 6pm shower didn't help with the embarrassment. Maybe the cashier noticed the formula I was buying and put two and two together, I don't know. When I ran into the house to grab my forgotten debit card, my old enough to go to preschool but not old enough to control his bodily functions three year old son came up the stairs from the basement with poop in his underwear. Bahhumbug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4127644200733645919?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4127644200733645919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4127644200733645919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4127644200733645919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4127644200733645919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/08/put-it-on-my-tab.html' title='put it on my tab'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8770943576544534680</id><published>2010-07-27T13:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:54:26.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave me alone.</title><content type='html'>My Mom's time here is almost over. I'm so sad. I haven't cooked or done dishes in three weeks. She's also dealt with the majority of the crying spells and helped me organize many unruly areas in my home. Today we did several cupboards, the pantry, and the new food storage area in the basement. She has also cooked like crazy, like always. Because it's so beautiful, I thought I'd share a picture of the personal size three layer cake she made for my husband, who turned 30 this past weekend. &lt;div&gt;P.S. The frosting was to die for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. Don't count the candles. We only had 20 or so on hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TE9jP5Gcw-I/AAAAAAAABjc/QVkwouTfLEw/s400/scaled.IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498722794719724514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8770943576544534680?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8770943576544534680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8770943576544534680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8770943576544534680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8770943576544534680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-leave-me-alone.html' title='Don&apos;t leave me alone.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TE9jP5Gcw-I/AAAAAAAABjc/QVkwouTfLEw/s72-c/scaled.IMG_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4916511022922682365</id><published>2010-07-09T09:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:04:31.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TDdITN_E4_I/AAAAAAAABgw/ned2LFn915w/s1600/scaled.DSC_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TDdITN_E4_I/AAAAAAAABgw/ned2LFn915w/s400/scaled.DSC_0418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937765610546162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby's here. See our family blog for all the updates on that. &lt;a href="http://fitchyfun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4916511022922682365?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4916511022922682365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4916511022922682365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4916511022922682365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4916511022922682365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/07/yo.html' title='YO.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TDdITN_E4_I/AAAAAAAABgw/ned2LFn915w/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1235548987083854489</id><published>2010-07-01T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:23:20.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Prize!</title><content type='html'>Allegiant Airlines is doing a contest to win airfare, hotel, car rental and tickets to the Rodeo finals in Las Vegas in October. It's free to enter &lt;a href="http://www.allegiantair.com/PBRsweepstakes.php?utm_source=zetamail&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=193_5708_5714&amp;amp;utm_content=193_5708_5714"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1235548987083854489?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1235548987083854489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1235548987083854489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1235548987083854489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1235548987083854489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-prize.html' title='Fun Prize!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5222113491495873427</id><published>2010-06-28T10:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:43:33.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange you glad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TCjJWTgm_nI/AAAAAAAABgI/DQ05j0kAr3k/s1600/Knock,_KnocksbeDetail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TCjJWTgm_nI/AAAAAAAABgI/DQ05j0kAr3k/s400/Knock,_KnocksbeDetail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487857530982301298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just ordered two t-shirts with this print on them for my son and husband. I think it's hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5222113491495873427?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5222113491495873427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5222113491495873427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5222113491495873427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5222113491495873427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/orange-you-glad.html' title='Orange you glad?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TCjJWTgm_nI/AAAAAAAABgI/DQ05j0kAr3k/s72-c/Knock,_KnocksbeDetail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1838494349803478641</id><published>2010-06-22T11:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:45:04.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks, lots of contractions, no baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TCD1CPHc1MI/AAAAAAAABfg/Wz2rZQCIpDY/s1600/Photo+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TCD1CPHc1MI/AAAAAAAABfg/Wz2rZQCIpDY/s400/Photo+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485653764903589058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After another false alarm hospital visit on Saturday and office visit today, I am as frustrated as ever. I am taking the anti-contraction medication very faithfully every three hours now (even in the night, bahhhh). Mr. Pain in my Ribs' head is as my doctor said, "very low," so somehow I have to know when I'm actually dilating (not just having contractions because nowadays I'm always having contractions) and get to the hospital fast. Please let me know. Please let him not come too fast for an epidural. Please, not too many more false alarms that make me look stupid to the labor and delivery nurses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1838494349803478641?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1838494349803478641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1838494349803478641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1838494349803478641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1838494349803478641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/36-weeks-lots-of-contractions-no-baby.html' title='36 Weeks, lots of contractions, no baby.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TCD1CPHc1MI/AAAAAAAABfg/Wz2rZQCIpDY/s72-c/Photo+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-277705901396818977</id><published>2010-06-17T10:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:17:23.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxOalIK6fSI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxOalIK6fSI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-277705901396818977?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/277705901396818977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=277705901396818977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/277705901396818977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/277705901396818977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-no-words.html' title='I have no words.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2837509882163975999</id><published>2010-06-15T07:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:24:27.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me my mind back baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess whose house is completely out of toilet paper. Like not even a partial roll left. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We realized this at 10 pm last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been using toddler flush-able wipes ever since. And considering I use the bathroom every 45-50 minutes, we'll be out of those soon too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming Wal-mart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we're speaking of forgetting things. Don't mind if my cell phone isn't working this morning. We recently switched carriers and I forgot to pay... well, forgot that I don't have auto pay anymore. The good news is that I really do like our new phone and service. Also, it should be working again within an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you don't feel good enough about your memory yet? Well then, on Friday at five I called my friend about our produce co-op pick up. I asked about coming over to get my food, after all it was getting late. She called back and said that she'd be happy to drop it off tomorrow. You know on Saturday, when the produce was available. Bah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Just after I finished writing the post above, sicky three year old informed me he just threw up all over the couch. So it IS going to be one of those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2837509882163975999?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2837509882163975999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2837509882163975999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2837509882163975999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2837509882163975999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-me-my-mind-back-baby.html' title='Give me my mind back baby!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6305901307134813234</id><published>2010-06-14T11:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:55:15.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if you can follow my stream of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My braces came off this morning. Happy day. Then, as I was pulling out of the parking lot I spotted a massive, nasty spider right next to me inside the car. Don't ever leave the car windows down in the garage over night again husband. Do you hear me? And by the way, I am NOT exaggerating the nastiness of this spider. It wasn't small. It wasn't a daddy long legs. It was big and hairy and probably could kill me in 60 seconds. The end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, and in case you are wondering I made the best Salsa Verde yesterday. I was proud of me. But, it was a little spicy. So, I drank a lot of lemonade (most of the pitcher). I did end up cursing that salsa on my seventh trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And for one more random bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;t. I wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;t you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/Forums/ViewPost.aspx?PostID=3991203"&gt;Dyson DC22 Turbinehead Canister Vacuum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Curse you woot for tempting me with this vacuum that could suck up spiders and bits of tortilla chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1550759269208877568-6305901307134813234?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6305901307134813234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6305901307134813234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6305901307134813234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6305901307134813234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-can-follow-my-stream-of-thought.html' title='if you can follow my stream of thought...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-467900388235700657</id><published>2010-06-11T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:30:30.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I sometimes wish I went into advertising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc4ccabc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=37589628&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc4ccabc" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=37589628&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that all I'm posting about these days is funny/good video. I'm tired. Last night I almost woke my husband, thinking I was in labor. So, if you need a distraction like me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-467900388235700657?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/467900388235700657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=467900388235700657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/467900388235700657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/467900388235700657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-sometimes-wish-i-went-into.html' title='I sometimes wish I went into advertising.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4784227483535443856</id><published>2010-06-01T10:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:30:44.