tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.comments2012-02-17T12:00:39.050-07:00Cupcake Soleilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16375683620455532471noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-67861776918716335882008-11-11T03:04:00.000-07:002008-11-11T03:04:00.000-07:00Great work.Bonahttp://florrieinsurance.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-48792767400863205352007-10-08T23:34:00.000-06:002007-10-08T23:34:00.000-06:00very nice post,its interesting to go......i feel shoes have made my life one step better,because this gives much more confidence to face i thank for this <A HREF="http://www.shoedeals4u.com/project/Josef-Seibel-all-shoes-000001.htm" REL="nofollow"> Joseph seibel </A> productsselvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09924012670063944934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-10172139916519073142007-09-08T17:38:00.000-06:002007-09-08T17:38:00.000-06:00Hey SuperMom! I'm taking your advice about posting here.<BR/><BR/>I'm so glad I found your blog... I'm probably going back to school, and I'm older than you!<BR/><BR/>Love your laundry appliance pic! That made me feel right at home. :)<BR/><BR/>CarolynCarolyn Ericksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03453503978412913878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-47854310765351991172007-08-25T06:47:00.000-06:002007-08-25T06:47:00.000-06:00Hey there, didn't know you had a blog! I'm already enjoying the antics of you, the five kids, and the pool policewoman. What were you thinking taking 3 shoe-buying kids and 1 non shoe-buying kid with you, anyway?? Keep it up :)Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643652092953679967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-89236356382427242522007-08-06T12:23:00.000-06:002007-08-06T12:23:00.000-06:00I feel very privledged to have my name mentioned on your blog. Also, very funny story. Next time you are dressing on the phone, let me know and I will pause to let you get your shirt on. : )Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-850977293106051192007-04-22T15:12:00.000-06:002007-04-22T15:12:00.000-06:00Stuart Smiley-- I watched him in college, too! :) And I'm glad you enjoyed such nice treats from your girls.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586345335424142815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-67303015523715603472007-04-22T15:10:00.000-06:002007-04-22T15:10:00.000-06:00I've always figured the Easter bunny was just another Hallmark invention. <BR/><BR/>I always make a point to put religious items in the Easter baskets. This year I found a great book children's book that explained that Easter was not about the eggs & bunny, and while those are fun, the real purpose of Easter is to celebrate Christ's resurrection.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586345335424142815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-82328974255119787832007-04-22T15:06:00.000-06:002007-04-22T15:06:00.000-06:00We swear by Resolve carpet cleaner in my house... with two kids and three cats, we use a lot of it! <BR/><BR/>It does make you wonder about the real source of those "messes", doesn't it? :)Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586345335424142815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-28288875819041225022007-04-22T15:04:00.000-06:002007-04-22T15:04:00.000-06:00Ummm... sorry... I really want it myself. And I already entered. :)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for stopping by my blog. I'm enjoying yours, and I'll be back!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586345335424142815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-76453990167156475802007-04-09T19:29:00.000-06:002007-04-09T19:29:00.000-06:00Although born in Bethlehem, Jesus was a Galilean from Nazareth, a village near Sepphoris, one of the two major cities of Galilee (Tiberias was the other). He was born to Joseph and Mary shortly before the death of Herod the Great. You surely know these facts. BUT..<BR/><BR/>Although it is not widely known, Sepphoris was the principle hub of an ancient chocolate manufacturing network that largely defined ancient Galilee. The town of Tiberius, which takes its name from the Aramaic word Tiberoosyeggsy, or 'little city of multi-colored eggs and yellow bunnies", shared geographic proximity but few economic ties. My research indicates that the Tiberians and their eggs were viewed by the chocolaty Sepphorians as silly. One partial text from the famous Smegma Scrolls, quotes a Tiberian merchant as saying,<BR/> <BR/>"Sam wabra ethpal", "Colored eggs, that's fucking crazy". <BR/><BR/>Although translation to modern English surely does not capture certain period nuance, it certainly captures the spirit of the relationship.