<?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-28688137</id><updated>2011-09-30T09:29:30.641-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Still at it</title><subtitle type='html'>- in spite of everything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-2047244512203680671</id><published>2011-03-21T19:09:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:09:41.459-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Spring Reminder</title><content type='html'>The Chosen Highway, Lady Blomfield:&lt;br /&gt;A woman, full of sorrow and despair, came to Abdu'l-Baha: "I pray you remove my doubt, and give me consolation, I have lost my beloved husband."&lt;br /&gt;The Master answered her:&lt;br /&gt;"If you have a bed of lilies-of-the-valley that you love and tenderly care for, they cannot see you, nor can they understand your care, nevertheless, because of that tender care, they flourish.&lt;br /&gt;So it is with your husband. You cannot see him, but his loving influence surrounds you, cares for you, watches over you. They, who have passed into the Divine Garden, pray for us there, as we pray for them here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-2047244512203680671?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2047244512203680671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=2047244512203680671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/2047244512203680671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/2047244512203680671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-reminder.html' title='Spring Reminder'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-6491959068156265232</id><published>2011-01-01T11:24:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:25:58.572-03:30</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>I am shattered, scattered across the floor. You walk on me, then cry because it hurts your feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-6491959068156265232?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6491959068156265232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=6491959068156265232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/6491959068156265232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/6491959068156265232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-2541669354552233780</id><published>2009-12-28T22:22:00.002-03:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:41:27.292-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Bridges and Barriers</title><content type='html'>Been thinking lately about how hard it can be to stay connected to the people in your life, how it should be so much easier in this electronic age. Really, though, all the electronic "bridges" like Facebook, texting, blogging, Twitter, etc, are becoming barriers... we don't call each other any more, don't hear the sound of a human voice, can't see each other's faces. We like to believe we're still in touch, but our relationships become more shallow the longer we IM or txt or blog. In-depth conversations are becoming a thing of the past. I can have the same level of communication with a family member as I do with someone I knew in junior high... and sometimes, I like it that way!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, without this technology, I wouldn't be able to share pictures of my little ones with their grand-parents, at least, not as immediately. I wouldn't have been able to re-connect with friends I had lost track of and missed. And it is fun to be able to just log in and see what so-and-so is doing Right Now! Shallow? Yes. Worth it? You betcha!&lt;br /&gt;What got me thinking about all this?&lt;br /&gt;I was poking around in Facebook, and out of nowhere, found the profile of my brother's little girl, Megan. I haven't seen her since she was an infant, many years ago. Through some crazy melodramatic saga between my brother and his ex-wife, Megan ended up in another country, seperated from her father's family more concretely than any political barrier could do. I was excited to see her on Facebook, but realized that since she is still a child, I should contact her mother before initiating anything else. After all, I would appreciate the same respect if it were me and my daughter. Well, it looks like any bridge I may try to build with my niece is going to be blocked by her mother... at least until Megan is old enough to find her family on her own.&lt;br /&gt;And, so - bridges and barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astgOq04AyE/SzlkuqtfcYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VoaYBPSJrQY/s1600-h/permission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astgOq04AyE/SzlkuqtfcYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VoaYBPSJrQY/s320/permission.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474379418956162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-2541669354552233780?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2541669354552233780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=2541669354552233780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/2541669354552233780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/2541669354552233780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2009/12/bridges-and-barriers.html' title='Bridges and Barriers'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astgOq04AyE/SzlkuqtfcYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VoaYBPSJrQY/s72-c/permission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-878388100144475585</id><published>2009-10-24T22:59:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:17:08.454-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey - where's my template?</title><content type='html'>So, I abandon my blog for a little while... well, ok, a long while... and all my background images disappear! Upon further investigation, I discover that FileDen, where I had stored all my images, had a major server melt-down, and lost all the stored files of account owners who had signed up in 2006. Guess when I joined up? Argh!! Now I have to re-do my blog, and find a new image storage place. Just so I can abandon my blog again... hehehe Oh, and I probably have to try and repair the Couch Potato blog too... when I get a chance. Maybe it's time for a change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the same lines, why have I abandoned my blog, I wonder. Probably because I am much too busy wallowing in a sea of apathy. By the time I manage the absolute necessities of survival (feed kids, change diapers, play Cafe World on FaceBook), I am just to blah to do anything else. If I do get some kind of spark to do something, I tend to make it a bath - anything other than that is too demanding. While I lay around waiting for some ambition to come back, the most I want to do is press one index finger on to my laptop key. Just enough to cook some virtual food for my virtual customers in Cafe World. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been exploring some things online, just for the heck of it, like Twitter, Skype, and live cam streaming. Thankfully, I do still like learning new things :) I have also been reading, reading, reading about autism and therapies and theories. It's a little overwhelming - so many differing opinions, treatments, and political stances. So weird - you don't often hear political arguments about things like juvenile diabetes or heart disease or Down Syndrome, but when it comes to Autism, wow! Very vocal, angry opposites. Yep, I'm learning a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've tired myself out enough for now... maybe I'll look around for a new blog template. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-878388100144475585?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/878388100144475585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=878388100144475585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/878388100144475585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/878388100144475585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-wheres-my-template.html' title='Hey - where&apos;s my template?'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5518906686144674485</id><published>2008-12-15T00:06:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:25:10.951-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>Just been ridiculously bust lately! I have been fooling around with my webcam, though, and managed to upload a little video of the girls I made today. Nothing exciting, just a couple of cute little girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zOOUaTCS9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/4zOOUaTCS9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/28688137-5518906686144674485?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5518906686144674485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5518906686144674485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5518906686144674485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5518906686144674485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5923193612658512537</id><published>2008-08-19T12:30:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:15:21.892-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Specialists</title><content type='html'>Caitlyn and I had a long day yesterday. She had an appointment with an eye specialist at the Janeway children's hospital at 2:40 pm, so we got there at 2:35, hoping that there wouldn't be too much of a wait. Well, the place was packed with bored, hyperactive kids and frustrated, angry parents. That did not bode well for us! Caitlyn was really well behaved, all things considered, although she was a bit overwhelmed by some of the more aggressive, unattended children running around. What a madhouse. Anyway, by 4pm we were still waiting to be seen, and I was getting anxious 'cause I had left Raina home with Jamie, and I imagined she'd be wanting to nurse soon. I had to get pushy with the receptionist, and tell her that we'd been waiting for too long, I had a baby at home to feed, and I would hate to have to cancel the appointment. Luckily she was pretty laid-back and didn't snap back at me :) She did manage to get us in next, although that was just to put in eye drops and then wait for another half hour. While administering the drops, the specialist notes that she's almost 2 and a half years old, and says the turn in her eye is quite pronounced... why hadn't she been seen earlier. The heavy silence as I stared at him must have alerted him. I said, as calmly as possible, that we had been waiting for more than a year for this appointment. The original referral had been lost somewhere in space, had to be resent. The original appointment with the technician was cancelled and rescheduled for months later. The follow-up appointment was cancelled and rescheduled for months later. The appointment we were now attending had been cancelled and rescheduled. Meanwhile, Caitlyn's turned eye is becoming more pronounced. Now, because of the delays, and months of no treatment whatsoever, Caitlyn will need surgery to correct the eye, rather than just wearing a patch and doing some physiotherapy. I am not happy - my baby will have to have surgery on her eye because the health "care" system lost track of her, even though I was diligently trying to keep her name on the forefront of their stupid lists. Of course, we have to wait for a referral to the surgeon, which could take months at the minimum. I couldn't help myself - I said "Do you think she'll get in before she starts school?" Dr. Specialist tried to chuckle, but I was not amused in the slightest, so he cleared his throat and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raina is developing a turn in her eye too. I told the specialist this, and that we are already waiting for her appointment. At this point, the referral has been pending for about three months. Are we going to get the run-around again? Is she going to end up needing surgery too? Everyone I've asked has no answers. This is just not how the health care system is supposed to work. I'm starting to feel like an American!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-5923193612658512537?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5923193612658512537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5923193612658512537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5923193612658512537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5923193612658512537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-specialists.html' title='Stupid Specialists'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-1797905647590510609</id><published>2008-08-16T23:30:00.002-02:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:15:45.257-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dis'n'Dat</title><content type='html'>So, here I am with some time to myself... whoa - how weird! Figure I'll take a few minutes to ramble on here. Girls are both in bed, Jamie is hanging out on the computer in the office, Eric is at a party, Travis is at work, and Todd is attending a union convention in Quebec City. It's just me, my laptop, and my glass of ice cold Pepsi (*ahhhhhhhhhhhh*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago, Todd and I said "Hey, let's go camping for a few days!" He arranged for a couple days off work, I set up the tent in the back yard to make sure it is in working order, we started making grocery lists, and so on. So what happens when his first day off comes? The temperature drops like crazy, and we get heavy rain fall. For three weeks. High winds. Thunder storms. Cold fog, drizzle, etc. For three weeks. Did I say that already? Sorry... Anyway, today was absolutely gorgeous. Of course it was. Today Todd had to leave for a 4 day convention. No camping for us! The tent has been blown all over hell and back (well, actually, just all over the back yard, but you get the idea). I haven't even been able to take it down to put it away - I was waiting for it to dry. I shake my fists at the sky!! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... I got a couple of second-hand dressers for $25 each. They are a bit battered and dirty, but they have potential. If I have any luck at all, I might get some time to clean them up, repaint them, and maybe try a little creative decorating. Considering that it takes me all day just to wash some dishes, due to constant interuptions by little princesses, I cannot predict when said dressers will be ready for use. Maybe they'll end up just sitting there, all dirty and in the way, until one day I finally just sell them to some other procrastinator :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo #2... So the neighbors decided they were tired of raking leaves every fall, and went and chopped down a big, beautiful tree that bordered our yards. Todd and I are traumatized! We feel very exposed now, 'cause the neighbors can now see every move we make if we so much as poke a nose out the back door. We can see all the back yards in a row right to the corner. Our privacy has been ripped away. It's funny how upset we are - it just feels like we've been robbed. We have decided we are going to plant a couple of fast growing maples on our side of the fence, but it'll still be a few years before they grow high enough. I don't want the old lady next door hollering "HI!" at me every time I let the dog out for a pee! *pout* And what kind of nut job chops down a perfectly healthy tree simply to avoid raking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo #3... Girls are doing well. Raina just had her first birthday, which means she also had a round of immunizations. She seems to be feeling ok so far, but she sure was unhappy at the time. The nurse asked, "Is this her normal cry?" If you'd ever heard an angry Raina cry, you would understand the question. That child can make my head ring. I think my mother once said something was so loud that she went blind. I understand now what she meant :) Caitlyn will be seeing the opthalmologist (for her lazy eye) on Monday, and she has an appointment with a developmental pediatrician (for possible autism diagnosis) in September. She has no idea these appointments are scheduled, and she could not care less! She's just having fun tormenting the cats and dog, playing in her pool (when it is not cold and rainy), playing her ukelele and singing, and basically doing whatever her little heart desires. She is just so adorable! I love watching her little fuzzy head bobbing as she runs around. Adorable! Raina is also cute, which is a good thing, 'cause with her piercing shrieks, cuteness is a necessary survival mechanism. She has become ridiculously attached to me lately, which makes it hard to do anything at all. Just going for a pee is traumatic - very difficult to "let it flow" while listening to your baby wailing pitifully outside the door. *sigh* She is finally learning to crawl, so I am hoping once she realizes she can get around on her own, she'll want some freedom. I know I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astgOq04AyE/SKeNos6fpbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pAHbRerFWpE/s1600-h/IMGP1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astgOq04AyE/SKeNos6fpbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pAHbRerFWpE/s320/IMGP1983.JPG" border="0" alt="Wagon ride"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235308822232278450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo #4... I have been thinking about going back to work soon. It really depends on whether Raina will get more excited about solid food, and ease back on the breast-feeding. She is just not keen on food. She had a bout of constipation which made her feel pretty crappy (haw haw haw... sorry), and her appetite is just not great. She loves nursing, too, and thinks bottles are for playing with. I can't rush her, 'cause that'll just cause bad feelings all around, and maybe even cause her to have food "issues". It is difficult, sometimes, because so many people say things like "you need to get her off the tit!" Easy enough to say when it is not your child whose nutrition, growth and health are your concern. She is small for her age, and her growth has slowed down since her last check, so she needs all the nutrition she can get. And even though I yearn for my personal freedom, my wants are just not as high a priority as her needs. So, I am waiting... You know, even though I believe I am doing the right thing, it is strange how much it seems like I am trying to justify my choice. I am not going to apologize any more. So there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have run out of steam for now - perhaps I shall go flake out on the couch for a while! Until next time, then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-1797905647590510609?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1797905647590510609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=1797905647590510609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/1797905647590510609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/1797905647590510609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/disndat.html' title='Dis&apos;n&apos;Dat'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astgOq04AyE/SKeNos6fpbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pAHbRerFWpE/s72-c/IMGP1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-3101325021495597120</id><published>2008-05-30T02:24:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:30:57.150-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts from a letter to my Sailor</title><content type='html'>Todd has been away at sea for a week now, but luckily they can connect to the internet via satellite, so we are able to e-mail each other almost every day. So, I thought I'd share some of the last one I sent (just a little while ago, actually), since it summarizes the goings-on here. Rest assured, I will edit out any potential naughty bits! This is some of what I had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am writing my nightly note after having snuck away from my tiny, but effective, chaperone :) She is way too good at noticing my absence! Anyway, if I'm lucky, I'll get through this e-mail without interruption.&lt;br /&gt;We had a gorgeous day today - warm and sunny. So this evening, Jamie and I took the girls and the dog up to the ball field, and just let Lily and Caitlyn run wild. Poor Raina could only sit trapped in her stroller, watching all the fun :) And, it was fun! We threw a tennis ball for Lily, but she got so excited that she kept running right past it. Caitlyn had fun too, running after Lily, after the ball, or away from me. I actually got a tiny bit of exercise! So, we'll probably try to do that at least once a week, if not more often, weather permitting of course.&lt;br /&gt;Eric got his fist pay cheque today, and it's a nice tidy sum. He says he can't start paying me back yet, 'cause he has already found somewhere to live, and he needs $350 right away. He's planning on moving on Saturday, so I have to try and corner him before then, and get him to clean up the computer room before he leaves. Wish me luck! Anyway, he'll be boarding at a friend's house whose mother has rented out rooms before. Apparently she'll be cooking meals and everything! I told him not to push his luck, treat her with some respect, and remember that it is not his house... of course, he says "I know! I'm not an idiot!" Um... yeah... :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was actually a bit shorter than I realized... it seemed much longer when I was writing it! But anyway, that's the news for today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-3101325021495597120?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3101325021495597120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=3101325021495597120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3101325021495597120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3101325021495597120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/excerpts-from-letter-to-my-sailor.html' title='Excerpts from a letter to my Sailor'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-6386641723022179815</id><published>2008-05-25T00:42:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:55:47.083-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Just trying to help my Mom</title><content type='html'>Rumour has it that there is a shortage of hickory sticks in Pictou County, so I have decided to gather up as many hickory sticks as I can find, and send them to my Mommy :) I had no trouble at all finding hickory sticks... I guess the shortage does not extend to Newfoundland. Anyway, here you go, Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjaJDM0lwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LaXLXMK7AYE/s1600-h/hcanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjaJDM0lwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LaXLXMK7AYE/s200/hcanes.jpg" border="0" alt="hickory sticks"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204149218439370498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! I don't think those are the right kind! How about these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjaazM0lxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1UJHjPz3dsk/s1600-h/hclubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjaazM0lxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1UJHjPz3dsk/s200/hclubs.jpg" border="0" alt="hickory sticks"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204149523382048530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not right either... Maybe these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjasDM0lyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KYMjawbUEss/s1600-h/hsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjasDM0lyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KYMjawbUEss/s200/hsticks.jpg" border="0" alt="hickory drum sticks"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204149819734791970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not it. Hey, this is harder than I thought it would be! Let's try another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjbGjM0lzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6h4A-5Iq7lc/s1600-h/hickstickexterior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjbGjM0lzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6h4A-5Iq7lc/s200/hickstickexterior.jpg" border="0" alt="The Hickory Stick"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204150275001325362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I'll get it sooner or later. I mean, how many kinds of hickory sticks can there be in the world? Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjbkzM0l0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/IA58L-PMRn0/s1600-h/hwalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjbkzM0l0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/IA58L-PMRn0/s200/hwalker.jpg" border="0" alt="hickory walking stick"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204150794692368194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, wouldn't want to find that one in my bed! Ok, I suppose that'll do for now - I do have the real thing here somewhere. Here we go - Hickory Sticks for Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjcDzM0l1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IHrQ4wZEEDc/s1600-h/Hostess-HS-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjcDzM0l1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IHrQ4wZEEDc/s320/Hostess-HS-S.jpg" border="0" alt="Yummy hickory sticks"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204151327268312914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-6386641723022179815?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6386641723022179815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=6386641723022179815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/6386641723022179815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/6386641723022179815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-trying-to-help-my-mom.html' title='Just trying to help my Mom'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SDjaJDM0lwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LaXLXMK7AYE/s72-c/hcanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-8799824481629424156</id><published>2008-05-23T07:45:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:05:48.245-02:30</updated><title type='text'>All that work!</title><content type='html'>We finally have the bathroom all put back together, after hours of washing, plastering, sanding, taping, painting, cleaning and reassembling... and the only difference is that the walls are a different colour! Well, the toilet also has a new seal and a couple new bolts. You know the rule - if you take something out to clean behind it, you won't be able to get it back in without two trips to Canadian Tire for unexpected replacement parts. The bathroom does look better, though - all fresh and clean. At least, until the boys get back in there to do their worst.&lt;br /&gt;Todd is off to sea as of yesterday morning. He'll be gone for two weeks or so. Caitlyn went to visit with her Nan and Pop for a few days, so I only have 4 babies here :) Eric is finishing up his first week of work; he seems to like it so far, he says his boss is amusing, and he gets to have smoke breaks whenever he wants. Yay! *rolling eyes* He should be getting his first pay cheque next Thursday - I hope he remembers that he owes me a few dollars. They must be working him pretty hard, though - he's been going to bed by 10:30, which is extremely early for him :)&lt;br /&gt;So Caitlyn had her evaluation Wednesday morning, by a M.Ed. specializing in developmental psych. She was really pleasant, and had to say repeatedly that both Caitlyn and Raina are adorable. I didn't need an expert to tell me that! :) Anyway, she said that Caitlyn qualifies for an in-home program offered by Eastern Health, where a therapist comes in once a week to work with language and social skills. Also, she is going to try and push Caitlyn's appointment with the specialist, because without an actual diagnosis, there is a long waiting list for the therapy program. So, it's more waiting around, really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Raina is waking up, so it's back to work for me. A la prochaine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-8799824481629424156?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8799824481629424156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=8799824481629424156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8799824481629424156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8799824481629424156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-that-work.html' title='All that work!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-3465877417297140952</id><published>2008-05-19T01:21:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:51:24.145-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Reno - Yay!</title><content type='html'>Such fun - we have begun the work on the bathroom. Todd and Travis replaced the fan while I removed all the fixtures from the walls (towel racks, paper dispenser, etc). Tomorrow we sand the ceiling and walls, clean up the dust and hopefully apply coat #1 of mildewcide paint. We picked a new, slightly lighter colour of paint - I hope it looks o.k. Anyway, I may be left with the finishing up work, because Todd will be going to sea on Wednesday afternoon - he'll be gone for two weeks. If I were the ambitious type, I would slap a new coat of paint on the kitchen while he's away... sadly, I am better at thinking up new jobs than I am at actually doing them :) The kitchen would look so nice with a nice new coat of yellow/cream... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a bit of news: Eric has got himself a job, starting Tuesday. He will be washing tons of dishes, 40 hours/wk, for a party rental place. It's only minimum wage, but it's full time, no nights or weekends. I hope he takes it seriously and does some decent work. He has been a little more cheerful since he was hired, but he still took off for the weekend before he did his required chores. Ah well, I guess you can't have it all.