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TAU0r4iuv8I/AAAAAAAABeE/SY0rvrShagA/s1600/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TAU0r4iuv8I/AAAAAAAABeE/SY0rvrShagA/s400/Photo+146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477842450283151298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing this one pair of gauchos everyday. It's a bit pathetic, but comfortable. My belly button is way pushed out, which never happened in my first pregnancy. And, I've started having terrible leg cramps. The only silver lining; my husband has been rubbing my feet nightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4784227483535443856?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4784227483535443856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4784227483535443856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4784227483535443856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4784227483535443856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/06/33-weeks.html' title='33 Weeks.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/TAU0r4iuv8I/AAAAAAAABeE/SY0rvrShagA/s72-c/Photo+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-208266880369560578</id><published>2010-05-27T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:32:01.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From my backlog of podcasts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I laughed so hard while watching this. Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc633c6c"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=37234407&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc633c6c" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=37234407&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for my husband...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc536d6d"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=36915647&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc536d6d" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=36915647&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-208266880369560578?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/208266880369560578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=208266880369560578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/208266880369560578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/208266880369560578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-my-backlog-of-podcasts.html' title='From my backlog of podcasts.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6482198067005095788</id><published>2010-05-25T11:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:25:18.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New song on repeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just downloaded the full version of this song off The Canadian Tenor's album. It is even better than this performance on Oprah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think there is something universal and appealing about love being wonderful and at the same time severely flawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tubL9EaiztM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tubL9EaiztM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6482198067005095788?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6482198067005095788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6482198067005095788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6482198067005095788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6482198067005095788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-song-on-repeat.html' title='New song on repeat.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1786412799571996062</id><published>2010-05-06T10:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:40:16.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>29 weeks 2 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S-LvmgBrTAI/AAAAAAAABcE/2_bKZPUj7Bw/s1600/scaled.Photo+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S-LvmgBrTAI/AAAAAAAABcE/2_bKZPUj7Bw/s400/scaled.Photo+144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468196342292237314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the rhogam shot today. It's still burning and hurting. Boo.&lt;div&gt;I also woke up to snow on the ground this morning... which explains why it was so windy last night. I had a little boy in my bed from about 2 am on, due to the loud scariness of that wind. I'm all around tired today. I'm trying to figure out a way to trick a three year old into thinking it's already nap time at 10:45 am. Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1786412799571996062?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1786412799571996062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1786412799571996062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1786412799571996062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1786412799571996062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/05/29-weeks-2-days.html' title='29 weeks 2 days.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S-LvmgBrTAI/AAAAAAAABcE/2_bKZPUj7Bw/s72-c/scaled.Photo+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6145707538082382784</id><published>2010-05-05T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:26:53.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://russandkylee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u173/nelsonmaam/Example.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;This is a link to learn more about my dear friend Kylee and her family. They have just been approved to adopt through LDS family services, after years of difficulties with fertility. If you know anyone looking to give up their baby please pass on the profile to this incredible family!&lt;/span&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/1550759269208877568-6145707538082382784?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6145707538082382784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6145707538082382784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6145707538082382784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6145707538082382784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-link-to-learn-more-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7870476852659534108</id><published>2010-04-27T08:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:14:00.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What we're looking forward to:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hebervalleyrr.org/excursions/thomas/main.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9b4EJfITdI/AAAAAAAABb8/S37hiXktTs0/s400/DOWTHorizontalLink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464827948010327506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are counting down the days to our last big outing as a family of 3. I'm personally very excited to ride a real train... it will be a first for me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-7870476852659534108?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7870476852659534108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7870476852659534108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7870476852659534108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7870476852659534108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-were-looking-forward-to.html' title='What we&apos;re looking forward to:'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9b4EJfITdI/AAAAAAAABb8/S37hiXktTs0/s72-c/DOWTHorizontalLink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7847603379535400649</id><published>2010-04-23T12:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:11:15.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The banana bread collapsed. Well, that's not so bad you say. But then, I loaded up the dishwasher with the dishes and a sample of a new eco-friendly soap from Sam's club. The guy who handed it to me specifically said it was for the dishwasher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg8aQ-UkI/AAAAAAAABbs/UR2y4bu7Ayg/s1600/scaled.DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg8aQ-UkI/AAAAAAAABbs/UR2y4bu7Ayg/s400/scaled.DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463395151424410178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg8aQ-UkI/AAAAAAAABbs/UR2y4bu7Ayg/s1600/scaled.DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, after nap time I came downstairs and found this to be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg0TRb7wI/AAAAAAAABbk/tmm8cegVGdQ/s1600/scaled.DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg0TRb7wI/AAAAAAAABbk/tmm8cegVGdQ/s400/scaled.DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463395012108349186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg0TRb7wI/AAAAAAAABbk/tmm8cegVGdQ/s1600/scaled.DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The silver lining is that the water that this accident caused to leak into the basement came before we put the insulation and drywall up downstairs. (Coming in one week) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that we really enjoyed our Earth Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9HgsGJVqrI/AAAAAAAABbc/hubSEuiCwYU/s1600/scaled.DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9HgsGJVqrI/AAAAAAAABbc/hubSEuiCwYU/s400/scaled.DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463394871145769650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-7847603379535400649?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7847603379535400649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7847603379535400649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7847603379535400649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7847603379535400649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-update.html' title='Earth Day Update'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S9Hg8aQ-UkI/AAAAAAAABbs/UR2y4bu7Ayg/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8441647359071797530</id><published>2010-04-22T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:39:40.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's a nice April Shower kind of day here. We are keeping busy with some Earth Day activities inside. Of course, I do have a three year old so these are very simplistic ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.makeandtakes.com/earth-day-coloring-pages"&gt;Coloring Pages&lt;/a&gt; (I printed ours out on the back of scrap paper.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Make banana bread. (I've been freezing overly ripe bananas for a month or two. We can hopefully talk about not wasting food during this time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Watch WALL-E. Other "green" movies we love are: Fern Gully and Happy Feet. (If you are like us, and have Netflix streamed to your TV/computer, WALL-E is currently on the instant play list.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Start some of our garden seeds in an egg carton garden. I plan on giving a portion of the garden to my son for "his" plants. Those are the ones we will start today. If you don't have seeds to start there are countless other &lt;a href="http://www.eggs.ab.ca/recipes/craftcorner/eggcartonideas.html"&gt;fun crafts to do with old egg cartons. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8441647359071797530?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8441647359071797530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8441647359071797530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8441647359071797530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8441647359071797530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2641979018282769204</id><published>2010-04-21T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:50:26.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>27 weeks 1 day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S89y-7NKAaI/AAAAAAAABbU/JljhXuSKOGc/s1600/scaled.Photo+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S89y-7NKAaI/AAAAAAAABbU/JljhXuSKOGc/s400/scaled.Photo+141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462711298394030498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting beat up from the inside. Also, I'm huge. In a few minutes I'm off to the temple with my YW. When I was in High School I had dreams of being one of the women wearing a pretty dress instead of those jump suits. I just tried my temple dress on and my dreams are shattered. I'm beyond too big for it. I guess I'll be wearing a rented tent instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2641979018282769204?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2641979018282769204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2641979018282769204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2641979018282769204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2641979018282769204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/27-weeks-1-day.html' title='27 weeks 1 day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S89y-7NKAaI/AAAAAAAABbU/JljhXuSKOGc/s72-c/scaled.Photo+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2483838700789692919</id><published>2010-04-09T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:11:50.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny funny.</title><content type='html'>I think Jimmy Fallon is great. On his new(ish) late night show he spoofs other shows. His newest installment is '6-bee', a funny take on 'glee'. I especially love the second episode featuring Amy Poehler. If you have a few minutes, it's worth your time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/blogs/2010/02/late-night-goes-glee-with-6-bee/"&gt;First Episode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/blogs/2010/04/6-bee-episode-2-featuring-the-cast-of-parks-rec-the-roots/"&gt;Second Epidode (featuring the cast of Parks and Rec)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-2483838700789692919?