<?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-5327764321414927493</id><updated>2012-01-20T08:25:14.919-05:00</updated><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='Mirassou'/><category term='How Bizarre'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='brotherhood2.0'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='wine'/><category term='Goat Cheese'/><category term='Z'/><category term='Caesar Millan'/><category term='N'/><category term='RSS'/><category term='Louisville'/><category term='G'/><category term='class reunion'/><category term='new dog'/><category term='Brotherhood 2.0'/><category term='braces'/><category term='Oodles Uncorked'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='Indianapolis Children&apos;s Museum'/><category term='Deb'/><category term='Build-A-Bear'/><category term='philly cheese steak'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='first day'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='Brewery'/><category term='third grade'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='RPE'/><category term='Philadelpia'/><category term='Sapphire'/><category term='Chicken Tagine'/><category term='Apple to Apples'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='OMC'/><category term='pudding'/><category term='Liberty Bell'/><category term='whatthebuck'/><category term='Fourth of July'/><category term='kevjumba'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='dog training'/><category term='purple people bridge'/><category term='Knoxville'/><category term='Brian'/><category term='gentle leader'/><category term='peppermint'/><category term='heel'/><category term='W'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='PA'/><category term='sxephil'/><category term='Hershey'/><category term='Newport'/><title type='text'>Andrea's Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the daily insanity of marriage, two kids, two pets and trying to keep it all under control.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-5276147416706459978</id><published>2009-03-21T21:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:52:09.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelpia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philly cheese steak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty Bell'/><title type='text'>NYC Visit - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScWY-BcS67I/AAAAAAAAACs/FlRChEbL1y4/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315823126487165874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScWY-BcS67I/AAAAAAAAACs/FlRChEbL1y4/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScWXuMUtCBI/AAAAAAAAACk/xbAdk5FBUTo/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315821755018577938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScWXuMUtCBI/AAAAAAAAACk/xbAdk5FBUTo/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up on a Sunday and Deb and her daughter Stephanie took us to Philadelphia. Only one hour by car and it took no time at all - I guess compared to an all day drive the day before, one hour was nothing! It was a good day to go; not a lot of crowds. It didn't take much time to get in and see the Liberty Bell. The displays ahead of time were helpful so we knew what we were looking at. What was so surprising is how very close we could get. If you were naughty, you could just fall forward and touch it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That whole city has such an Old World feel to it, it was so nice just to walk around and look at the buildings. We saw the outside of where the Declaration of Independence was signed, but didn't want to pay the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boo coo&lt;/span&gt; buckaroo to get in, so we just looked at it and said "Huh, there it is." Then we went on to see where Betsy Ross lived, a statue of Benjamin Franklin etched with keys, and ate at an "authentic" Philadelphia restaurant ordering Philly Cheese Steaks. Personally, I am so used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooey&lt;/span&gt; gooey cheese steak sandwiches, these were kind of dry and really had no "wow" factor that I was expecting. I t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hink&lt;/span&gt; the boys were most impressed by the free M&amp;amp;M's ice creams they were handing out on the street - yum!! After that we went by Valley Forge, walked through a house that George Washington called his office (very cool).  It was all set up like they were still living there.  The rest of the area was replicated with the reproductions of life at the time.  There was a neat museum and easy to understand movie about their time at Valley Forge.  You think it was a battle, but really it was just a really super cold camp where some didn't even have shoes.  Each state had a separate area to camp, it was just cool to see.  Then we went back to Deb's home for relaxation and to get ready for NYC!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-5276147416706459978?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5276147416706459978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=5276147416706459978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5276147416706459978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5276147416706459978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/nyc-visit-day-1.html' title='NYC Visit - Day 1'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScWY-BcS67I/AAAAAAAAACs/FlRChEbL1y4/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-8285555996309482599</id><published>2009-03-21T10:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:44:33.