<BR/><BR/>The afore mentioned Herod the Great, in an effort to bridge the economic divide, proposed a unique solution. Fearing competition from the famously bunny and marshmallow crazy Turks, Herod forced the two towns to cooperate. His edict, enforced by threat of severest penalty, reads thusly.<BR/> "From now on, we will make little candies and chocolates. They will all be very pretty and colorful. there will also be bunnies, lots of them. My only son Frank, in his sensible manner shall over see this muhriment(sic). The kiddies will dig it, and we know they are the real movers, right? In honor of the young, these little treats shall be presented at the time of birth. Or else."<BR/><BR/>Centuries later, the sands of time and uncounted translations, have reduced this passage to "Frankinsense and Muhr" and "Presented to the child."<BR/><BR/>Thus the common misconception.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-91490532674220994192007-04-05T17:05:00.000-06:002007-04-05T17:05:00.000-06:00I'm not a big fan of the EB or Santa because of the whole expectation thing and how much goes into it with no reward for the hard work that is put into it. My daughter is 11 now. I think she knows the truth but won't admit it. She just found out about the Tooth Fairy. It shouldn't be much of a leap to go from Tooth Fairy to the EB and Santa. Personally, I'm more than ready for it.Nancy Cavanaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05621448170903302111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-34431343090624803642007-03-31T23:01:00.000-07:002007-03-31T23:01:00.000-07:00Anonymous, huh? You are quite funny little bro. SunShine would never get beaten up, he is the youngest of five. He puts up a good defense.Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16375683620455532471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-80107797096221770272007-03-29T16:36:00.000-07:002007-03-29T16:36:00.000-07:00The concept is sound, but how will the poor little boy be able to tell you about getting beat up for having a name like sunshine?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-58093832844332348612007-03-29T16:30:00.000-07:002007-03-29T16:30:00.000-07:00I happen to think that the vinyl cartoon labels are pretty handy. Here in Boston, the hustle and bustle of city life forces one to make prudent use of time. In the event of a collision, I find comfort, and convenience, in the idea that I can zero in on David the first time without having to turn around for another pass. <BR/>These vinyl decals are like happy little guideposts that ease my journey.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-24899243901741907002007-03-29T04:57:00.000-07:002007-03-29T04:57:00.000-07:00I periodically have no talking days. I've never explained them to my family; I just don't talk on some days. They usually spend the entire time I'm not talking trying to figure out "what's wrong" and why I'm "so mad" at them. The funny thing is that, without me asking, they usually overcompensate for whatever they think they did wrong - more chores get done without argument, they're more helpful in general, they don't bother me if I sit down to write (a big problem in our household).Seraphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07610901254069907445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-36057749042752360962007-03-29T04:50:00.000-07:002007-03-29T04:50:00.000-07:00Nope, it's not just you. I see that a lot too (in Florida) and it makes me all sorts of twitchy. Each time I see those sorts of clings on a vehicle, I have the urge to do something insane... like wait for the occupants of the car to return and talk to them like I know them from somewhere (most people won't admit they have no clue who you are) then point out at the end of the conversation what I've learned about them, point to the cling on their window and suggest that if they can be so easily manipulated by someone intending no harm it wouldn't take much effort at all for their kids to be manipulated. Pride about one's family is one thing, stupidity is a completely different matter.Seraphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07610901254069907445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-44984226668364365572007-03-22T06:51:00.000-07:002007-03-22T06:51:00.000-07:00I think maybe that's why we blog.<BR/><BR/>I'm watching you swing, and you look great up there.Jennhttp://www.breedemandweep.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895032.post-2448524394921424722007-03-22T06:49:00.000-07:002007-03-22T06:49:00.000-07:00I am laughing so hard at this...oh...oh...of COURSE he tore out the bathroom...hilarious...these boy creatures are so perplexing, but so entertaining...Jennhttp://www.breedemandweep.comnoreply@blogger.com