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2483838700789692919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2483838700789692919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2483838700789692919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2483838700789692919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-funny.html' title='Funny funny.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8117840404106838807</id><published>2010-04-07T14:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:11:18.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 weeks 1 day</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted any pregnancy pictures. By the way, the Easter candy is gone as of today. Good news for my waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S7zzTDahtwI/AAAAAAAABas/RvZ8FUEM5Oc/s1600/scaled.Photo+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S7zzTDahtwI/AAAAAAAABas/RvZ8FUEM5Oc/s400/scaled.Photo+134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457504357125830402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S7zzcnQ1P0I/AAAAAAAABa0/Vsor63sZznQ/s400/scaled.Photo+137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457504521367666498" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8117840404106838807?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8117840404106838807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8117840404106838807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8117840404106838807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8117840404106838807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-weeks-1-day.html' title='25 weeks 1 day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S7zzTDahtwI/AAAAAAAABas/RvZ8FUEM5Oc/s72-c/scaled.Photo+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4956710345371018204</id><published>2010-04-06T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:39:47.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our adventurous morning:</title><content type='html'>I woke up at four this morning with some pretty strong contraction pain. After about an hour of this I called the doctor. Another hour after that we were at the hospital (the snow storm in the night didn't help our efforts in getting there quickly). Luckily, my cervix wasn't dilating. It was kidney stones, I guess they can irritate the uterus into contracting. If you are like me, or my sister who stopped by before her rounds, kidney stones will make you think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLO5beZY4zc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLO5beZY4zc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am home now and feeling so much relief.  I'm so glad not to be the woman who was next door to me, about to give birth to a too tiny baby. I'm also glad that it happened in a way that made it possible for my husband to be with me the entire time. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4956710345371018204?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4956710345371018204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4956710345371018204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4956710345371018204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4956710345371018204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-adventurous-morning.html' title='Our adventurous morning:'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-999387164950831213</id><published>2010-04-01T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:50:25.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn in my mouth.</title><content type='html'>At 2am this morning my son came in asking to have his hands washed. Uh oh. {Red flags all over the place!} He didn't want me to know why. He very much didn't want me to go look at his bed. I did anyway. Poor kid. He had thrown up all over his bed. He thought he'd be in trouble. And although he's three and very articulate, he didn't know the word 'throw-up'. He had no idea why all the sudden there was, "corn in {his} mouth." &lt;div&gt;Luckily, the rest of the incidents over the next few hours were directed into a bucket. I really do appreciate he's old enough to get that. While I finish the clean-up, I need to think about when I became old enough to have a child that throws up in the night. I don't feel mature enough for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-999387164950831213?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/999387164950831213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=999387164950831213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/999387164950831213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/999387164950831213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/04/corn-in-my-mouth.html' title='Corn in my mouth.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7371355257480851027</id><published>2010-03-25T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:57:53.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaned out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I organized our basement freezer not long ago. I had no idea there were still so many strawberries and raspberries from last year. I couldn't even remember buying the two huge (5+ lbs. each) packages of ground beef. Good grief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finished processing these two things. I made a dozen packs of pre-cooked and seasoned taco meat. I made 100 meatballs. I made freezer jam to last for a while. Now, my freezer is full of go to stuff for meals, all homemade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S6vmVwfnPxI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZvrTO2Bqqlc/s1600/scaled.DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S6vmVwfnPxI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZvrTO2Bqqlc/s400/scaled.DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452705035331256082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The freezer jam and taco meat is pretty obvious, but if you're curious about the meatball recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adapted &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/02/spaghetti-meatballs/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman's meatball recipe&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, I just cooked them in the oven for 30 minutes at 350* instead of in the sauce. It is a bit time consuming to brown them all in the pan first, but it is WORTH it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-7371355257480851027?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7371355257480851027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7371355257480851027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7371355257480851027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7371355257480851027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/03/cleaned-out.html' title='Cleaned out!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S6vmVwfnPxI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZvrTO2Bqqlc/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1089959355601427998</id><published>2010-03-22T16:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:53:17.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Weeks 6 Days and my Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S6fy7tS8YNI/AAAAAAAABZU/dy7KxMvUuTQ/s1600-h/scaled.Photo+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S6fy7tS8YNI/AAAAAAAABZU/dy7KxMvUuTQ/s400/scaled.Photo+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592981540528338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly has really popped since I last posted. It's finally actually a firm baby and not just flabby stuff. Today is also my birthday. Part of what I asked my husband for was help in being super productive this past weekend. We got the basement completely cleaned out (and the hired out the framing done) as well as painted the nursery. Whew. It feels good. I can't wait to move all the furniture back in and show you the results! Also, I got a couple Benson free hours to roam the craft store that is closing (30% off everything!) thanks to a great neighbor friend. I've stocked up on all the things for several fun projects I've been thinking of for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1089959355601427998?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1089959355601427998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1089959355601427998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1089959355601427998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1089959355601427998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/03/22-weeks-6-days-and-my-birthday.html' title='22 Weeks 6 Days and my Birthday.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S6fy7tS8YNI/AAAAAAAABZU/dy7KxMvUuTQ/s72-c/scaled.Photo+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7273914745727831419</id><published>2010-03-18T09:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:30:13.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>*Went to a little get together with some friends. Benson thought it was the best party ever and even kept his clover face paint on all day. We had cinnamon rolls with green icing, and then later Benson decided we should name the baby cinnamon roll. Perfect.&lt;div&gt;*I fell asleep during nap time. Benson did not. Fatal error! I hate daylight savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Got to experience a 3-D ultrasound. It's creepy. I didn't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Made taco's for dinner. They did have green chillies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Went out for ice cream. Benson got the green kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Couldn't sleep last night without propping a ridiculous number of pillows around me. And so it begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-7273914745727831419?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7273914745727831419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7273914745727831419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7273914745727831419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7273914745727831419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3661251501771882783</id><published>2010-03-10T17:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:03:51.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Weeks 1 Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5hc-1BbGhI/AAAAAAAABZE/0DI5FyzmEhM/s1600-h/Photo+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5hc-1BbGhI/AAAAAAAABZE/0DI5FyzmEhM/s400/Photo+127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205983759309330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some extra bits for you in this picture: my new bench for the dining table, the mirrors behind the table finally hung (with no spousal fighting I might add), and my two little shadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3661251501771882783?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3661251501771882783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3661251501771882783' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3661251501771882783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3661251501771882783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-weeks-1-day.html' title='21 Weeks 1 Day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5hc-1BbGhI/AAAAAAAABZE/0DI5FyzmEhM/s72-c/Photo+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6810417058318342947</id><published>2010-03-09T08:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:46:05.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my spare time... when I find it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have many folders of project ideas in iPhoto on my computer. Lately I've noticed that I've been drawn to homemade baby and toddler shirts. Here are a few of the ones at the top of my list. Don't ask me where they came from, I'm horrible at keeping track of that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5Zl3jFyjlI/AAAAAAAABYk/fQA9Y2M7bkk/s1600-h/DSC_7765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5Zl3jFyjlI/AAAAAAAABYk/fQA9Y2M7bkk/s400/DSC_7765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446652804337929810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZtFrf3OjI/AAAAAAAABY8/NYh-XNq08C8/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446660743694334514" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5Zs-GFlUfI/AAAAAAAABY0/2I031-2UGb0/s400/IMG_8828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446660613392912882" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZsZQbdJMI/AAAAAAAABYs/xTIqY9LMlac/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659980513846466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZlgrXjYbI/AAAAAAAABYc/aRejpqeIBv0/s1600-h/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZlgrXjYbI/AAAAAAAABYc/aRejpqeIBv0/s400/DSC_0677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446652411422925234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZlUNyHRzI/AAAAAAAABYU/z6D45PqpvCY/s1600-h/tissuetiedye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZlUNyHRzI/AAAAAAAABYU/z6D45PqpvCY/s400/tissuetiedye1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446652197322835762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZlJwI-RQI/AAAAAAAABYM/gR0QTrRU85E/s1600-h/IMG_4594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5ZlJwI-RQI/AAAAAAAABYM/gR0QTrRU85E/s400/IMG_4594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446652017566958850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6810417058318342947?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6810417058318342947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6810417058318342947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6810417058318342947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6810417058318342947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-spare-time-when-i-find-it.html' title='For my spare time... when I find it.