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn will be having some kind of in-home evaluation this Wednesday, to see how she behaves in her own environment, and to measure her level of communication, I guess. I am not really sure exactly what it's for - we're still waiting for an appointment date with hearing specialists and developmental specialists, but I guess this is just part of the process. She still hasn't said a single word, which is funny considering how much noise she can make! She is still the most beautiful little girl in the world, though, in my considered opinion :)&lt;br /&gt;So, a busy week ahead. With any luck, I'll be able to blog again with updates, while they're still news :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-3465877417297140952?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3465877417297140952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=3465877417297140952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3465877417297140952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3465877417297140952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/bathroom-reno-yay.html' title='Bathroom Reno - Yay!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-4793828372653273907</id><published>2008-05-08T13:43:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:56:01.484-02:30</updated><title type='text'>R D F</title><content type='html'>The forecast for Spring in St. John's: R(ain) D(rizzle) and F(og). That makes going for walks, working in the garden, even just stepping outside, less than appealing. So, we are staying in and trying to get some inside Spring chores done. Since Eric is home all the time these days, I have made him my personal assistant, and have lots of make-work projects to keep him busy. Oddly enough, he is not thrilled. Nevertheless, he will be changing hard-to-reach light bulbs, washing dishes, vaccuuming, and so on, until he finds a job. I just hope my arm doesn't get tired from all this whip-cracking. We have some necessary renovations to do too - the fan in the bathroom is not working, and the ceiling is peeling paint and getting moldy; probably have to paint the walls in there too. So, there really is lots to do inside, but I am really yearning for some sunny warmth - I think cabin fever is making us all crankier than usual, and yard work actually sounds appealing. Well, maybe not to all of us (Eric does not find yard work appealing)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-4793828372653273907?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4793828372653273907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=4793828372653273907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/4793828372653273907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/4793828372653273907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/r-d-f.html' title='R D F'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-6566230565615320950</id><published>2008-05-05T10:30:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:57:14.695-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Cruel and Unusual Punishment</title><content type='html'>It seems that every day is becoming a struggle, and things are getting tense. Eric is stomping and slamming around all the time - it's very hard to put on a smile and play with babies when there's a gigantic 18-year-old having temper tantrums all over the place. It started like this:&lt;br /&gt;After Eric moved out in December, he decided that his place of work was too hard to get to, so he just stopped going. Need cash? No prob - mooch off of your friends. His roommate was paying his rent for him. He lost a nice bit of weight too, 'cause what little cash he could scrounge went for cigarettes and booze. A great life, if you don't care that you're sleeping on the floor and bumming off your friends.&lt;br /&gt;So, we go to visit Grandma for a couple weeks, during which time his roommate gets arrested for theft and fraud, and the apartment is essentially abandoned. Eric is homeless. I told him he could come back, with some conditions. This is where the cruel and unusual punishment comes in, as far as Eric is concerned... Because he has dropped out of school, he will need to start working as soon as we get back from our Easter vacation, and he will pay room and board. He knows if he goes back to school he can live here for free. So, he agrees - as soon as we are back home, he will find work. That was a month ago. Guess what? He's not working, he's not looking, he's not in school, and he's not helping around the house. He wants to sleep all day, while the others go off to school and work, and I am here with two small babies.&lt;br /&gt;As if that wouldn't cause enough tension, he has to be forced to do the smallest things. He's punching walls and furniture bacause I want him to rake the front yard. He's slamming doors and stomping because I force him off the computer and into the shower - you can't get a job if you aren't even clean. He's printed off a ton of resumes, with a phone number he can't even answer (his cell phone charger is in another town somewhere) - not that it matters, since they've just been sitting on my desk for weeks anyway. Todd even did some research for him through the Job Bank and youth employment initiatives, but Eric is not interested in anything that might teach him how to be employable.&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy. Todd and I are trying really hard not to let Eric become our latest battleground. The tension is almost unbearable. I am angry and disappointed and frustrated with this selfish kid, and I don't know how to change that. If you ask me, his presence here has become cruel and unusual punishment. And that makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-6566230565615320950?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6566230565615320950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=6566230565615320950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/6566230565615320950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/6566230565615320950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/cruel-and-unusual-punishment.html' title='Cruel and Unusual Punishment'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5919802276686517635</id><published>2008-04-29T10:24:00.003-02:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:44:17.148-02:30</updated><title type='text'>How to grow a flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bahai-library.com/books/chosen/"&gt;The Chosen Highway&lt;/a&gt;, Lady Blomfield:&lt;br /&gt;A woman, full of sorrow and despair, came to Abdu'l-Baha: "I pray you remove my doubt, and give me consolation, I have lost my beloved husband."&lt;br /&gt;The Master answered her:&lt;br /&gt;"If you have a bed of lilies-of-the-valley that you love and tenderly care for, they cannot see you, nor can they understand your care, nevertheless, because of that tender care, they flourish.&lt;br /&gt;So it is with your husband. You cannot see him, but his loving influence surrounds you, cares for you, watches over you. They, who have passed into the Divine Garden, pray for us there, as we pray for them here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SBcde7L5-nI/AAAAAAAAADs/0dJCWlRkGP0/s1600-h/Lily-of-the-Valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SBcde7L5-nI/AAAAAAAAADs/0dJCWlRkGP0/s320/Lily-of-the-Valley.jpg" border="0" alt="little family, lovingly tended"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194653112316066418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-5919802276686517635?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5919802276686517635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5919802276686517635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5919802276686517635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5919802276686517635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-grow-flower.html' title='How to grow a flower'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/SBcde7L5-nI/AAAAAAAAADs/0dJCWlRkGP0/s72-c/Lily-of-the-Valley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-186187500957253795</id><published>2008-03-09T20:22:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:57:40.937-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>Boy, I haven't been here for a while... I haven't had time to create a new look for my blog, so I'm just borrowing one for now. I don't know if I like it or not :) So, here it is, March again. I find myself thinking of the past alot every spring, even though this should be the season of renewal. It just feels so strange, knowing that under the snow, new life is waiting. I should be anticipating, which is to say, looking forward, but it is so hard. I smell spring in the air, and feel the days getting longer, the quality of the light is changing, and it all takes me backwards. I wonder if this will ever change for me. Will I ever get through a Spring without this tint of sadness? Of course, it may seem a little worse this year because Eric has moved out - I think that adds a sense of loss. Feels weird not having him here, even if he was driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;But, enough of that. It might help if I start focussing on the things I want to do with my little patch of dirt I imagine to be a garden... I've got some seeds, a plant catalogue, and a few ideas. All we need now is to see the snow disappear, hopefully just a few weeks away. It's becoming a yearly ritual, I think - lots of planning, but very little actual gardening. Maybe this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-186187500957253795?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/186187500957253795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=186187500957253795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/186187500957253795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/186187500957253795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-3095543989903627722</id><published>2007-11-07T11:47:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:03:11.005-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Catching my breath</title><content type='html'>Holy smokes, it's been crazy around here! We just have way too many kids... Even though the two big boys keep threatening to move out, I have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to be here for a looooooooooong time! We'll have to stash the little girls into closets if the old guys don't leave eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is back in session, and so the colds and flus have started their rounds. Since September, there has been at least one sick person at all times in this house - usually two or more at once, though. Time is flying, too... boys should be bringing home their first report cards in a couple weeks. Let the groundings beging! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;The girls are doing well, just hanging around being cute. Caitlyn is running all over the place (and falling, too), and getting into the most creative kinds of trouble she can. Raina is starting to smile and make cute little noises, which is nice, 'cause up 'til now she only made unappealing noises. She's growing fast, and we are thinking she's going to outweight Caitlyn one of these days. That will be bad news for Caitlyn, 'cause Raina will be able to exact revenge for all those pinches and eye-pokes.&lt;br /&gt;We're hanging in there, too. Todd has been awfully busy for a guy who's supposed to be on paternity leave - he had to go away for a conference this month, and will be in Ottawa for another one in a couple weeks. It's a full time job just trying to keep things under control here! As for me, I turned 41 a couple weeks ago (yikes!!) - almost set the house on fire with the ridiculous number of candles on that cake.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - here are some photos to sum up things visually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHai-VYkzI/AAAAAAAAADE/QoyXiW_dciM/s1600-h/bathtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHai-VYkzI/AAAAAAAAADE/QoyXiW_dciM/s320/bathtime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121744934802226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHai-VYk0I/AAAAAAAAADM/Kd3kTu9SdxE/s1600-h/beret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHai-VYk0I/AAAAAAAAADM/Kd3kTu9SdxE/s320/beret.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121744934802242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHajOVYk1I/AAAAAAAAADU/BBXGVylSR6M/s1600-h/hugefire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHajOVYk1I/AAAAAAAAADU/BBXGVylSR6M/s320/hugefire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121749229769554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHajuVYk2I/AAAAAAAAADc/534UkLQUwW8/s1600-h/cheerios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHajuVYk2I/AAAAAAAAADc/534UkLQUwW8/s320/cheerios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121757819704162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHajuVYk3I/AAAAAAAAADk/nb7-0TuU7-s/s1600-h/notsocute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHajuVYk3I/AAAAAAAAADk/nb7-0TuU7-s/s320/notsocute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121757819704178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-3095543989903627722?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3095543989903627722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=3095543989903627722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3095543989903627722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3095543989903627722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching my breath'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RzHai-VYkzI/AAAAAAAAADE/QoyXiW_dciM/s72-c/bathtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-7377826085651453210</id><published>2007-08-11T17:49:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:02:57.419-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Amazingly enough, I actually get to sit in front of my computer for a few minutes! Both babies are sleeping, the teenage boys are all of amusing themselves, and Todd is busy with his buddy Roger, so here I am, with a minute to myself. See how devoted I am to my loyal fans? I get some time to myself, and instead of going for a nap, a manicure, or a Caribbean (spelling?) cruise... I am here, blogging! Maybe that's not devotion - it could mean that I am a serious geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are going well so far. Todd's mother was here for a week to help with all the kids and chores, so even though she puts all the dishes in the wrong cupboards and loads the dishwasher wrong, it was wonderful to have her here! I don't imagine I'll have much time here, so I'll try to sum up quickly:&lt;br /&gt;- Caitlyn was properly spoiled while Nanny was here, so she's having a bit of a rough time right now, but otherwise is her normal, silly self.