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hershey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>NYC - Travel Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScT8_gMBjnI/AAAAAAAAACc/JOKceLO85b8/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315651628106354290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScT8_gMBjnI/AAAAAAAAACc/JOKceLO85b8/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScT81Hdt7eI/AAAAAAAAACU/eKzrDz66Fv0/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315651449670987234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScT81Hdt7eI/AAAAAAAAACU/eKzrDz66Fv0/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the fireworks went well into the night on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, with the M80's across the street rattling the house! But so what, it was the Fourth! The next morning the yard across the street was LITTERED with phone book pages - hysterical. And we hit the road running. Up through Ohio, across the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt; top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WVA&lt;/span&gt; and on into Pennsylvania. I was expecting things to be boring and flat. Boy, was I wrong. Absolutely beautiful, like driving in a really wide valley with mountains far away on either side. Gorgeous green grass even though it was July. Just lovely. Brian was kind enough to lend us his DVD player with a much bigger screen than we had, so the boys pretty much stuck to movies or books the entire trip. Close to the end we realized that we would be driving by Hershey, PA where my mom would be staying in a few weeks, so we drove in to leave her a surprise message at their campground's front desk. Not as simple as one would imagine. We got a full tour of Hershey before driving out completely another direction to find the campsite. We definitely have to go back there - who wouldn't love a city with Hershey kisses for lights? Yum!! And we bought a Hershey bar at the campsite for a snack and it was almost the best chocolate EVER - a silly Hershey bar, but it was so fresh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chocolaty&lt;/span&gt;. They need to put an "eat by" date on those things, kind of like beer except it's candy. Then on to NJ where we got lost yet again in the dark, but finally made it to Deb's welcoming house. Sigh. Long day, but fun and pleasant, plus bonus of Hershey!!&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/5327764321414927493-8285555996309482599?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8285555996309482599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=8285555996309482599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/8285555996309482599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/8285555996309482599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/nyc-travel-day-2.html' title='NYC - Travel Day 2'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/ScT8_gMBjnI/AAAAAAAAACc/JOKceLO85b8/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-4540525894737992023</id><published>2009-03-15T22:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:54:05.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple people bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deb'/><title type='text'>NYC Travel Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Sb2-ueGCkfI/AAAAAAAAACE/5sC17xLw8PI/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612840928711154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Sb2-ueGCkfI/AAAAAAAAACE/5sC17xLw8PI/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rapidly forgetting about our NYC trip last summer, so I"m going to write what's left in my sad little brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb asked me in Spring 2008, "How about coming up to see me in NJ?" And I thought, "Great, why the hell would we want to go to NJ for vacation?" As if reading my mind, she commented "Did I mention that we are 1 hour out of NYC and the beaches, and I can write off your gas as a business expense." Needless to say, we were in. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Sb2-1jyjTWI/AAAAAAAAACM/iZyHg3Kvhm8/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313612962716667234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Sb2-1jyjTWI/AAAAAAAAACM/iZyHg3Kvhm8/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and drove up to our wonderful friend Brian's house, where we spent the afternoon walking across the purple people bridge in Newport and visiting a mostly abandoned (due to rain) 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July festival. There was an awesome racing car blow up maze for the kids, which unfortunately at the end, due to the seal to keep the house inflated, it looked like the bounce house was giving birth to the kids one at a time as they squeezed out the seal. Anyway, it was muddy and filthy and the kids had a blast. They even got to wade across a fountain before the guards came and told us to cut it out. You know you're having a good time when you are told to get out!! As we were walking back across the bridge, it started to POUR with rain and we all got very wet. Came home, dried off, ate dinner and set off several fireworks right at dusk. The kids loved the spinners and the racing cars, but were unnerved by the folks across the street who were blowing up entire phone books with M80's. Made me jump every time and what a storm of yellow pages! We walked up the street to the local park to watch fireworks, a really great small town feel without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kitch&lt;/span&gt;. It was so nice to hang out with Brian, since we really don't get enough time with him ever. The next day, it was an all day haul to NJ.&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/5327764321414927493-4540525894737992023?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4540525894737992023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=4540525894737992023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/4540525894737992023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/4540525894737992023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/cny-travel-day-1.html' title='NYC Travel Day 1'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Sb2-ueGCkfI/AAAAAAAAACE/5sC17xLw8PI/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-5918511971115779019</id><published>2008-04-14T09:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:14:45.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now They Won't Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANd6E3a1VI/AAAAAAAAABU/by7f2RmHgU0/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189094447980926290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANd6E3a1VI/AAAAAAAAABU/by7f2RmHgU0/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANdyk3a1UI/AAAAAAAAABM/o6_lTQA4AdM/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANch03a1TI/AAAAAAAAABE/I2ty6NZwXUA/s1600-h/W+Snack.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANb2k3a1RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IwJpe3HdeEU/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189092188828128530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANb2k3a1RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IwJpe3HdeEU/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANcMk3a1SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EVvjnPqr_QM/s1600-h/W+Snack.