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S5Zl3jFyjlI/AAAAAAAABYk/fQA9Y2M7bkk/s72-c/DSC_7765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3057996806971111242</id><published>2010-03-03T12:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:28:23.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think this project is super cool. I definitely want to try it. Maybe on the back of a picture frame to make an antique looking mirror?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesandgaloshes.com/2010/03/antiqued-mirror-vases.html"&gt;http://www.maryjanesandgaloshes.com/2010/03/antiqued-mirror-vases.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3057996806971111242?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3057996806971111242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3057996806971111242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3057996806971111242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3057996806971111242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6662501718756580103</id><published>2010-02-27T16:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:04:09.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 weeks 4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4myaffuUKI/AAAAAAAABX0/3oEdLszhdyg/s1600-h/scaled.Photo+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4myaffuUKI/AAAAAAAABX0/3oEdLszhdyg/s320/scaled.Photo+123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443077792854855842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4myaffuUKI/AAAAAAAABX0/3oEdLszhdyg/s1600-h/scaled.Photo+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No protruding belly... just a nice thickening around the middle. Ultrasound this weeks. I can't wait to catch a glimpse of the little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6662501718756580103?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6662501718756580103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6662501718756580103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6662501718756580103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6662501718756580103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/19-weeks-4-days.html' title='19 weeks 4 days'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4myaffuUKI/AAAAAAAABX0/3oEdLszhdyg/s72-c/scaled.Photo+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-287337126172631152</id><published>2010-02-18T09:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:19:17.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Decoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With five months until my due date it's time for me to start working on the nursery. I want it done quickly because I also have the deadline of my due date to finish my basement. Not to mention the fact that I will soon be huge and have less motivation than now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm looking for suggestions on wall color/painting a boarder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what it looks like now (minus the junk I've been piling in for the last year).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S310kpPCXNI/AAAAAAAABXM/FihhBiabn1U/s320/scaled.DSC_0302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439632097826462930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at the very least I need to cover the old boarder...but I'm willing to do more paint if I could think of a color or way to make it work well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see all the furniture and rug are brown (a medium wood and a darker walnut with red undertones) I know for sure all the bedding will be plain white, including a bedskirt. The curtains are also all white. I've got a combination of a sheer polka dot with a ruffled one. (not shown). On the wall above the crib I plan on spelling out the name with cards I have just like the ones pictured below, similarly on a canvas type thing. On the wall above the changing table I have a little cluster of framed different prints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S31x-YXXFJI/AAAAAAAABXE/dg9hI_bUYv0/s1600-h/scaled.alphabetcardart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S31x-YXXFJI/AAAAAAAABXE/dg9hI_bUYv0/s320/scaled.alphabetcardart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629241439687826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the idea is that it's primarily brown and white with little bits of color on the wall hangings, an new lampshade, and the animal tree. I just don't know what to paint. I've been debating just a white boarder to cover the old one but that seems plain and weird. Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-287337126172631152?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/287337126172631152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=287337126172631152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/287337126172631152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/287337126172631152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/nursery-decoration.html' title='Nursery Decoration'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S310kpPCXNI/AAAAAAAABXM/FihhBiabn1U/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5078955888332140519</id><published>2010-02-15T17:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:01:14.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I did no home decorating for V-Day this year. I bought my husband a new electric razor (which is admittedly more practical than romantic), bought cheap candy for my son, and finally at the end of the weekend did something pink and cute for myself. I did share with family and friends, although right about now I'm wishing I had one more to snack on. Here is my only creative idea in the past few months: Heart Cinnamon Rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is before rising, so I'm sure you get the idea on how I did it. {Roll up in both directions, cut and pinch the bottom into a V.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nrlGhyNcI/AAAAAAAABWk/odnoCyUf2RY/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nrlGhyNcI/AAAAAAAABWk/odnoCyUf2RY/s320/scaled.DSC_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438637047666587074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nrlGhyNcI/AAAAAAAABWk/odnoCyUf2RY/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After rising and baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nl_3cjwaI/AAAAAAAABWc/H_QSJO54iFQ/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nl_3cjwaI/AAAAAAAABWc/H_QSJO54iFQ/s320/scaled.DSC_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438630910404837794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nl_3cjwaI/AAAAAAAABWc/H_QSJO54iFQ/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After piping some pink glaze on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nlTL_x6aI/AAAAAAAABWU/B3tf0zD_gZ8/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nlTL_x6aI/AAAAAAAABWU/B3tf0zD_gZ8/s320/scaled.DSC_0356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438630142827162018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was so proud that each one actually turned out heart shaped. At least it made me happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nlNqHxdVI/AAAAAAAABWM/-FwpfsBidss/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nlNqHxdVI/AAAAAAAABWM/-FwpfsBidss/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0357.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nlNqHxdVI/AAAAAAAABWM/-FwpfsBidss/s320/scaled.DSC_0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438630047834535250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5078955888332140519?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5078955888332140519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5078955888332140519' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5078955888332140519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5078955888332140519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3nrlGhyNcI/AAAAAAAABWk/odnoCyUf2RY/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-9106807824936124376</id><published>2010-02-12T14:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:27:50.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pre-Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This week my son and I worked on Valentines. It's very fun to have a child old enough for this type of thing. I took a picture to sample some of them...note: he made one for himself so he could have the treat stapled to the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3XFZ66s6xI/AAAAAAAABWE/6hVwtbI-j9Y/s1600-h/scaled.Photo+91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3XFZ66s6xI/AAAAAAAABWE/6hVwtbI-j9Y/s320/scaled.Photo+91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437469174222613266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My treat came at lunch today when out of the blue my three-year old said, "thanks for yummy lunch, chef." (It was Campbell's chicken noodle with cheese chunks and apple juice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-9106807824936124376?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/9106807824936124376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=9106807824936124376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9106807824936124376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9106807824936124376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-pre-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Pre-Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3XFZ66s6xI/AAAAAAAABWE/6hVwtbI-j9Y/s72-c/scaled.Photo+91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6770285849586648262</id><published>2010-02-08T16:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:26:42.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks 6 days</title><content type='html'>I decided to take a picture while wearing all black, tight clothes (Kristine thinks the last outfit hid the bump too well)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3CdbzV-ERI/AAAAAAAABV8/s4u1NF_rdfE/s400/scaled.Photo+80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436017851200573714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, for those of you that made nice comments about my outfit in the last picture, I do have some shirt ideas that will be ready to show soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I wore black and gold yesterday AND painted my nails gold...I feel responsible! :)&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/1550759269208877568-6770285849586648262?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6770285849586648262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6770285849586648262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6770285849586648262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6770285849586648262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/16-weeks-6-days.html' title='16 weeks 6 days'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3CdbzV-ERI/AAAAAAAABV8/s4u1NF_rdfE/s72-c/scaled.Photo+80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4077554921774938359</id><published>2010-02-08T09:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:46:42.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In early October of 2009 I made a batch of wooden spoons and scrapers (about 12 of each). I gave them away in sets, either alone or with other kitchen gifts. Slowly my pile has shrunk to zero. I miss having that go-to gift. I wonder what do you use as a go-to hostess type gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3A-2BIRprI/AAAAAAAABVs/i5q4qav1KT4/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3A-2BIRprI/AAAAAAAABVs/i5q4qav1KT4/s320/scaled.DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435913847973193394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3A-72euFkI/AAAAAAAABV0/3wUdn1zWoyc/s320/scaled.DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435913948193756738" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4077554921774938359?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4077554921774938359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4077554921774938359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4077554921774938359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4077554921774938359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S3A-2BIRprI/AAAAAAAABVs/i5q4qav1KT4/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4894699279386558491</id><published>2010-02-02T13:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:56:49.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six more weeks...</title><content type='html'>Here are some things that make the thought of six more weeks of Winter more bearable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. This post by Jordan Ferney. These pictures make me swoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainbow-party.html"&gt;http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainbow-party.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Our new sleds (tube ones) and the fun hill 300 yards from our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Olympics are coming! I might be addicted to the TV for two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4894699279386558491?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4894699279386558491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4894699279386558491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4894699279386558491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4894699279386558491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/02/six-more-weeks.html' title='Six more weeks...