&lt;br /&gt;- Raina is a little jaundiced still, so it's hard to keep her awake long enough to feed well. I have to supplement with pumped breast milk after each feeding so that she doesn't get tired out. She is almost back up to her birth weight, and the nurses at the clinic are quite happy with her progress so far.&lt;br /&gt;- Jamie has resigned himself to going to a new school next year - it is right around the corner from the house, so he can make friends that live near him!&lt;br /&gt;- Eric got himself a job working at gaming booths for various fairs and carnivals - yep, he's a carnie! Makes decent money, but only gets to work weekends.&lt;br /&gt;- Travis has been working like a dog to pay off his debt to his Dad (damages to brand new Jeep being the worst debt).&lt;br /&gt;- Todd is now on parental leave (again!). He'll be home until the end of next April. I told him next time he wants paid leave, he'll have to break a leg or something - I am not having any more babies!&lt;br /&gt;- I am doing pretty good, just need lots of sleep. I try to nap when babies are napping, but thank God Todd is home! Today I am sampling my first strawberry daiquiri in countless months. Yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I think. Caitlyn is waking up, and it's almost time for supper. Todd is BBQ'ing, so it should be good. So, until next time, I bid you adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rr4czwN7ckI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rSnAVL5pRww/s1600-h/inhospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rr4czwN7ckI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rSnAVL5pRww/s320/inhospital.jpg" border="0" alt="In the hospital"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097543503672209986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-7377826085651453210?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7377826085651453210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=7377826085651453210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7377826085651453210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7377826085651453210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rr4czwN7ckI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rSnAVL5pRww/s72-c/inhospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-4425160016800673160</id><published>2007-06-18T08:28:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:41:30.712-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not actually alone... with all these kids and their friends, I fear I will never be alone again. It just seems quieter around here these days; Todd is gone out on the Coast Guard research ship the &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.dfo-mpo.gc.ca/ccg/sheet12.htm"&gt;CCGS Wilfred Templeman&lt;/a&gt; for a couple of weeks. He hasn't been on a trip since before Caitlyn was born, so he was excited and nervous at the same time. Poor guy gets seasick for the first few days of every trip. See if you can see Todd in this shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RnZm97xFbZI/AAAAAAAAACs/q18_G7LPW3E/s1600-h/Templeman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RnZm97xFbZI/AAAAAAAAACs/q18_G7LPW3E/s320/Templeman.jpg" border="0" alt="Templeman"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358844108434834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn has another new tooth! You can't really see it yet, but you can sure feel it (trust me). She has been very busy these days, seeing just how many ways she can get into trouble in as short a time as possible. She's not really walking on her own yet, but she still manages to find every single thing she's not supposed to find. She really likes the kitchen cupboards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RnZnvbxFbaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rQrsAuxu6Vw/s1600-h/trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RnZnvbxFbaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rQrsAuxu6Vw/s320/trouble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077359694511959458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say that I will never be bored again *sigh* I shudder when I try to picture two little babies crawling around at the same time. I am sure they will co-ordinate their efforts, and always move off in different directions to find their own trouble. Of course, that may not be my problem - I might have to be "moved" to a nice, quiet bed in the mental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-4425160016800673160?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4425160016800673160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=4425160016800673160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/4425160016800673160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/4425160016800673160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RnZm97xFbZI/AAAAAAAAACs/q18_G7LPW3E/s72-c/Templeman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5047153116178116019</id><published>2007-06-06T00:00:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:10:34.599-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RmYeQ7xFbXI/AAAAAAAAACc/kmdR7x-RFB0/s1600-h/jaclyn_grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RmYeQ7xFbXI/AAAAAAAAACc/kmdR7x-RFB0/s320/jaclyn_grad.jpg" border="0" alt="New Pharmacist"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072775306549751154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that a pharmacy student I worked with a couple years ago just passed away after fighting breast cancer for over a year. This is my little tribute to her, because she had an effect on my life and I will always remember her and smile. Jaclyn Rogerson came to our pharmacy in her final year as a pharmacy student, and although she knew so much more about the chemistry and science behind pharmacy, she always said that she learned the most about the actual work while following me around behind the counter. She was silly, crazy, smart and funny - she could make me laugh on the worst of days. Jaclyn was an important support for me after Max died, she had a unique way of looking at the world that made it just a little bit easier for me. And she was naughty! She thought it was hysterical to stick "For rectal use only" stickers on the sleeves of my lab coat without telling me. When it was time for her to check out my work, she'd say "Step aside, Granny", even though she said she could not believe I was actually more than 10 years older than her. Working with her was great fun, and I missed her when her work term was over. Jaclyn died on May 29, just 28 years old. Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RmYebrxFbYI/AAAAAAAAACk/6FJ2XhVujts/s1600-h/jaclyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RmYebrxFbYI/AAAAAAAAACk/6FJ2XhVujts/s320/jaclyn.jpg" border="0" alt="Run for the Cure, Halifax, '06"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072775491233344898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-5047153116178116019?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5047153116178116019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5047153116178116019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5047153116178116019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5047153116178116019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/06/unfair.html' title='Unfair'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RmYeQ7xFbXI/AAAAAAAAACc/kmdR7x-RFB0/s72-c/jaclyn_grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-4936772597598843787</id><published>2007-05-29T10:10:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:13:02.622-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Little Cutie</title><content type='html'>Nothing special going on today, just thought I'd post a picture Todd's mother had taken and sent to us not too long ago. Her camera takes beautiful shots - she actually uses a camera with film in it, not a digital one! The pictures always print out so nicely. Anyway, here's Caitlyn cuddling her Pooh bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RlwfsfbJWjI/AAAAAAAAACU/P6wRxFgXSWU/s1600-h/babyandpoohsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RlwfsfbJWjI/AAAAAAAAACU/P6wRxFgXSWU/s320/babyandpoohsm.jpg" border="0" alt="Adorable Caitlyn"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069962129722399282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-4936772597598843787?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4936772597598843787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=4936772597598843787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/4936772597598843787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/4936772597598843787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-cutie.html' title='Little Cutie'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RlwfsfbJWjI/AAAAAAAAACU/P6wRxFgXSWU/s72-c/babyandpoohsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-3203050864148464815</id><published>2007-05-25T23:46:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:54:45.527-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Tit for Tat?</title><content type='html'>Todd's old Suzuki Vitara finally gasped it's last breath, and for a little while, he was without a vehicle. That meant it was up to me to make sure he could go anywhere he wanted to go... *ugh* Thankfully, he stopped panicking long enough to get over to the Jeep dealership, and get his loan application in. And so, today, he is the proud new owner of a 2007 Jeep Liberty. It looks just like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RleZh_bJWiI/AAAAAAAAACM/eb7sKoPp2EM/s1600-h/jeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RleZh_bJWiI/AAAAAAAAACM/eb7sKoPp2EM/s320/jeep.jpg" border="0" alt="Todd's Puny Jeep"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068688714868808226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has himself convinced that it is a much better vehicle than my mini-van, even though they both have 3.something litre engines, and are both V6's. Never mind that mine is bigger, more comfortable, and can carry more passengers. Apparently none of that is relevant! Just because his has "Jeep" stamped on the front of it, and allegedly can climb mountains.... silly man. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actual news, just thought I'd express myself regarding newer, better vehicles. So, class dismissed. Off you go, then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-3203050864148464815?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3203050864148464815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=3203050864148464815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3203050864148464815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/3203050864148464815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/05/tit-for-tat.html' title='Tit for Tat?'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RleZh_bJWiI/AAAAAAAAACM/eb7sKoPp2EM/s72-c/jeep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-8778082062916478962</id><published>2007-05-24T11:09:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:27:47.759-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Those who mock mini-vans...</title><content type='html'>...should not then beg to drive them. For weeks I have been debating whether to buy out my Toyota Matrix at the end of the lease, or whether I should just go ahead and get a 7-passenger mini-van, since we will soon have 7 people living in this house. Todd and Travis were both totally against the mini-van idea, as if my owning one would somehow adversely effect their collective man-hood. Silly boys! If they could show me how to get 7 people into that Matrix, then I wouldn't have to consider the mini-van. Besides, if I am the one paying for it, and the one who will be driving it, why do they even get to express an opinion?! So, as of yesterday, I am the proud owner (or leasor) of a brand new '07 Toyota Sienna. I like it. I like it alot. It looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RlWYhvbJWhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-oOiIPamCDg/s1600-h/SIE_large3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RlWYhvbJWhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-oOiIPamCDg/s320/SIE_large3.jpg" border="0" alt="MamaMobile"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068124661108791826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's in our driveway, Todd and Travis are just itching to take it for a spin. I intend to make them wait until I feel like it, considering all the derision they heaped upon it before I got it. It's really driving them nuts, especially since Todd's truck is in it's death throes and can't really be driven anymore. I feel fantasically smug... maybe even a little bit evil *mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa........*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about all the news for now. We're all doing fine (except for Todd, who is still suffering a little bit from his surgery a couple weeks ago). The weather here has been weird, one day nice and sunny, making us want it more, the next day back to cold, rain, drizzle and fog. I still have nothing put out in the garden *pout* And so, life here on The Rock continues as always :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-8778082062916478962?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8778082062916478962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=8778082062916478962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8778082062916478962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8778082062916478962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/05/those-who-mock-mini-vans.html' title='Those who mock mini-vans...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RlWYhvbJWhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-oOiIPamCDg/s72-c/SIE_large3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5386503472580264285</id><published>2007-05-13T22:21:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:32:22.735-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rke1EJjXURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CM-77ipVM6M/s1600-h/BestMothersDayCard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rke1EJjXURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CM-77ipVM6M/s320/BestMothersDayCard.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064215388889764114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very bad child - I did not call my Mom today! There is no excuse, so all I can do is hope she forgives me, 'cause I do love and appreciate her, and, after all, I am her favorite. Right, Mom? Mom? Anyway, I wish my Mom, and all our extended Blog-Fam's Moms, the best Mother's Day. Love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;As for me and mine: I had a nice Mother's Day. I got breakfast in bed, prepared by my boys, and not too early in the morning :o) They all got together, and gave me flowers and a really nice gardening book, too. Todd took a million pictures, none of which shall ever be viewed publicly, as I was still in bed, hair not combed, etc! I have had to do only minimal house work today, and even got to have a nice nap this evening. Why can't every day be mother's day?