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iam not a baby/toddler person. At least not when I have to live with them. Other people's babies are great for a few hours, but then you get to give them back when they stop smiling. I couldn't wait for the boys to get out of toddlerhood and out of diapers. But now I want to stop time, put a brick on their heads to stop them growing. Now is awesome, now is so much fun. Will is a great conversationalist, a hysterical sense of humor, and so eager to do the right thing. Zack has slapstick down-pat. His timing is just right. And he loves to have fun and giggle. Buncha monkeys I live with and I am just loving it. But I know this time is fleeting. Z just lost his first tooth, Will keeps growing out of his clothes. Sigh. But still so many fun times. Zack and I went to the Brickey Mother/Son, Father/Daughter Kindergarten Dance on Friday. We went to Ruby Tuesday where his boutonniere kept getting smashed against the table as he drank the coveted Coca-Cola. They had disco balls at the dance and I have in my mind's eye a view of looking down at Z while he held my hands and spun around, the lights skimming past his freckled face. These are the golden years of childhood, aren't we lucky??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-5918511971115779019?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5918511971115779019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=5918511971115779019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5918511971115779019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5918511971115779019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-they-wont-stop.html' title='Now They Won&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/SANd6E3a1VI/AAAAAAAAABU/by7f2RmHgU0/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-53285531412619748</id><published>2008-01-19T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:13:06.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>So funny how talking to someone else gives you a whole new view.  W is not an aggressive basketball player.  That's a kind way to put it.  We have to keep reminding him to keep his arms out in front and not hold one arm behind his back with the other hand and to keep involved in the game.  I don't WANT to be those parents who coach from the sideline, but good God son, play ball!!  And we see the kids reaching in and wrestling the ball away like those long ago parents trying to get Cabbage Patch dolls.  And leaning on other's backs when they are guarding and as parents we get out of sorts about it.  It just doesn't seem like a good game of basketball.  But when I talk to other parents at halftime (in order to miss out on the sermon going on at court), a sweet sweet stay at home, home school mom tells me that it is not competetive enough and she wants her girl basically out there swinging!!  Competely shockered.  What we think is too aggressive is not aggressive enough for some.  Who is right?  We don't know any other perspective on how 8 year olds play ball.  But W comes out of it saying he loves the game, and we try to point out things he does well (like guarding), so I guess it is all good.  Unless they start requiring pads, mouthguards and cups.  Then we may find another league.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-53285531412619748?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/53285531412619748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=53285531412619748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/53285531412619748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/53285531412619748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2008/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-290766729148426288</id><published>2008-01-18T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:15:00.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brotherhood2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pudding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sxephil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatthebuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peppermint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevjumba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Bizarre'/><title type='text'>Mmmm, ice creamish</title><content type='html'>My ice cream maker has been sitting in the corner of my kitchen for way too long. So I moved it into the garage. Then I felt bad for the poor thing sitting in the garage so I found the easiest ice cream recipe I could find. Pudding and milk. Yup, that's right, that's all. Any chocolate junkie can find chocolate pudding ($0.84 each) and milk (have to sell a kidney for a gallon of milk). I even put in the candy canes saved from Christmas but knew I would have to throw out the nasty things by 4th of July cause they hadn't been eaten yet. And now they're gone! So, is it really ice cream without cream? Ice pudding just sounds nasty, and it's actually really good. But then again, I do not have a sophisticated palate (had to Google that one for spelling, first time was palete which first comes up as a studio in Croatia, how bizarre!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An irritating/interesting habit I have is to turn a random phrase into a song. So that last sentence? That OMC song, How Bizarre &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfJe8hQ8ha0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfJe8hQ8ha0&lt;/a&gt; Love it!!!!! One hit wonders rock. I can make the boys crazy singing songs for everything they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been surfing YouTube recently and found some great vlogs. I've been following Brotherhood2.0 for about 7 months now, ever since Hank came out with "Accio Deathly Hallows" but now I have found sxephil and whatthebuck and kevjumba. Another great way for me to find something else to do besides what needs to be done!! Speaking of which.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-290766729148426288?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/290766729148426288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=290766729148426288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/290766729148426288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/290766729148426288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2008/01/mmmm-ice-creamish.html' title='Mmmm, ice creamish'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-7225959417786124755</id><published>2008-01-13T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:21:07.