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5236117774071647546</id><published>2010-01-29T13:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:15:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsafan603</title><content type='html'>I'm not completely on board with The Pioneer Woman. I like some of her blog, but sometimes she annoys. But, in the case of Salsa, she and I are right on the same page. A couple days ago she posted a recipe for what I would call Winter Salsa. Basically, something you can do without a plethora of tomatoes. I am a tough critic, and usually prefer Pico de Gallo styled salsa however this stuff is VERY good (with canned tomatoes, really). I just made a batch for dinner, and ate a good third with chips right there out of the food processor. Yum.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/01/restaurant-style-salsa/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman's Restaurant Style Salsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5236117774071647546?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5236117774071647546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5236117774071647546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5236117774071647546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5236117774071647546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/salsafan603.html' title='Salsafan603'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4303605709430702605</id><published>2010-01-28T13:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:41:56.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen weeks, two days...</title><content type='html'>These, and any follow-ups, are for you Rachel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S2H2Wp61K7I/AAAAAAAABSE/pLa2o1l2ZD8/s320/scaled.Photo+76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893494655691698" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S2H2WysJ1EI/AAAAAAAABSM/QXRrycJAEpQ/s320/scaled.Photo+78.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893497010050114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4303605709430702605?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4303605709430702605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4303605709430702605' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4303605709430702605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4303605709430702605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/fifteen-weeks-two-days.html' title='Fifteen weeks, two days...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S2H2Wp61K7I/AAAAAAAABSE/pLa2o1l2ZD8/s72-c/scaled.Photo+76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-773343075075474981</id><published>2010-01-27T13:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:09:14.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all toddler Mothers!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so any Mother knows that even good kids come with challenges (I think). Mine is probably no different. My son has a strong and healthy body, a quick mind, he's very social, and the list goes on. The big BUT(T) of all of this is that he has very strong mood swings and I'm wondering if I should be concerned/do anything about it. I don't reward tantrums. I don't listen to screams. I do give him cuddles and love when he's talking calmly about being upset. But, my little love still falls apart at the drop of a hat. Worse when he's tired. Or hungry. Or in any situation where others might be watching. Parents of any emotional kids out there: what did you do that worked?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S2Cqq604HwI/AAAAAAAABR8/vHyiQSFJp68/s400/scaled.DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431528804931084034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he laughing or crying in this picture... take your pick. I've seen both at the same time mind you!&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/1550759269208877568-773343075075474981?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/773343075075474981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=773343075075474981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/773343075075474981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/773343075075474981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-all-toddler-mothers.html' title='Calling all toddler Mothers!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S2Cqq604HwI/AAAAAAAABR8/vHyiQSFJp68/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1054036334025068383</id><published>2010-01-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:08:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late(ly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wrote about my weekend getaway with my old roommates several months ago. I wanted to share a bit more. They are such special people, and the time with them meant so much. So yes, in some ways this post is late in coming, but then in others it is the perfect time for me to remember what makes a good friend, a good person, and what qualities I want to emulate as the Day of Love approaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Suiu3ZvPruI/AAAAAAAABJA/lzyrLTW49u0/s400/scaled.RoommateReunion5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397756420228624098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is we all still look pretty much the same. Eight years didn't seems to change much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel still dances late at night. Okay, who am I kidding, we all still dance and love those same ol' songs. But Rachel is willing to be the initiator, of both hard work and hard play, the one who does the dishes instantly, and the one who is constantly creating fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sud9GzWdbRI/AAAAAAAABIg/_5buFqdP28g/s400/scaled.DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397420234243927314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coila still makes us laugh SOOO hard. She doesn't even have to try. That girl, and her trailer park accent and her love. She gave us all back massages during a movie. She stayed up talking with me until about three a.m., she has the most giving heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sud8m8IuNpI/AAAAAAAABIY/CiOi-LqKq7s/s400/scaled.DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397419686846412434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily looks &lt;i&gt;exactly &lt;/i&gt;the same. She still makes me feel at ease. I'm not quite sure how to describe it. Something about her face, it just screams understanding and validation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sud9l0GBCdI/AAAAAAAABIo/bmoQTW9u1gg/s400/scaled.DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397420767019338194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylee. She was my room, roommate all those years ago. She has always had the ability to make me think about more than myself. Nothing about that has changed. I think she gave us all so much to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SueEIt-d-UI/AAAAAAAABIw/peqxzf7QqF8/s400/scaled.DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397427963742255426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, there is Cat. Of all of these women she is the one I knew the least then. The thing is, I didn't know I needed her as a friend. I didn't know that she would be perfect at comforting me when tears came or invaluable when I ran into an ex. She was the most unexpected part of the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SueGYBILQ4I/AAAAAAAABI4/ptzFPSnDHlE/s400/scaled.DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397430425604539266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course there are big things that have changed. I mean it was in that apartment that three of the six of us received our first kiss. Boy problems have long since passed for all of us. The trials are much deeper and just thinking about it makes me tear up a bit. But, I think the joy has changed and grown too. I, for one, would have taken that wonderful weekend for granted eight years ago. Not today. Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This is Wesley. He is Emily's little guy. He was so dreamy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sud6jigCwHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/s3ZaiWxxmDE/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sud6jigCwHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/s3ZaiWxxmDE/s400/scaled.DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397417429402042482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately, I've been thinking about all those feelings. I've been thinking about how important good friends are. How can I be a good one? How can I make sure my beehives have good ones? How can I be the best one to my husband? etc. I guess I'm just thinking about love and how each of these woman have taught me about all the different facets of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1054036334025068383?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1054036334025068383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1054036334025068383' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1054036334025068383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1054036334025068383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/lately.html' title='Late(ly)'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Suiu3ZvPruI/AAAAAAAABJA/lzyrLTW49u0/s72-c/scaled.RoommateReunion5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-610640952520986811</id><published>2010-01-19T14:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:42:43.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner ideas, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'm hopelessly addicted to my Mother-in-laws egg salad sandwiches. I guess it's a pregnancy craving thing. She showed me how she makes them and so hypothetically I could reproduce it, but so far she has made two large batches for me to take home, so I'm probably not doing that anytime soon. I'd be fine with that for dinner every night. It's a great system, I concentrate on making a grandchild and she whips up a batch of egg salad. There is however, the issue of my husband and son eating something.&lt;div&gt;So I need to make dinner. This feat seams almost impossible to me right now. The problem is I haven't cooked dinner in about 3 months. It's bad. Last week my husband was on a business trip and I figured if he had a ridiculously large per diem, I shouldn't have to cook. We ate pizza, chinese, burgers, and egg salad. Before that I was at my Mom's house for three weeks. Enough said. Before that, I was hopelessly nauseous and my husband bought us large quantities of frozen dinners. The point is I am very much off my cooking routine. And tired. My husband is graciously going to the grocery store for me (again) tonight while I have mutual. I need to make a list. I don't know what to make. I need some inspiration...and probably another egg salad sandwich too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-610640952520986811?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/610640952520986811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=610640952520986811' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/610640952520986811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/610640952520986811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/dinner-ideas-anyone.html' title='Dinner ideas, anyone?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7628963599855910446</id><published>2010-01-15T14:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:22:06.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No. 2 information.</title><content type='html'>In the post just before this one, I mentioned that I'll be having a baby this year. This information is getting to be pretty common knowledge but I wanted to formally announce it here and answer some of the questions I have been e-mailed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Baby number two is coming on or before July 20th. (Late baby will not be welcomed kindly.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-As with baby number one we will not be finding out the gender of this little guy. I have no inkling as to which it may be. I change my mind daily on which I might prefer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I was quite sick in the beginning but that phase has passed and besides fatigue I am doing really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Benson is really excited for the baby to "pop" out. I'm not sure from where he thinks the popping out will occur but he's excited for it to happen. Also, he gives my tummy hugs and kisses and promises to share his diapers and old car seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finally, I do think I already felt some movement. Many sources say it is too soon to do so but on that one day I really think that's what it was. Regardless, I've had two appointments so far and everything looks and sounds great. &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/1550759269208877568-7628963599855910446?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7628963599855910446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7628963599855910446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7628963599855910446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7628963599855910446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-2-information.html' title='No. 2 information.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4999995765345787217</id><published>2010-01-15T13:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:23:18.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things For 2010.