&lt;br /&gt;Todd's mom is in town for tonight, as she is flying to Halifax tomorrow morning to stay with her daughter Tracey, who is about 30 weeks pregnant, and is having some trouble with toxemia. She's getting excellent care, so we are hoping everything will turn out just fine. Anyway, Sharon brought a beautiful cherry cake with her, so that's what I've been feasting on all evening. It's nice when the in-laws come! :o)&lt;br /&gt;Todd had a "minor" surgery last Friday, so he has been walking around ever so carefully this weekend. He'll probably have to take tomorrow off, too - I guess he got roughed up a little bit. Gee, I hope that wasn't too much information for anybody... tee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go, maybe have another piece of that cake. After all, I am eating for two - again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-5386503472580264285?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5386503472580264285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5386503472580264285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5386503472580264285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5386503472580264285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rke1EJjXURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CM-77ipVM6M/s72-c/BestMothersDayCard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5611582716084245706</id><published>2007-05-05T09:25:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:37:51.890-02:30</updated><title type='text'>It's May already!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how easily time gets away from me these days! I have been pretty busy; it seems that all the various appointments we all have are bunched together on the calendar. All of us have dentist appointments this next week or two - on different days, of course, so we have to drive there five times. Caitlyn got her one-year needles (&lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; of them in one appointment!) - she was not happy! She'll be seeing her pediatrician next week for a check-up. Oh, and she is now 15 lbs 9 oz. Almost the size of a 9 month old! Hooray! Anyway, to continue: I've got ultrasounds, bloodwork, ob/gyn, counselling (for crazy old women who don't know what birth control is, I suppose). Todd is going in for a day surgery next week; the idea being that there will be no more "unexpected surprises" *wink wink* His boss at work was teasing him, he said "So you've finally figured out what's been causing all the pregnancies!" Funny guy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's another cold, gray, drizzly day here - so much for trying a little yard work. It's just no fun if you can't feel your fingers. One small consolation - the fog has dissolved the last of the filthy dirty pile of snow on our front yard. Now you can see the whole dead yellow lawn in all it's glory! Heh heh heh. I know the sun is up there somewhere, 'cause we're all still alive, and there is a bit a daylight breaking through the fog. I will just wait longer, I guess :o) Oh, and just 'cause I know you need to know - I have not shaved my legs in preparation. I feel there is absolutely no rush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-5611582716084245706?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5611582716084245706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5611582716084245706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5611582716084245706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5611582716084245706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-may-already.html' title='It&apos;s May already!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-502408591081489416</id><published>2007-04-25T11:36:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:01:00.564-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Living in a shoe</title><content type='html'>You know the nursery rhyme - "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe..." That's me! Except that I don't often whip them all soundly before putting them to bed... some of them are bigger than me :o) But I digress; the point I am eventually going to make is that I have too many children. At least, I will by September (possibly sooner, depending on the Fates). It seems I am too fertile. I am pregnant again! At this point I am about 20 weeks along, which is half-way to having 5 kids in the house at one time. Clearly, I must be insane! We are not buying a new house, so the older guys will have to be kicked out of the nest sooner than they would like, or, we will have to add another floor to this house. Might as well make it look like a shoe!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving along, since my blog-time is limited by a little girl with a runny nose. We have been as busy as usual, but we managed to have a nice Easter (good thing Todd cooks!), and Caitlyn had a pretty good time at her first birthday party. It's safe to say that she likes cake. I do have some photos, just have to get them into the computer and edited for size, etc. Here's a shot of her at Easter, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Ri9lDpjXUPI/AAAAAAAAABs/lehiuJ_YOh0/s1600-h/caitlynbunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Ri9lDpjXUPI/AAAAAAAAABs/lehiuJ_YOh0/s320/caitlynbunny2.jpg" border="0" alt="Little Caitlyn Bunny"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057372019928551666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are all getting antsy lately, waiting for the weather to get warm. I think they're counting down the days 'til the end of the school year already. Funny how they forget to take final exams into account though...&lt;br /&gt;So, things are coasting along relatively quietly here, despite the crowd of kids, dogs, visitors, etc. All I could ask for is more nap time - I get really tired these days. Can't imagine why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Ri9mAJjXUQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1RHGg-qbHF4/s1600-h/shoewoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Ri9mAJjXUQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1RHGg-qbHF4/s320/shoewoman.jpg" border="0" alt="I'm an old woman!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057373059310637314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-502408591081489416?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/502408591081489416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=502408591081489416' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/502408591081489416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/502408591081489416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/04/living-in-shoe.html' title='Living in a shoe'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Ri9lDpjXUPI/AAAAAAAAABs/lehiuJ_YOh0/s72-c/caitlynbunny2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-7054827633607984842</id><published>2007-03-19T11:12:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:20:45.380-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dare I hope?</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a tiny bit of blue in the sky these last couple of days, and it appears as if the mountains of snow are shrinking. I'd like to believe that means the worst is over, but alas, I live in Newfoundland, where it can snow in June. Still, the air does smell a little more "spring-y". It just makes me want it more! I am actually starting to look at the gardening flyers and books, which is kind of exciting, 'cause I haven't really wanted to do any gardening since Max died. Maybe it's time... But, I can't do a darn thing out there until the snow is actually gone. I may have to get some hair dryers and extension cords on the go here :o) Oh please, please, let winter be over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-7054827633607984842?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7054827633607984842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=7054827633607984842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7054827633607984842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7054827633607984842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/03/dare-i-hope.html' title='Dare I hope?'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-7690103207281825975</id><published>2007-02-20T14:48:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:51:43.361-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Graphic graphic ahead</title><content type='html'>I found a photo that expresses my true feelings about the recent snowfall here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rds7pEii0cI/AAAAAAAAABM/CiUszDRpPLI/s1600-h/Where2PutSnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rds7pEii0cI/AAAAAAAAABM/CiUszDRpPLI/s320/Where2PutSnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033682585295966658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is a snow day - the boys are all out shovelling the driveway right now. Maybe they'll get it done before dark. Maybe. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-7690103207281825975?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7690103207281825975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=7690103207281825975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7690103207281825975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7690103207281825975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/02/warning-graphic-graphic-ahead.html' title='Warning: Graphic graphic ahead'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/Rds7pEii0cI/AAAAAAAAABM/CiUszDRpPLI/s72-c/Where2PutSnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-208066915981816706</id><published>2007-02-13T00:22:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:30:52.380-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac Ramblings</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been able to post in a while - long-term lack of sleep has made me a little sluggish. For the record, babies do not sleep through the night just because they are eating solid foods. Much to my dismay... ~sigh~ All I can say is, it's a good thing she's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdE3dYvBtrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W4y4g7fEiZU/s1600-h/baby_signsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdE3dYvBtrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W4y4g7fEiZU/s320/baby_signsm.jpg" border="0" alt="baby sign"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030863236744984242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post more, but it is late, and I still need sleep... At least all my dedicated fans now know I am alive! hee hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-208066915981816706?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/208066915981816706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=208066915981816706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/208066915981816706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/208066915981816706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/02/insomniac-ramblings.html' title='Insomniac Ramblings'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdE3dYvBtrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W4y4g7fEiZU/s72-c/baby_signsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-5325544998992423035</id><published>2007-01-05T13:53:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:57:53.461-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Album's almost ready</title><content type='html'>I have uploaded a few Christmas pictures to my Yahoo album, at last! I thought it was hard to get close to the computer before people got new games for Christmas... &lt;b&gt;sheesh&lt;/b&gt;! Anyway, the pictures are &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mjohnson@nl.rogers.com/album?.dir=3037re2&amp;.src=ph"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - I haven't organized them or given them captions yet, but you can have a peek :o) Got to run for now. I sure hope I get more time to blog soon - I may be suffering withdrawal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-5325544998992423035?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5325544998992423035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=5325544998992423035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5325544998992423035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/5325544998992423035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2007/01/albums-almost-ready.html' title='Album&apos;s almost ready'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-8300079948486634092</id><published>2006-12-27T13:38:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:49:53.888-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Calm after the Christmas</title><content type='html'>What a busy time we've had! Todd's parents stayed for a couple days, so I had to be sociable almost all the time :o) They kept themselves busy, though - cooking, laundry, working on the bar renovations, etc. Sharon and Russ cooked the entire Christmas dinner, so I didn't have to lift a finger. It was kind of strange, not doing anything in my own kitchen, but Todd's sister Doris said to take advantage of it, and let them feed us. We ate like pigs, and still have tons of left-overs! We had more people come in yesterday, so Todd's mom cooked a ham and made tons of salads. Another day of pigging out, and yet more left-overs... Let's not forget the chocolates, cookies, squares, rolls, ice cream, etc. It won't be hard to "maintain my figure" ~heh heh~&lt;br /&gt;Kids all had fun, lots and lots of presents! Caitlyn seemed to handle everything quite well, as long as she was the centre of attention. With so many people here, it got loud, so Caitlyn would yell louder still to make sure she'd be heard. She must get her social genes from Todd's side of the family! Anyway, I got some nice pictures to share - I'll put them up as soon as I can edit out the red eyes! Here is a little teaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RZKq9HO2rgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CempKWcOdjI/s1600-h/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RZKq9HO2rgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CempKWcOdjI/s320/hats.jpg" border="0" alt="Christmas 2006"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013257302106877442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have the other photos ready, I'll put them in my Yahoo photo album, and add a link for you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-8300079948486634092?