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirassou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapphire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Tagine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple to Apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oodles Uncorked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knoxville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brewery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goat Cheese'/><title type='text'>Um, OK</title><content type='html'>And I thought last time was bad! It's been a while, I'll just start with 2008. The New Year has been really nice so far. Happy to be back home after traveling like crazy over Christmas and New Years. We always say we will stay at home but it never happens. I do know that we would be sorry if we didn't, so we do. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently went out to a lovely restaurant here in Knoxville called Oodles Uncorked. It's a wine bar and restaurant combined. Nothing like looking through a BOOK of wine options. I know Yellow Tail. Period. Not much else. I looked at my friend Stacey and said, "Would I like a wine with peach overtones?" I had no idea. So sophisticated, snort. But the food!!! Oh,......My.....God!!! Really wonderful. At first we each got cheese platters to sample. I now know that I don't prefer goat cheese. It's not like if someone offered it to me I would go, gag, no, never goat cheese. But I don't say mmmmmmm goat cheese. Too tangy and strange because I like tangy like gin &amp;amp; tonic but apparently not goat cheese. I'll shut up about the goat cheese now. Why do I carry on like that? I do it in person too and I'm sure people want to say "Shut up already" but they just nod their heads and let me prattle on and on and on......anyway. I had an $8 glass of wine. I remember the name because it is like mirror and tiramisu combined. Mirassou. I had to open up another window to get the spelling right, but dammit I remembered and I don't remember much!!! For the entre I had Moroccan chicken, baked in a tagine (another cool thing I learned that nite). So tender with figs and plums, yum. And a crappy tiramisu for dessert. Too bad about that because the rest of the meal was so yummy. And the restaurant was really pretty with a punched tin ceiling and twinkle lights everywhere. From there we walked (brrrr in my little black dress and 3" heels, what was I thinking I'm 5'10" as it is) to a bar called Sapphire. Had a yummy Tanqueray and tonic and a great time talking to the other 2 couples until they turned up the music and we started feeling old. Damn. So we left and went next door to the Brewery. Some got another drink and we played a great game of pool. Then it was 11 and we had to leave to relieve the babysitter. What a great evening with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent another great evening with P&amp;amp;S and their son J recently playing Apples to Apples. Fun game, check it out. And I made the Blondies that Santa gave me for Christmas. Double yum and very rich. And drank WAY too much Kahlua on the rocks. Can't figure out why the Christmas weight isn't falling off yet, snort again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to put the monkeys to bed. I'll try be more consistent, sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-7225959417786124755?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7225959417786124755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=7225959417786124755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/7225959417786124755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/7225959417786124755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-ok.html' title='Um, OK'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-298405489274435728</id><published>2007-09-18T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:14:45.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gentle leader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>What Happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RvBG-zCFWrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wb3wVB3-GCY/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111663621730294450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RvBG-zCFWrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wb3wVB3-GCY/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell? I blinked and a month and a half went *poof* gone. What the hell? W &amp;amp; Z started school, work started back up, Scouts started back up, my life went *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundown with the youngest first. Lily dog. Much better behaved but does she just push it. Just far enough to make the top of my head blow off. She knows where to heel - unlike all the other obnoxious dogs that walk by wheezing while their owner is staggering along behind. But she will edge forward and edge forward, looking back the whole time waiting for me to pull her back. And pull her back. And pull her back. And pull her back. Not fun. My mom left a Gentle Leader which works well. It is a collar with a very light, very loose loop around her nose close to her eyes that turns her head if I pull gently. It works great, but as you all who know me know, I really rely on what others think of me. Really. So people come up and say, "Oh, is that a muzzle?" or "Oh, poor puppy, you want that off your nose, don't you?" It just makes me feel so proud of myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in age is Z. In kindergarten and having a great time, advantage in being dragged to school the past three years so he already knows his way around and what to do. Starting baseball games now. Cutest thing ever. He is such a skinny thing with a tiny booty so he runs 3 steps and has to reach behind to pull up his pants. The pants are as tight as they will go. Besides, he wears everything at the level of his butt crack anyway, so what difference? I put any clothes on him, he yanks them down like a gangsta. Yo baby. He can throw now but still won't swing that bat hard. Swoop, swoop, no swish. But he can hit the ball and get on base, so all is fun. I"m waiting for him to get konged in the head, standing out in left field (literally) (note the picture above, he is turned away from the game) chewing on the lace of his mitt or turning back, and forth, and back, and forth or looking at the game going on in the next field. He told me the other day that he would like to marry me, but I was already married. So I told him that he could live with us forever. Then he says, "And when you die I will get your house." True love I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is W. Third grade is going well, new teachers are so enthusiastic, nice to get them before they are beaten down and give up. He is definitely a different boy now, a boy and not a kid. Holds his shoulders different, has a more defined sense of humor. He got an RPE (Rapid Palate Expander) in July and it was fine. Made him talk funny and gasp a bit when I tightened it each night, but not the drama I thought. Until one side fell out. So the other side jammed up into his gum. Owie. Took him to the orthodontist but the dr was in Ireland so they just yanked it out. Literally. I had to hold his hands, not fun. But afterwards he was estatic. So happy. When we went in last week I said, "Can't we just put on the braces" jokingly since he still had 6 weeks to go and he looked and said "Sure" Whoopie!!! Four teeny tiny brackets on his teeth, so different from the metal mouth I had growing up. They told him to pick four colors for the brackets (so stylin) and I suggested two so he didn't look like a clown. He had been looking at the colors each and every visit and he pulls out two samples and says, "Black and Silverrrrrr" and I wince and say, "How about blue and silver?" and he says "Black and silverrrr." Fine. They actually look pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next oldest is Kodi cat. Fat. Sour. Yells at Lily for licking him in the face but won't run away. Just hisses and bitches. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, too close to dinner and baseball. I'll update on me and the huzband tomorrow. Love him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-298405489274435728?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/298405489274435728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=298405489274435728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/298405489274435728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/298405489274435728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-happened.html' title='What Happened?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RvBG-zCFWrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wb3wVB3-GCY/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-4991898729241041994</id><published>2007-08-01T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:14:45.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Back to Normalish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RrCEKXiLBgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RCr6cDWCF_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093716492206933506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RrCEKXiLBgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RCr6cDWCF_Y/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RrCD-HiLBfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tPw1Yu8fRS4/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought summer was supposed to be relaxing??!! Can school start back up so we can settle down? We had a great weekend at N's class reunion, so fun to see everyone's (including my husband's) faces light up when they realize who they are seeing. And so nice to visit wonderful friends who take care of our babies. And have a nice hotel room just me &amp; my husband without monkeys jumping on the bed?? Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is visiting, which is so centering. Part of me wants to entertain and part of me wants to just sit and nest. She brought memorabilia from her childhood and ours (me &amp;amp; my sister). Too funny to see letters sent home from camp (is barfating a word?) and see the same funny artwork that my kids draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lake two days ago and let Lily swim. Wore her out, she could barely stand when she got home. It was either worn out from swimming or from all the times she got car sick on the way there and home. Nice. Plus G came with us to play and the kids all went wading in the lake. We were wiping off our legs when she said, "What is that squirmy thing on my leg?" Gross, teeny tiny leech!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nasty.&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/5327764321414927493-4991898729241041994?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4991898729241041994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=4991898729241041994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/4991898729241041994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/4991898729241041994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-normalish.html' title='Back to Normalish'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/RrCEKXiLBgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RCr6cDWCF_Y/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-4498825479337203561</id><published>2007-07-27T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:23:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another $2</title><content type='html'>How am I supposed to get work done when there are so many fun things to do in the summertime?  Thank God for an understanding boss and flex scheduling!!!  Right now I am watching the boys play on the back deck with their castle and battle men.  It is like watching a movie, seeing them through the sliding glass door.  The sun is shining (no sunscreen of course) and it is just one of those moment in time things.  My boys are getting bigger, it is just so bittersweet.  I want them bigger, I like them better and better the older they get, but it is still so fleeting, so poignant.  Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep getting up and taking away Lily's stuffed squeaker toys, she keeps ripping their brains out.  Poor brainless toys.  Of course she is shredding her toys because I am typing on my blog instead of taking her for a walk.  Bad momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is on his way home, about gd time.  Not his fault they keep adding on things to do, backtracking and whatnot.  He will be home in time to turn around and leave about 14 hours later for his 20 year class reunion.  