</title><content type='html'>Here is my list. I think it's more than ambitious enough...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Organize my computer table/figure out better systems to deal with the paper mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Throw Rob the best 30th birthday party ever (hint: the theme is 'Amazing Race').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Have a baby. (This one seems straight forward enough but, it includes so many little and big things like re-painting the nursery and giving up sleep for several months.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Finish organizing and gathering all our important documents with computer back-ups on external hard drives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read both from the scriptures and from other interesting books a little each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Run at least two 5k road races. (Probably after the 'have a baby' is done.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Visit the temple 18 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Spend at least 15 min. each day playing with Benson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Finish the basement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Go on a date every month with my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not on this list are some abstract things I'm hoping will come this year, like being more content with myself. I started on that process yesterday when I got braces. My teeth have been bothering me for a few years now and in order to feel better about them I had to take a step backward for six months or so. Anyway, I am working on feeling good about this me...and anticipating the good feeling when this part is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S1DRE-0TVsI/AAAAAAAABRU/VJr9bpBG95M/s400/scaled.Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427067434493499074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4999995765345787217?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4999995765345787217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4999995765345787217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4999995765345787217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4999995765345787217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-things-for-2010.html' title='10 Things For 2010.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S1DRE-0TVsI/AAAAAAAABRU/VJr9bpBG95M/s72-c/scaled.Photo+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8230810698164462989</id><published>2010-01-14T08:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:29:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S084JtvNLuI/AAAAAAAABQ0/CvRK_0cSZwg/s1600-h/scaled.101_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S084JtvNLuI/AAAAAAAABQ0/CvRK_0cSZwg/s400/scaled.101_0662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426617815552306914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've successfully tackled Christmas (including our trip to Florida). I have not tackled my fear of bridges or the dust on the baseboards in my bathroom. But, I am back. And I am excited for 2010. I've been working on a list of 10 things for 2010: goals, projects, etc. It's almost done and I'll share it soon. In the meantime I'm trying to plan some awesome activities for mutual (new calling anyone?), overcome my distaste for the dentist, convince Benson that telling me after he's already gone in his diaper is not "holding it", and other non-10 things list items. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8230810698164462989?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8230810698164462989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8230810698164462989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8230810698164462989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8230810698164462989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-month.html' title='A Whole Month'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S084JtvNLuI/AAAAAAAABQ0/CvRK_0cSZwg/s72-c/scaled.101_0662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1883934236807934088</id><published>2009-12-18T08:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:01:40.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a fun Christmas party hosted by two of my great girl friends. It was girls only and, of course, I stayed too late. I was so tired coming home.&lt;div&gt;Last night I also lost my voice. Just the next part in my on going cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my son was wide awake at 11pm when I got home, my husband was sound asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I felt put to shame by some of the adorable Christmas cards I found on the counter. Mine are lame and still not sent out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my son's cold really took hold and we spent too many hours together. Poor kid and poor me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I started taking the antibiotic that I got on Wednesday, but had decided I probably didn't need (bad choice). I decided that my Christmas cards, however lame are a goal I set and by golly, they will get sent, even if it ends up being after Christmas. My son is still sleeping. My husband is working his last day before a big vacation. And I am glad last night is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1883934236807934088?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1883934236807934088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1883934236807934088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1883934236807934088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1883934236807934088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1120377617227380647</id><published>2009-12-04T12:14:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:04:40.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgIqq8MMI/AAAAAAAABPg/4hVPWeTchtg/s400/scaled.DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462129271976130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my son's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" party went off with much enthusiasm. We started off by coloring while waiting for everyone to arrive. After that we started into the book, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgTVJT3bI/AAAAAAAABPw/q3vVDbZg_8o/s400/scaled.DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462312472337842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading each page together and then completing a corresponding activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page One: Invite. (&lt;i&gt;In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page Two: We made our own tiny caterpillars out of beads and twist tie wire. (&lt;i&gt;One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and -pop!-out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgYg8BCDI/AAAAAAAABP4/M4cYSK0lXZA/s400/scaled.DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462401537148978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page Three: We ate all the fruit the caterpillar did. (&lt;i&gt;He started to look for some food. On Monday he ate through one apple. But he was still hungry. On Tuesday he ate through two pears. But he was still hungry. On Wednesday he ate through three plums. But he was still hungry. On Thursday he ate through four strawberries. But he was still hungry. On Friday he ate through five oranges. But he was still hungry. )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgOZTmqaI/AAAAAAAABPo/m_NTLO1RQFs/s400/scaled.DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462227689908642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page Four: We went on a hunt with our caterpillars for all the foods he ate on Saturday, hidden around in the kitchen. (&lt;i&gt;On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. That night he had a stomachache!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlf4r9jPgI/AAAAAAAABPI/qqWXUllzzBc/s400/scaled.DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411461854740561410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page Five: We all ate mint leaves. (&lt;i&gt;The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page Six: We ate the big, fat caterpillar cake. (&lt;i&gt;Now he wasn't hungry any more-and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. He was a big, fat caterpillar. He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlfyk0lx3I/AAAAAAAABPA/I3_T2uLuAAg/s400/scaled.DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411461749744715634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlhRNQGnMI/AAAAAAAABQo/m70AEIhnxCQ/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlhRNQGnMI/AAAAAAAABQo/m70AEIhnxCQ/s400/scaled.DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463375505235138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlhFxZlWzI/AAAAAAAABQg/J_5tfSNpVRU/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlhFxZlWzI/AAAAAAAABQg/J_5tfSNpVRU/s400/scaled.DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463179050244914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlhFxZlWzI/AAAAAAAABQg/J_5tfSNpVRU/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Page Seven: We used the food beanbags to play a toss game into a butterfly box. (&lt;i&gt;he was a beautiful butterfly!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgDfPvqSI/AAAAAAAABPY/f9A7fLUWBu4/s400/scaled.DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462040305772834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I passed out the bugbox favors. We put our little caterpillars inside and opened presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlf-UtO3QI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nHlz4CedHaI/s400/scaled.DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411461951577316610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgkwgG_rI/AAAAAAAABQA/6lkSiiLEyhI/s400/scaled.DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462611873496754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I may, I must comment on this picture. To the left I am proud of my son saying 'Thank You' to his friend for the great gift, to the right, well look close at his hand. I laughed so hard when I uploaded this photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlg_cxPUjI/AAAAAAAABQY/xXJOQ5eNz38/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlg_cxPUjI/AAAAAAAABQY/xXJOQ5eNz38/s400/scaled.DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463070433104434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record they are not fighting. They are working together to open the gift. So very boy of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlgw2LuUdI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Xnt51cqpGvw/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlgw2LuUdI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Xnt51cqpGvw/s400/scaled.DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462819557036498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlgqpthw6I/AAAAAAAABQI/isoWcxHWNrU/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sxlgqpthw6I/AAAAAAAABQI/isoWcxHWNrU/s400/scaled.DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462713129943970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all in all a great party. I couldn't have done it without my husband who stayed home from work and obliged all my bossing without complaint. Of course, my three year old could have been a bit more easy going about it all, but it was his party and he wanted to cry a bit. We will just have to practice good hosting again next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1120377617227380647?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1120377617227380647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1120377617227380647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1120377617227380647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1120377617227380647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/12/party.html' title='The Party!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxlgIqq8MMI/AAAAAAAABPg/4hVPWeTchtg/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4858291718702171047</id><published>2009-12-01T16:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:25:49.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since I was pregnant with my son, I've been looking forward to his upcoming birthday parties. This year he's finally old enough to get a cool party theme with it geared toward him and his friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post all about his "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" party after I pull it all together this week. It's going to be so much fun! I've got great favors (thanks to my Mother-in-law) and the cutest cake ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the invite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxWkuL0xzuI/AAAAAAAABOw/V6ouN_liaxg/s400/scaled.DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410411640710614754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4858291718702171047?