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8300079948486634092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=8300079948486634092' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8300079948486634092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8300079948486634092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/12/calm-after-christmas.html' title='The Calm after the Christmas'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RZKq9HO2rgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CempKWcOdjI/s72-c/hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-7632357502381449384</id><published>2006-12-16T11:07:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:15:19.048-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Soggy Holiday</title><content type='html'>Another rainy day on the island. It's probably not going to be a white Christmas here - but that's no surprise, we usually have rain, or fog, or rain &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; fog! I guess we'll have to put up the lights in the rain... 'cause we still haven't got it done! Shopping isn't done either. Nor is the house cleaning. We don't have a tree yet. Hmmmmm... what else is there not done for Christmas? Oh yeah - everything! We like to leave things to the very last minute, and then freak out completely. Something about working better under pressure... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;We did do one important thing: Caitlyn met Santa. She was as friendly as ever, although she did try to rip off Santa's beard. He was too quick for her, though, and turned her around before she could cause any injury. I don't know if she asked for anything for Christmas, she wouldn't tell me. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RYQGE3O2rfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/B2vPQ8aLvjY/s1600-h/SANTAweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RYQGE3O2rfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/B2vPQ8aLvjY/s320/SANTAweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Obligatory photo with Santa"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009135366158331378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Tuffysmom: This is just the small version of the photo, for the web. I have a higher resolution version suitable for printing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-7632357502381449384?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7632357502381449384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=7632357502381449384' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7632357502381449384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7632357502381449384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/12/soggy-holiday.html' title='A Soggy Holiday'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RYQGE3O2rfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/B2vPQ8aLvjY/s72-c/SANTAweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-7396513851840256218</id><published>2006-12-09T14:22:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:24:39.133-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Only have a minute, but...</title><content type='html'>Check this out! I so want to learn how to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbTnRkEn8U8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbTnRkEn8U8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can use this to challenge the boys to fold their own laundry (or, shirts, at least). They are pretty clever, though - they'd figure out before too long that I am only trying to trick them into doing their own work. ~sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-7396513851840256218?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7396513851840256218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=7396513851840256218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7396513851840256218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/7396513851840256218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-have-minute-but.html' title='Only have a minute, but...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-1776320273084541357</id><published>2006-12-06T13:37:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:48:09.323-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Another First</title><content type='html'>Big news! Caitlyn has tasted her first "real" food! Ok, maybe the news isn't that big... still, it's exciting to us. She had rice cereal. It sounds (and smells) bland, but I tasted it, and it's actually kinda sweet. She figured out the spoon pretty quickly, and finished off 2 tablespoons of cereal in just a few minutes. Clever girl! Now we can test the theory that she'll start sleeping better at night once she's eating solid food. Personally, I have my doubts... she just loves being with us so much that she hates to go to sleep; I think she's afraid she'll miss something. She'll soon realize that we are actually rather boring, and that sleep might even be more exciting than a night with us. I can always hope, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Work is progressing in the rec room - walls are all painted, and it's time to rearrange the furniture, set up the dart board, hook up the stereo, connect all the wires for various tv, dvd, playstation, nintendo, etc. That part just might take the longest - there's a lot of wires down there! I'll be taking pictures as soon as Todd brings back my double-A batteries (he took them out of the camera to use in his flashlight, which I cannot find). It's looking nice, though - I am quite happy with it so far.&lt;br /&gt;Well, better get back to the ol' grind - Caitlyn is only good for so long in that automatic swing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RXb7EEutg8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5d9yZu3n5JE/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RXb7EEutg8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5d9yZu3n5JE/s320/yummy.jpg" border="0" alt="First Food"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005464083276596162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-1776320273084541357?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1776320273084541357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=1776320273084541357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/1776320273084541357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/1776320273084541357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-first.html' title='Another First'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RXb7EEutg8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5d9yZu3n5JE/s72-c/yummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-8453068990632234412</id><published>2006-11-28T09:08:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:34:27.177-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time has a way of sneaking by when you're not looking! Even though it's been more than a week since I last blogged, and I feel like I've been busy, not much has actually been going on around here. Just the usual chores (you know, never-ending laundry, always-dirty dishes, dog hair and dust everywhere). We have been working on the basement/rec room area, but that is taking longer than we had hoped; you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men... Anyway, Eric's room is finished, and he's settled in nicely - got his clothes scattered all over the floor, so I guess that means he feels at home. We are now in the process of painting the pool-table area a nice deep red - it's a bit creepy while you're painting, all that wet, glistening red. But I think it's going to look nice and cozy. Travis wants to get creative, and do some kind of artistic wall treatments, but I'm afraid his idea of creative might clash with mine... I did tell him if he wanted to, I'd get a couple large pieces of canvas for him to work on, and if I like the result, I'll put in up on the wall. We'll see if anything comes of that. Our goal is to have the rec room all done in time for Christmas so that Todd can play pool with his buddies when they come over. We have to get the computer room organized too - we still have boxes of books all over the place, waiting for the bookshelves to be finished. Always so much to do - when am I supposed to lounge around eating bon-bons?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas plans thus far: Todd's mother debated with herself for a few days, and finally just admitted that she wants to be here for Christmas morning! His sister Doris wanted to be here too, but has other obligations, so she'll be coming in on Boxing Day. I am starting to worry that things might get a little overwhelming... this house is going to be like Grand Central Station! Todd and I have been "discussing" plans for the tree - he likes to go out in the woods and chop down the ugliest, most Charlie Brown-like tree he can find, whereas I prefer to shop for a nice, big, fat Nova Scotia tree. We might end up with two trees this year! Another on-going "discussion" - Christmas dinner. Todd's family likes to have their dinner at about 1pm; I prefer to have it at supper time, say, around 6pm. Since his mother is going to be here, and she likes to cook when she's here, I am not sure how that's going to work out. Todd says he can eat dinner at 6pm, and that since this is my house, I can have it when I want it... I'll have to keep you posted on the outcome of that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hear the dulcet tones of my darling Caitlyn calling from the bedroom - time to go feed the belly, I mean baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7945/3501/1600/cait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Caitlyn - 6 months" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7945/3501/320/cait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-8453068990632234412?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8453068990632234412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=8453068990632234412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8453068990632234412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/8453068990632234412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116329482217162311</id><published>2006-11-11T21:32:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:26.106-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Remembrance Day</title><content type='html'>We were up bright and early this morning to get Jamie ready for the Remembrance Day parade downtown. It was a gorgeous morning, sun shining, reasonably warm. There was a strong breeze coming in from the harbour, but the sun was warm enough to make it tolerable. Todd, Travis, Caitlyn and I joined the crowd to observe the service, while Jamie stood on parade with his troop. They all did so well, standing straight and still - it's good that they have such a sense of pride and respect. Jamie really enjoys the parade functions, and takes it pretty seriously. Eric stayed at a friend's house last night, so didn't make it down to the War Memorial. We took a few photos of Jamie in uniform; just click on this photo to go to my photo album for the other pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mjohnson@nl.rogers.com/album?.dir=14c6re2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/rem_day01.jpg" border="0" alt="Paying respects" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Jamie's troop are having a Wake-a-thon. No one is allowed to sleep, upon penalty of humiliation! Last year a couple cadets snuck off to the boys bathroom to try and catch a few Z's, and got doused with cold water while being loudly reprimanded. Why the heck do they find that fun?! I imagine Jamie will be pretty cranky tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different tangent, we have not yet finished Eric's new room. I don't know why, except to say that it seems there's always something else that needs to be done more urgently... We did get the inside of his room painted; now we just need to paint the baseboards and put them in. As for the rec room itself, well... it is an absolute mess right now, and the time pressure is setting in - we want to be done with that in time to get ready for Christmas. It just never ends! ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - See new photos of Caitlyn in my &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mjohnson@nl.rogers.com/album?.dir=8553re2&amp;.src=ph"&gt;photo album&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116329482217162311?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116329482217162311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116329482217162311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116329482217162311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116329482217162311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/11/fine-remembrance-day.html' title='A Fine Remembrance Day'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116299147460153272</id><published>2006-11-08T09:40:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:25.898-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Cat Massage, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Just because it made me giggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=547707&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fca.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D112d5a90da7eb40d54664c934be0b8c3.547707&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fca.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D112d5a90da7eb40d54664c934be0b8c3.547707&amp;imTitle=Cat%252BMassages%252BDog&amp;searchUrl=http://ca.video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://ca.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=d29sZjE5NzkyMDAx&amp;vid=112d5a90da7eb40d54664c934be0b8c3.547707' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116299147460153272?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116299147460153272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116299147460153272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116299147460153272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116299147460153272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/11/cat-massage-anyone.html' title='Cat Massage, Anyone?'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116290530441835705</id><published>2006-11-07T09:37:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:25.696-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Snow?! Noooooo!</title><content type='html'>No fair - I don't have my winter tires on yet! I don't know where my windshield brushy thingy is! Where are my gloves?! *sob* *sob* Yep, the first snow-fall is here. So it's rather skimpy, and I don't need to shovel, and it will likely be gone by the time I finish my coffee. That's not the point! I am not psychologically prepared for snow. I need time to mentally gird my loins. I have not yet recovered from the trauma of last winter. And I have no idea what happened to the shovels. I am so &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; like &lt;a href="http://glisteningwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;NorthernLight&lt;/a&gt;, who was actually &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; about their first snowfall. Of course, maybe if I had a skidoo I would be as excited... nah, probably not!