80's music and dance party tomorrow night - hilarious!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have subscribed to the "Urban Word of the Day" on my Google Reader.  The word for today is "Homer."  When you do a dumb ass thing and it works out well anyway.  Story of my life, I am a Homer.  I do Homer things.  Thank goodness for Homers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-4498825479337203561?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4498825479337203561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=4498825479337203561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/4498825479337203561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/4498825479337203561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-day-another-2.html' title='Another Day Another $2'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-5748351465744799388</id><published>2007-07-26T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:29:39.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brotherhood 2.0'/><title type='text'>Enough is Enough</title><content type='html'>OK, really time for Nick to come back home. I mean, really, taking care of the boys now is NOTHING compared to two or three years ago, that was crazy and he was gone much more often. I just miss my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning some new things on the computer, though, that is fun. Learned about RSS this week, have my own Google Reader account. You know the most important thing I have learned? There is a lot of garbage out there that can take up a lot of my time! A good one, though, is a vlog called Brotherhood 2.0. These guys are hilarious, every single time! I'm enjoying going through the archives to look at the past things they have talked about - it has been going on since January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the zoo yesterday for Z's birthday. Really fun, not too hot so the animals were out moving about. Have you ever really thought about how strange giraffes are? They are so normal in your brain because you have seen them all your life in pictures, but in person they are so bizarre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work, gotta make the money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-5748351465744799388?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5748351465744799388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=5748351465744799388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5748351465744799388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5748351465744799388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-5376395507309679193</id><published>2007-07-21T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:19:38.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Potter</title><content type='html'>Why oh why did I choose to order my Harry Potter book through the mail?  It's 11:15 and no book!!  Not that the mail usually comes sooner but arrrrhhhh!!  I could have driven to the store by now and fought over the last remaining books.  Granted I would have had to pack up the boys, put on my makeup,  et cetera.  I have already warned the monkeys that I will be unavailable for the rest of the day.  I think they are planning up something mischevious but I'll have to wait and see.  Lily keeps bringing me items that she is not allowed to have (i.e., the uninflated balloon I had to drop in order to stop her from licking Z to death - I looked all over and couldn't find it when I got back, W's dried starfish, Z's new Webkins dog) plus she found out that the carpet shreds at the entryway - wah!!  On a more positive note, she has discovered tennis balls and enjoys them immensely, so now we have something portable to play with.  This is turning up to be an interesting day!  Go Harry Potter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-5376395507309679193?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5376395507309679193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=5376395507309679193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5376395507309679193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5376395507309679193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/waiting-for-potter.html' title='Waiting for Potter'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-3394482184964073351</id><published>2007-07-20T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:22:53.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Z's birthday party is tonight - compromise in order to get his whole two guests to be able to come.  The pinata is filled and I will make the cake as soon as I get off the computer!!  Watched "Karate Kid II" on the computer via Netflix last night.  The boys and I made a nest on the floor which Lily initially tried to destroy.  Spent the first five minutes of the movie trying to get the silly puppy to settle down.  Z went up  the stairs last night saying, "That was the best move I ever seed."  So good night.  Got to make the rocket cake today, get all the games set up (looking forward to seeing how the comet game goes - tennis balls stuffed into knee high silver pantyhose and thrown).  Then Harry Potter book comes out very soon, going to stay up all night Saturday night for that one!  Time to make cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-3394482184964073351?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3394482184964073351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=3394482184964073351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3394482184964073351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3394482184964073351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-1451964911649183722</id><published>2007-07-18T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:59:30.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Alone (At Last?)</title><content type='html'>N left for a 10 day business trip today.  I am usually happy until day 4-5, then not so much.  This time he has left me with Z having a 102 fever.  Not so much again.  Made a frivilous purchase last night - yard sale heart cast aluminum patio furniture.  I feel like such a heel negotiating with my neighbors, but they came out close to what they were asking and I got a good deal but paid more than I wanted.  So that is ok, right?  Why do I feel guilty negotiating for used furniture?  Maybe because they are elderly, but they aren't slow at all!!!  