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4858291718702171047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4858291718702171047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4858291718702171047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4858291718702171047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-happy-birthday.html' title='A Very Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxWkuL0xzuI/AAAAAAAABOw/V6ouN_liaxg/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-7493531690350418810</id><published>2009-11-30T19:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:54:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Howdy Partner"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxSDlAwV2kI/AAAAAAAABOY/b0hZKi5-c7c/s1600/scaled.DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxSDlAwV2kI/AAAAAAAABOY/b0hZKi5-c7c/s400/scaled.DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410093724259965506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my son's birthday, my sister-in-law made chaps. He wasn't so interested in them at first. Then, tonight he said, "howdy partner" and climbed up on his horse (my husband). I asked if he wanted to wear his cowboy pants and VOILA, I give you our version of the naked cowboy. &lt;div&gt;I think they are the most adorable thing ever, here are some more detailed shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxSDyCOuSII/AAAAAAAABOg/GdVzvN-ulN4/s320/scaled.DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410093947994130562" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxSEF3rOHaI/AAAAAAAABOo/qfFy4lwF62k/s320/scaled.DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410094288758250914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. For the record my son does wear clothes, contrary to most of the pictures I have of him.&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/1550759269208877568-7493531690350418810?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/7493531690350418810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=7493531690350418810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7493531690350418810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/7493531690350418810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/howdy-partner.html' title='&quot;Howdy Partner&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SxSDlAwV2kI/AAAAAAAABOY/b0hZKi5-c7c/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8441548758488921256</id><published>2009-11-25T12:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:25:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I finished all my Christmas shopping in October. I had this big proud feeling that November and December would be relaxed and calm. Scratch that. My calendar is overflowing. I AM glad I finished my shopping, one less thing at least. &lt;div&gt;So, I won't be going anywhere on Black Friday. I'll be preparing for my son's birthday dinner and wrapping the gifts I bought for him back in August. However, there is one deal I might not be able to pass up on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.limericki.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sw2D7U718OI/AAAAAAAABN4/VP3VMqwBUQw/s400/thanksgiving-sale.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408123782797062370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is a link to their website. Remember &lt;a href="http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-company-to-love.html"&gt;I told you about these suits&lt;/a&gt; a couple months ago? They are super lovely and at 50% off! Holy hannah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8441548758488921256?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8441548758488921256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8441548758488921256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8441548758488921256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8441548758488921256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sw2D7U718OI/AAAAAAAABN4/VP3VMqwBUQw/s72-c/thanksgiving-sale.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-4640188303052970297</id><published>2009-11-24T16:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:09:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Mommy...</title><content type='html'>I had a massage today and Christmas music was playing throughout. When I got home, I decided to play some for Benson. After all, there is nothing like Christmas music to get in the mood for the holiday. Benson instantly became obsessed with "I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus." It's on repeat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want more variety than we currently have, these are some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Celine Dion (the whole album really), So this is Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Josh Groban, Oh Holy Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bare Naked Ladies, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jessica Simpson, Baby, It's Cold Outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mariah Carey, All I Want for Christmas is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Beach Boys, Little Saint Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Brenda Lee, Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree (does anyone else always think of Home Alone when this one comes on?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Taylor Swift, Last Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elvis, Blue Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Clay Aiken with Kimberly Locke, Silver Bells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-4640188303052970297?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/4640188303052970297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=4640188303052970297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4640188303052970297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/4640188303052970297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/kissing-mommy.html' title='Kissing Mommy...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8624333129444076841</id><published>2009-11-19T15:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:18:22.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four years.</title><content type='html'>Four years ago today I married my husband. It seems like much longer than that. I have a hard time remembering what it was like before Rob and Benson. They are such great boys for me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SwXDcwi96PI/AAAAAAAABNw/zqT7AoNYFrA/s400/scaled.DSC_0069-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405941826563467506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8624333129444076841?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8624333129444076841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8624333129444076841' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8624333129444076841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8624333129444076841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/four-years.html' title='four years.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SwXDcwi96PI/AAAAAAAABNw/zqT7AoNYFrA/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0069-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-3797498515737097891</id><published>2009-11-13T10:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:58:21.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>I love it. I love fun, no sense holidays. &lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what to do for this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, a practical joke (does that work for this)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sv2eHNdKaKI/AAAAAAAABNo/qx4aR114JXI/s400/scaled.DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403648974622714018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-3797498515737097891?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/3797498515737097891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=3797498515737097891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3797498515737097891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/3797498515737097891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sv2eHNdKaKI/AAAAAAAABNo/qx4aR114JXI/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-9031100780517491712</id><published>2009-11-10T14:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:42:37.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvnbxPzbyNI/AAAAAAAABNg/usCvdDHayPk/s1600-h/scaled.kimkelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvnbxPzbyNI/AAAAAAAABNg/usCvdDHayPk/s400/scaled.kimkelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402590867109955794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kelly. She is the sweetest person on the earth. She took our family photo's recently and did a great job (and we have some serious photogenic issues). I'm so glad we're friends. And yes, we are holding bag hands in the picture above. It was a girls night. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellystewartphotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/fitch-family-idaho-falls-photographer.html"&gt;Here is her post about the photo-shoot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fitchyfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-photos.html"&gt;Here are the rest of my favorites (if you haven't been invited to our family blog, send me a e-mail and I'd be happy to add you).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-9031100780517491712?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/9031100780517491712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=9031100780517491712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9031100780517491712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9031100780517491712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/kelly.html' title='Kelly.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvnbxPzbyNI/AAAAAAAABNg/usCvdDHayPk/s72-c/scaled.kimkelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-9148243555681250507</id><published>2009-11-06T18:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:03:45.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Me.</title><content type='html'>One of the things I do for myself, just because I want to, is getting my eyelashes tinted. It's maybe a scary proposition at first but ever since I first tried it in college, I've been hooked.&lt;div&gt;It's usually pretty inexpensive in most salons and spa's (especially for me now, I've got a friend who just graduated from cosmetology school and did it for me from her home tonight at a VERY reasonable price).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically you are dying your eyelashes black. So, this is really only something people with very light/invisible lashes can appreciate. Like me. I mean, of course I still wear mascara most days but it looks decent without. It's a definite must for summer swimming. Anyway, here are some before and after shots for you. Trust me, it is worth it!&lt;/div&gt;Disclaimer 1: I never pluck my eyebrows. It's bad, I know.&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer 2: There is a little residual dye on the skin around my eyes in the after shots. This goes away after a good face scrub in the shower, or 24 hours. Whichever comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSqmLKcII/AAAAAAAABMA/dBtloHaIvRw/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSqmLKcII/AAAAAAAABMA/dBtloHaIvRw/s400/scaled.DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401173482367774850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSqmLKcII/AAAAAAAABMA/dBtloHaIvRw/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSmmqJEeI/AAAAAAAABL4/W5L8pXm_lOs/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSmmqJEeI/AAAAAAAABL4/W5L8pXm_lOs/s400/scaled.DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401173413778231778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSmmqJEeI/AAAAAAAABL4/W5L8pXm_lOs/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTTHMgb3eI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Y-iIRqGh68M/s400/scaled.DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401173973693881826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSvi69lZI/AAAAAAAABMI/JiDNmuaotuc/s400/scaled.DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401173567393863058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at the pictures. Hmmm. They don't show it as drastically as it is in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, is it just me or do these pictures make my freckles extra noticeable. Maybe I should have worn make-up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-9148243555681250507?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/9148243555681250507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=9148243555681250507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9148243555681250507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/9148243555681250507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-me.html' title='For Me.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SvTSqmLKcII/AAAAAAAABMA/dBtloHaIvRw/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5453031458896929840</id><published>2009-11-02T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:04:52.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If your boy likes monster trucks, pumpkins, and forklifts:</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4aef2d53f1b02fae/4727a2501a2a0f59/eccc5332/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font:10px arial;width:300px;margin-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/" target="_blank"&gt;Video Recaps&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/full-episodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/webisodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Webisodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-5453031458896929840?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5453031458896929840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5453031458896929840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5453031458896929840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5453031458896929840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-your-boy-likes-monster-trucks.html' title='If your boy likes monster trucks, pumpkins, and forklifts:'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8742315325661358005</id><published>2009-11-02T08:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:52:57.