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get to the grocery store, stock up on cookies and pies for the coming "hibernation" period. Need extra fat to keep warm, you know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116290530441835705?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116290530441835705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116290530441835705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116290530441835705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116290530441835705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/11/snow-noooooo.html' title='Snow?! Noooooo!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116247592239447882</id><published>2006-11-02T10:21:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:25.497-03:30</updated><title type='text'>By Special Request</title><content type='html'>Frank has requested a sample of Eric's music, so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED SRC="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/10/4/260871/Voreaphilia_8.mp3" title="Voreaphilia" width="120" height="15" HIDDEN="false" AUTOSTART="false" loop="false" volume="60"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Before you hit the "play" button, I should warn you - this music is of the genre "gore/grind", and can be rather... disconcerting ... Don't even try to listen to the lyrics, you might hurt your head. It is possible that this music causes insanity, as well (at least, it does for me after they've practiced in the basement for three hours). That having been said, enjoy! Eric is the guitarist/vocalist, and Ryan is on drums.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the radio show went well last night - sounded like Eric was having fun. I listened through the computer, so I wasn't able to record the show at the same time. Eric might be able to get a recording from the show's host, so I can have it for a keepsake :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116247592239447882?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116247592239447882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116247592239447882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116247592239447882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116247592239447882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/11/by-special-request.html' title='By Special Request'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116239044445771214</id><published>2006-11-01T10:06:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:25.361-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Candy!</title><content type='html'>Hallowe'en is over, and all that's left is the huge pile of candy... I've already started on those little chocolate bars (the Oh Henry's are gone), the rockets, and the rice krispie squares. We didn't get too many trick-or-treaters, so we have lots of left-overs. Jamie had a pretty good haul, but I imagine there'll be lots of things he doesn't like in his loot-bag. Eric didn't go trick-or-treating, 'cause he is too cool :o) Travis went out with some of his friends, even though he is cool :o) The dogs went bananas every time someone came to the door, which is enough to drive you crazy. Caitlyn fussed and cried and had no interest at all in Hallowe'en. So, now that that's over, time to get ready for Christmas! hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/hoodlums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/hoodlums.jpg" border="0" alt="Travis, Caitlyn, Jackie, Jay, Adam" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Eric and his friend Ryan will be co-hosting a radio show tonight at Memorial University's radio station &lt;a href="http://www.chmr.ca/main.html"&gt;CHMR&lt;/a&gt;. The two of them have formed a "band" (if you can call two guys a band) called Voreaphilia (look it up - it's gross!), and they've been playing shows around town these last few months. Apparently they're developing a bit of a following. They've made a demo CD, and are selling them at the shows they play. Now, if only Eric could show as much drive in his school work (and house work/chores)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/insert%20one%20oh%20yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/insert%20one%20oh%20yeah.jpg" border="0" alt="voreaphilia demo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116239044445771214?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116239044445771214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116239044445771214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116239044445771214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116239044445771214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/11/candy.html' title='Candy!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116218329542648633</id><published>2006-10-30T01:09:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:25.170-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Silly Quiz</title><content type='html'>Just how accurate is this one, anyway? Made me laugh, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="80%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You are a vampire!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/8227/vampirehe6.jpg" alt="QuizHeaven.com"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You are suave and seductive.  Eternal life is yours and you never tire of coming up with crazy ways of amusing yourself and others.  Sometimes, however, your taste for blood comes in the way of friendships as you are constantly turning your friends into vampires.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizheaven.com/quiz.php?id=205"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizheaven.com"&gt;QuizHeaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116218329542648633?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116218329542648633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116218329542648633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116218329542648633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116218329542648633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-silly-quiz.html' title='Another Silly Quiz'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116215550153462414</id><published>2006-10-29T17:08:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.997-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out</title><content type='html'>This weekend is one big party here in town. They call it Mardi Gras, even though it is the wrong time of year, mostly because the downtown closes the "bar street" to traffic. You pay $10 to get on the street, and then can wander from bar to bar like it's one big party. Everyone dresses up for Hallowe'en, and they have contests for the best costumes, etc. It's lots of fun, and you see some pretty creative costumes. Actually, I had forgotten how much fun it is - it's been years since I went down to Mardi Gras... until last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last week Donna asked me to go with her, dressed up, of course. I wasn't too keen, being the anti-social people-phobe that I am. She begged, though, and even managed to use the guilt tactic on me - she said she really wanted to go, and no one else would go with her, we haven't done anything together in ages, blah blah blah. I told Todd, thinking he would maybe discourage me from going out, but he confounded my plan by saying, "Yeah, you need a night out!" So, I tried the "I don't have anything to wear" scheme - no good, Donna would find something for me. Ok, then.... the night before our "date", I said to Todd, "My knees are hurting... maybe I should stay home tomorrow." He threatened to call Donna and have her come over and badger me in person. There was no way out - I was roped in, and feeling anxious. Ah well... sometimes all you can do is admit defeat with what little dignity you have left. Here we are, all dressed up and ready to party on George Street:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/halloweengirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/halloweengirls.jpg" border="0" alt="Halloween Girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Caitlyn didn't come with us, but she did want to dress up for the picture. Anyway, I am so glad that Donna is the pushy broad that she is. She finds ways to make me do things I wouldn't otherwise, and I usually end up having fun. We had a blast, danced the whole night, laughed at all the crazy costumes, ran into old friends, ate at an all-night cafe, and straggled home at 5am (or, 4am, after the time changed). My feet are killing me today, and my voice is hoarse from all the shouting and laughing. That's how you know you had fun! Really, though - I am getting a little too old to this more than once a year... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116215550153462414?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116215550153462414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116215550153462414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116215550153462414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116215550153462414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116192440283627302</id><published>2006-10-27T01:22:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.850-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A choice has been made</title><content type='html'>It only took about 20 minutes of discussion, and Todd and I reached concensus, with neithor blows nor sarcastic remarks exchanged! Boy, we must be really tired... hehehehe So, we have a colour chosen for the rec room - it's called "Cupid's Red" by Sico Paint, and it's a nice rich red/almost burgundy which should look nice with the green felt of the pool table. Hope so, anyway, 'cause we bought three cans of it! We chose a more neutral colour for Eric's room, since he was being difficult, and refused to pick a sensible colour - he asked for pink, thinking it would be amusing. I will not paint his room pink, only to have him say later that he was only kidding. But I digress... Eric's room will be a light kind of brown called "Cigar Box". I think it will look pretty nice... but, I have been wrong before. I have pictures of the rec room as it is now, a dark, blah blue(see the &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mjohnson@nl.rogers.com/detail?.dir=c918&amp;.dnm=c05dre2.jpg"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;) - I'll have to post a comparison when the painting is all done, hopefully by this time next week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am having trouble posting the little paint chip sample I have, so I will have to try again later. How frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - I can finally upload an image! This is the colour we chose for the rec room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/cupidred.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/cupidred.5.jpg" border="0" alt="Cupid's Red" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116192440283627302?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116192440283627302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116192440283627302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116192440283627302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116192440283627302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/choice-has-been-made.html' title='A choice has been made'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116181549398517001</id><published>2006-10-25T19:51:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.679-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Ever So Busy</title><content type='html'>Well, in a weird way, I have been busy. Not much is getting done around the house, but Caitlyn is getting bigger and bigger! I think she is going through a growth spurt - all she wants to do lately is nurse, sometimes almost every hour (even through the night). It doesn't sound like work, but it sure makes me tired! Poor Todd is tired too, since he usually ends up getting out of bed to bring Caitlyn to me. When we finally do fall asleep, we crash completely. The boys unintentionally played hookey today, 'cause no one heard the alarm when it went off this morning. This baby is getting tiring! We can only hope that one day, she will actually sleep through the whole night. That night will be glorious.... *sigh* Anyway, other than our infant-induced insomnia, not much is going on around here. Eric's room is slowly coming together. It will soon be time to paint it. Unfortunately, no one can agree on a new paint colour, so that might slow down production a bit :o) It will be a relief to finally have everything put back where it belongs, though - you can hardly kick your boots through here. Maybe I'll go have a nap, see if the Tidy Fairy visits us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116181549398517001?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116181549398517001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116181549398517001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116181549398517001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116181549398517001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/ever-so-busy.html' title='Ever So Busy'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116151942335183247</id><published>2006-10-22T09:44:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.594-03:30</updated><title type='text'>So... Sudoku?</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to test this Sudoku thingy I found while surfing. It's supposed to change daily, I think... I have become so addicted that I need more than one a day, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="dailysudokuclassic" style="font-size:0.8em;text-align:center;width:342px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;margin-bottom:0"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.dailysudoku.com/sudoku/today.shtml"&gt;print version&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailysudoku.com/sudoku/today.shtml"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src="http://www.dailysudoku.com/sudoku/img/today.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.dailysudoku.com/"&gt;www.dailysudoku.com&lt;/a&gt; for more puzzles, solutions, hints, books and other resources.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a puzzle book, too, but some of them are too hard. For some reason I just don't find much amusement in the really hard ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116151942335183247?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116151942335183247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116151942335183247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116151942335183247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116151942335183247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-sudoku.html' title='So... Sudoku?'