That's right, make yourself feel better about it.  And I busted my knee on the doorframe yesterday trying to keep Lily inside, so I'm gimping around the house.  Going to get supplies for Z's outer space party today if he feels up to it, so that should be good.  Ah, another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-1451964911649183722?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1451964911649183722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=1451964911649183722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/1451964911649183722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/1451964911649183722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/alone-at-last.html' title='Alone (At Last?)'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-5901221382626552445</id><published>2007-07-17T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:14:45.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indianapolis Children&apos;s Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Rpy5KzSKN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gowdsV99J9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088145274238023666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Rpy5KzSKN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gowdsV99J9Q/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We survived another weekend of travel plus we've got the boy back. He is sleeping a lot now trying to recover from his week of fun. Something new every day, museums, water parks, swimming in the lake, movie every night. Spoiled rotten, I love it! When we picked him up we went to the Indianapolis Children's Museum - I highly recommend it! Dinosaurs and an Egyptian mummy (they learned the embalming process on a full sized stuffed doll, gross but educational). Trains and glasswork, an amazing place. Really enjoyed spending time with family both there and when we got back to Louisville. Z and our neice M are really peas in a pod and enjoy each other's company. We left Lily with Baku and they had a great time being doggy together. Now we just have to keep going at a fun summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-5901221382626552445?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5901221382626552445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=5901221382626552445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5901221382626552445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/5901221382626552445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5W8ckCiGg/Rpy5KzSKN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gowdsV99J9Q/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-3144378538391266779</id><published>2007-07-13T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:40:04.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Build-A-Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>We go and get W tomorrow, really looking forward to that.  We talked to him last night and he is finally homesick, ready to come home.  So the visit is right about the right length.  It has not been a spoiled week for Z as I had hoped, but we will do something special today.  Perhaps Build-A-Bear since it is too rainly for the zoo.  Who knows, the possibilities are endless!  But if I don't get moving, I won't have time to do any of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-3144378538391266779?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3144378538391266779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=3144378538391266779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3144378538391266779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3144378538391266779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-1741212949422612913</id><published>2007-07-11T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:23:09.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caesar Millan'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Got a call from W last night, 10:30 pm!  I have to remember that it is grandparent time so rules don't count.  He is so proud that he bought a rabbit pelt, eek! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Lily to a baseball field last night to run and run and run.  Totally didn't think about the fact that it had rained hard that day and it was full of red mud!  Red mud on a white dog.  Now that's dirty.  And she found a gate that didn't close properly, nosed it open and ran!  We have to teach her to come more consistently.  Been watching Caesar Millan, that has helped, gotta be completely authoritarian.  Know that what you ask will be done.  Easier said than done! But she is eating all her food, hooray hooray hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-1741212949422612913?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1741212949422612913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=1741212949422612913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/1741212949422612913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/1741212949422612913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-3026838005084664615</id><published>2007-07-10T10:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:51:47.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Part of Me</title><content type='html'>We left W with his grandparents for a week.  It is appropriate, he is 8, but it is still hard.  It's not that I miss him, crying every day.  But he is missing.  From me, from here.  I'm glad he is there and I"ll be glad to have him back.  Things are quiet here, getting back to normal.  I hate that I just fiddle-ass around for days, not really doing anything constructive.  Listening to Harry Potter Book 6 yesterday set me back.  I will find anything to do other than what I am supposed to be doing.  Wah wah boo hoo, I'll write again when I get over myself and find something constructive to write about!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-3026838005084664615?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3026838005084664615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=3026838005084664615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3026838005084664615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3026838005084664615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-of-me.html' title='Part of Me'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-619698929152133612</id><published>2007-07-06T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:34:14.