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute decoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Su8ABu_aw9I/AAAAAAAABLg/Yzgmj2sS1ds/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Su8ABu_aw9I/AAAAAAAABLg/Yzgmj2sS1ds/s400/scaled.DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399534508034409426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I pulled together some things I had around the house (orange fabric, grapvine wreath, plastic bats) and made a Halloween wreath. I think next year I'll add a "Velcome" sign or something to it. I love the feeling of making something new in a matter of minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-8742315325661358005?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8742315325661358005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8742315325661358005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8742315325661358005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8742315325661358005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-minute-decoration.html' title='Last minute decoration'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Su8ABu_aw9I/AAAAAAAABLg/Yzgmj2sS1ds/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-2493960179005283936</id><published>2009-10-30T11:48:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:04:19.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun!</title><content type='html'>Last night was a couple's halloween party, put on by some good friends. It was great fun. Here are some of the costumes for you to enjoy. Unfortunately, I didn't get pictures of everyone, including my favorite of the night. It was the trailer trash couple. It was amazing, complete with hickeys, mustache, smeared make-up, mullet, and more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you seen '30 Rock?' I've been liking the show lately, and I loved this costume.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Susuy1NKeII/AAAAAAAABJw/jEFaxfmuMjY/s400/scaled.DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398460029144299650" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It takes some serious commitment to paint your whole face. I'm not sure if you can tell in the picture, but she is wearing a camo jumpsuit. That's pretty committed too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Sus4o1BKD7I/AAAAAAAABJ4/q7nI0bQonOE/s400/scaled.DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398470852411527090" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;These two won the costume contest. They are always the gold standard in dressing up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/SusoEalir0I/AAAAAAAABJg/D-FU9kJTqm4/s400/scaled.DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398452634655043394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone I hadn't seen in a while asked if I was really pregnant. Then, I had dreams last night of what it would be like to look so thin and feel so good while pregnant. Alas, it was only a dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Susq0uwyMiI/AAAAAAAABJo/GYJs3dGwH00/s400/scaled.DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398455663727882786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/1550759269208877568-2493960179005283936?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/2493960179005283936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=2493960179005283936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2493960179005283936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/2493960179005283936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-fun.html' title='Fun, Fun!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Susuy1NKeII/AAAAAAAABJw/jEFaxfmuMjY/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-1480998615293900752</id><published>2009-10-24T14:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:42:42.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little sketchy...</title><content type='html'>The other day Rob and I went to a little Mexican drive-thru place. I ordered a fish burrito (I know, &lt;i&gt;what was I thinking?&lt;/i&gt;) and when we got home and I started eating it I noticed a tartar sauce taste. Hmmmm.... I opened the burrito and found fish sticks. Really. I threw most of it away. I also felt some after effects from it the next day. I will stick with my tried and true favorite, Cafe Rio, from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-1480998615293900752?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/1480998615293900752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=1480998615293900752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1480998615293900752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/1480998615293900752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-sketchy.html' title='A little sketchy...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-5025930673315076615</id><published>2009-10-21T13:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:08:40.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I promised more pictures of my home months ago. . . better late than never, I suppose.&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of my bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love: the light filtered through sheer shades and the black-out ones behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love: the bedside "sconces" I installed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love: the free dresser that holds all my sewing fabric and supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oKWS51MI/AAAAAAAABH4/AirAnSfbKYY/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oKWS51MI/AAAAAAAABH4/AirAnSfbKYY/s400/scaled.DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395145405605991618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oKWS51MI/AAAAAAAABH4/AirAnSfbKYY/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;That door leads to our closet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oKWS51MI/AAAAAAAABH4/AirAnSfbKYY/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't love so much: the fact that my craft and sewing area (remember it's an as-is tour when looking at the piles) is in our bedroom. I can't wait for the basement to be ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oA3zBZ8I/AAAAAAAABHw/pH2h4tfsvQ8/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oA3zBZ8I/AAAAAAAABHw/pH2h4tfsvQ8/s400/scaled.DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395145242800383938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is in the corner behind the door into our room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love: the idea to color codes our bookshelves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oA3zBZ8I/AAAAAAAABHw/pH2h4tfsvQ8/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't love so much: the area under the books. It is currently a dumping ground for misc. stuff. I want to do a storage bench there. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9n6EsYE8I/AAAAAAAABHo/26np6cQrciw/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9n6EsYE8I/AAAAAAAABHo/26np6cQrciw/s400/scaled.DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395145126003086274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9n6EsYE8I/AAAAAAAABHo/26np6cQrciw/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the right is the door to our bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/1550759269208877568-5025930673315076615?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/5025930673315076615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=5025930673315076615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5025930673315076615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/5025930673315076615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-know.html' title='Finally, I know.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St9oKWS51MI/AAAAAAAABH4/AirAnSfbKYY/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-8396423892187270668</id><published>2009-10-20T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:30:44.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People can say the WORST things.</title><content type='html'>When Benson was an infant, people mistakenly called him "she" all the time. My friend said it was because he was such a beautiful baby. She maybe knows me too well, I bought it big time. &lt;div&gt;Since then he has turned into such a boy...dirty and crazy. Every once in a while he does something that his Dad thinks is too girly (like the flower in the hair pictured below). Even still, he does it in a Tasmanian devil style. Today, with his freshly buzzed hair someone asked me how old "SHE" was. Gahhhh. Some people should never speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St5UMP01DxI/AAAAAAAABHY/RQCR950G28w/s400/scaled.DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394841973019709202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;i&gt;photo from March 2009, at a wedding reception for my brother and sister in law.&lt;/i&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/1550759269208877568-8396423892187270668?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/8396423892187270668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=8396423892187270668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8396423892187270668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/8396423892187270668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-can-say-worst-things.html' title='People can say the WORST things.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/St5UMP01DxI/AAAAAAAABHY/RQCR950G28w/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6056208714154056148</id><published>2009-10-19T14:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:59:43.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Table</title><content type='html'>For my sister's birthday I had a bunch of her friends over for dinner. I thought I'd share a 'before' picture of the table. Thanks to my friend Emily for the inspiration on the center piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StzR8KApiHI/AAAAAAAABGY/-lZsnOJbX-g/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StzR8KApiHI/AAAAAAAABGY/-lZsnOJbX-g/s400/scaled.DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394417285092444274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StzR8KApiHI/AAAAAAAABGY/-lZsnOJbX-g/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, thanks to my husband who cooked at least half the meal. Who doesn't love a man in an apron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StzR8KApiHI/AAAAAAAABGY/-lZsnOJbX-g/s1600-h/scaled.DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StzSsoYr5cI/AAAAAAAABGg/8WoY1MMeaZs/s400/scaled.DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394418117880047042" /&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/1550759269208877568-6056208714154056148?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6056208714154056148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6056208714154056148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6056208714154056148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6056208714154056148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-table.html' title='Halloween Table'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StzR8KApiHI/AAAAAAAABGY/-lZsnOJbX-g/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550759269208877568.post-6767446108215264989</id><published>2009-10-17T10:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:56:47.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Child Free Time</title><content type='html'>Less than a week after having my girls weekend, Rob and I headed down to Utah for a wedding. His old college roommate finally tied the knot.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StoRSSKV_qI/AAAAAAAABGI/9QGKUCgsmZo/s400/scaled.DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393642509540130466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've kept in touch with him over the last several years, even throwing up in his airplane once, or twice. And now our pilot friend has settled down with a girl that we just adore. Hooray!&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StoSegNpsXI/AAAAAAAABGQ/vO4UfRfoYoo/s400/scaled.DSC_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393643818982158706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/Stn57LEI-bI/AAAAAAAABGA/Nqu5Q-OfgNg/s400/scaled.DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393616823730633138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In related and unrelated news: the foliage down in Utah was breathtaking (especially up by the Draper Temple), this picture is an example of why I can never find a good picture of myself, and oh my it's nice to spend alone time with my husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1550759269208877568-6767446108215264989?l=questose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/feeds/6767446108215264989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1550759269208877568&amp;postID=6767446108215264989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6767446108215264989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1550759269208877568/posts/default/6767446108215264989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questose.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-child-free-time.html' title='More Child Free Time'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14908349755332630225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/S4VJTtckfEI/AAAAAAAABXU/O7Z0_VYTQ3Q/S220/Photo+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5NgJwTGw9tU/StoRSSKV_qI/AAAAAAAABGI/9QGKUCgsmZo/s72-c/scaled.DSC_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