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fry Day</title><content type='html'>Gawd, it's hot up here. Very nice in the evenings but still pretty warm during the day. The kids had a great time yesterday on the canoe on the lake. Z looked so little paddling in front with Grandaddy. Going to swim today, ah. Lily swam a bit for the very first time yesterday, her toes all spread out so her flipper feet would work. Helpful hint: do NOT take a puppy to a park where geese live. So nasty. Her sniffer went bonkers and she tried to eat all the goose leftovers. Dogs are gross. The kids played with the slip-n-slide yesterday, they can just throw their bodies down onto the ground with no problem whatsoever. If I tried that, you would be sending me to the hospital pronto. Time to swim in the lake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-619698929152133612?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/619698929152133612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=619698929152133612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/619698929152133612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/619698929152133612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/fry-day.html' title='Fry Day'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-7381135740541512235</id><published>2007-07-05T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:35:08.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>Boom Day, From Far Away</title><content type='html'>We survived the 9 hour trip!  Wahoo!  Thank goodness for Harry Potter on CD.  We got the monkeys to bed and watched fireworks from N's parent's moored pontoon boat, just the two of us.  Romantic for those of us not used to romantic situations!  The coolest firework was an apple, really neat - red with a green stem.  Lily went ya-ya on her run when we went inside, flipping herself upside down trying to get to us.  The approaching storm probably didn't help either.  MIL was GREAT that she suggested we could bring Lily's crate into our downstairs bedroom instead of staying alone in the garage, that helped tremendously.  Why am I more concerned about my dog right now than my kids?  I'm sure once the newness wears off she will drop into her proper place, but right now I am just so worried.  It's like a new baby, is she eating enough, happy enough, are we doing the right thing.  At least I have transferred my worries from my kids to my dog.  I just wish she would eat more and gain weight, I HATE seeing her ribs and super skinny belly, she looks so uncared for.  :(  Argh, got to stop obsessing about the dog.  I'm going to go play with the monkeys.  Hope everyone had a great 4th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-7381135740541512235?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7381135740541512235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=7381135740541512235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/7381135740541512235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/7381135740541512235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/boom-day-from-far-away.html' title='Boom Day, From Far Away'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-3699717467305667712</id><published>2007-07-03T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:24:00.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Don't, Quit It, Stop It, Leave Him/Her Alone</title><content type='html'>Ah, the joys of being at home with the kids and a dog for the summer.    How do you teach an 8-year-old about how their tone so affects what they are saying?  Is it really their attitude shining through or is it our attitude shining through?  I wonder what I sound like to them.  Shrewish, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our trip to the vet.  How in our trustingness do we say "Sure, you can do this and this and this test to my dog, if you think it is necessary" and you know they are thinking "Suuuurrre, it is necessary, riiiiight."  BUT, I have no problem at all paying $9 for someone to express the stopped-up glands on my dog's hind end, how nasty is that??  Whatever the cost, so long as I don't have to do that.  Yuck.  Good news is that is what was making my new dog smell like stinky dog after two baths a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner, the natives are restless.  I love blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-3699717467305667712?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3699717467305667712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=3699717467305667712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3699717467305667712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/3699717467305667712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-quit-it-stop-it-leave-himher-alone.html' title='Don&apos;t, Quit It, Stop It, Leave Him/Her Alone'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327764321414927493.post-1059874967536525112</id><published>2007-07-02T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:31:01.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>And So It Begins</title><content type='html'>I've started too late in the day for pithy comments. Today was Lily learning to absolutely BAY at strangers in our house. So glad she is good with kids, just need to learn to control the barker and realize that the world is not an enemy. I'm really excited about learning about Web 2.0 (which is why this blog is started in the first place). W had spacers put in his teeth today, very sore tonight. Learned running for two hours in crocks is bad. I told him, then N told him and we got the "I know, I know" line. Z is still at the pissed off because somebody gave him the wrong color cup stage. Oi carumba, too much to do and not enough sleep, very bad. But this will be fun, I feel so up to date with my own blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327764321414927493-1059874967536525112?l=andreasinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1059874967536525112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5327764321414927493&amp;postID=1059874967536525112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/1059874967536525112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327764321414927493/posts/default/1059874967536525112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreasinsanity.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09815926750185861472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