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116105780624559829</id><published>2006-10-17T01:05:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.482-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Scary days ahead...</title><content type='html'>Hallowe'en is coming! Normally I don't do too much for it (actually, what I like to do is turn off all the lights, and hide very quietly - pretending I'm not home because I've already eaten all the candy I bought... twice). Todd, on the other hand, is getting excited. He wants to decorate inside and out, and let kids come in the house to do a tour. Surely we can come to some compromise! I don't want herds of children wandering through my home for hours on end. Wait a second... I have that every day! Now, that's scary! I don't know yet what Eric and Travis are doing for Hallowe'en - they both say they're too old to dress up, but it's not hard to tell that they would love to. Travis is thinking of going to the &lt;a href="http://www.easterseals.nf.ca/harbourhaunt/"&gt;Harbour Haunt&lt;/a&gt; this year. I've never gone, the line up is usually too long for impatient me, but I've heard it's really good. Maybe one day I'll go for it. I think Eric will be playing a show with one of his bands - he would love a recipe for fake blood if anyone has a good one (the last batch we tried came out looking like berry jelly - purple and gelatinous jelly). Jamie can't make up his mind for a costume, which means we'll be scrambling at the last minute, as usual. Todd has already gotten a costume for Caitlyn, since she'll probably be helping to answer the door all night. She had a dress rehearsal just this past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/lilwitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/lilwitch.jpg" border="0" alt="Pretty Witch" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey - it's after midnight. I'm Forty Years Old now! I thought I was feeling a little old just then. Wonder if Todd is making me a cake this year. Last year was the first time he ever baked anything. Wasn't that sweet - his first foray into baking was especially for me :o) Look at this gorgeous cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/bdcake05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/bdcake05.jpg" border="0" alt="Birthday cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point it said "Happy Birthday Michelle"... but then the frosting melted. Now he knows to let the cake cool first. *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116105780624559829?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116105780624559829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116105780624559829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116105780624559829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116105780624559829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/scary-days-ahead.html' title='Scary days ahead...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116070299168276626</id><published>2006-10-12T22:54:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.352-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Obsession (not) by Calvin Klein</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is... my first attempt to really personalize my blog. I'm not sure if I like it yet, so there will probably be modifications, because I am obsessed. With what, you may ask. I answer: with whatever catches my attention at the moment. These days they call that OCD, don't they? No matter; it is just too much fun trying to figure out solutions to design and function problems. Maybe my brain isn't completely used up yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116070299168276626?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116070299168276626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116070299168276626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116070299168276626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116070299168276626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/obsession-not-by-calvin-klein.html' title='Obsession (not) by Calvin Klein'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-116067348402215372</id><published>2006-10-12T13:43:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.218-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Need a proper exclamatory statement...</title><content type='html'>How about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/holycow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/holycow.0.jpg" border="0" alt="Holy cow!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy lately, it's insane! All I wanna do is play on my computer, but I hardly ever get a chance. Caitlyn is becoming a very demanding little person, always expecting all eyes to be on her. Luckily, she is very cute, and keeping all eyes on her is an easy job. Unluckily, it means that not many other jobs get done around here. Todd's been pretty busy too... he has to build a room in the rec-room area for Eric. Before he can do that, he has to build book shelves so that we can put away all the books we have, to make enough space to build the room. Then, he has to work on a little space we have set aside for Caitlyn's nursery - so far she's been staying in our room (I would say "sleeping" in our room, but she doesn't do as much of that as she should!). He better hurry up, though - his paternity leave ends some time in January!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I have time for right now - it will soon be time to go get boys from school, and then shopping for a new freezer (a whole story in itself). If I had just a little more energy, you might think I'm whipping around like a tornado. Really, I probably look a little more like dirty sink water slowly spinning my way through a mostly-clogged drain. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-116067348402215372?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/116067348402215372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=116067348402215372' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116067348402215372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/116067348402215372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/need-proper-exclamatory-statement.html' title='Need a proper exclamatory statement...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115996494499107296</id><published>2006-10-04T09:57:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:24.091-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Test - Inspired by NanNan</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="1" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#E6CFD9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asked to allow an Active-X thingy... just say yes, I promise it won't hurt :o) Hopefully, when you click the start button on the little console, you'll hear music. Mike, I used the song you composed for &lt;i&gt;O God,My God&lt;/i&gt;... just say the word, and I can find something else to put here  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED SRC="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/10/4/260871/O_God_My_God.mp3" title="O_God_My_God.mp3" width="120" height="15" HIDDEN="false" AUTOSTART="false" loop="false" volume="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115996494499107296?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115996494499107296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115996494499107296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115996494499107296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115996494499107296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/test-inspired-by-nannan.html' title='A Test - Inspired by NanNan'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115991747017010488</id><published>2006-10-03T20:21:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:23.962-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Just Foolin' Around - Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="1" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFF280"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending a fair bit of time on my computer lately, but not much of that writing my own blog (just checking out others'). I want to learn to write CSS (cascading style sheets), so that I can create my own templates for blogs. So, as required by my own obsessive nature, I have been feverishly surfing the 'net, looking at other CSS templates (some are really nice!!) and studying at the &lt;a href="http://www.w3schools.com/default.asp"&gt;W3 Schools&lt;/a&gt;. Just check out &lt;a href="http://www.csszengarden.com/"&gt;Zen Garden&lt;/a&gt; to see what I'm talking about. I don't mean to imply I aspire to their standards, but I sure would like to know how they do it! The only problem is that once a compulsion hits me, I have a real hard time un-focussing - kids and dogs starve, dishes and laundry pile up (more than usual), babies sit in motionless swings waiting for someone to wind them up, my legs grow hairier.... it's just not pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else here is fine, all doing their own thing - Eric has been jamming quite a bit, getting ready for a big Hallowe'en show, Jamie is at cadets tonight, doing some shooting, Travis is at work (A&amp;W), and Todd is playing guitar for Caitlyn (his captive audience, as it were). For a few minutes, I can do what I want! So, I better get back to it - I got some CSS to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115991747017010488?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115991747017010488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115991747017010488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115991747017010488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115991747017010488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-foolin-around-revisited.html' title='Just Foolin&apos; Around - Revisited'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115945538815655830</id><published>2006-09-28T12:12:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:23.825-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Just Hanging Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="1" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFFFC0"&gt;Not much new going on here - which is probably a good thing! Caitlyn is learning to assert herself quite loudly now; she doesn't cry, she yells. If you don't figure out what she wants in a timely manner, she makes sure to express her displeasure at great length, right to your face. It's kind of cute, actually... I suppose it won't be so cute eventually. She is learning to sit up herself, which makes diaper changing an adventure, but she hates spending time on her belly, so I don't know how she'll learn to crawl! Television is becoming more interesting to her, too - we'll have to be careful what's on the family TV from now on. She loves watching TV with her big brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/tv%20together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/tv%20together.jpg" border="0" alt="Comfy chair" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115945538815655830?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115945538815655830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115945538815655830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115945538815655830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115945538815655830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-hanging-around.html' title='Just Hanging Around'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115924839477453073</id><published>2006-09-26T02:40:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:23.704-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Few Health Questions and Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="1" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFFF80"&gt;Just thought I'd throw in a quick post with some very helpful health Q&amp;A I've come across. It just may change your life - I know it did for me :o)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!...Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around themiddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFFF80"&gt;Enjoy life, friends and loved ones - stay healthy :o)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115924839477453073?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115924839477453073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115924839477453073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115924839477453073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115924839477453073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-health-questions-and-answers.html' title='A Few Health Questions and Answers'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115887769949090884</id><published>2006-09-21T19:45:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:23.576-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Great Hunter has Returned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="1" bordercolor="blue" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they made it home safely, and with lots of bottled moose. The sausages, roasts and steaks will have to wait 'til next week, when the butcher in Burin is finished with the meat. They all had fun, and seem to have gotten the urge to shoot out of their systems for now. See how happy they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/hunters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/hunters.jpg" border="0" alt="Hail the Great Hunters!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie had to get an emergency hair cut today - Cadets are up and running again for the year. His hair is so easy to take care of when he's in cadets... don't even have to comb it! Looks nice, too, in my opinion. I don't think Eric would do well in cadets at all...&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/hairyeric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/hairyeric.jpg" border="0" alt="One Hairy Eric" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go... I downloaded a trial version of Painter Essentials last night, and it needs to be played with. It can turn regular photos into works of art (meaning they look like they have been hand painted). Lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115887769949090884?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115887769949090884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115887769949090884' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115887769949090884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115887769949090884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-hunter-has-returned.html' title='The Great Hunter has Returned!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115875846846344944</id><published>2006-09-20T10:49:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:23.266-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Look at my brain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=1 bordercolor="navy" cellspacing=5 cellpadding=10&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Brain is 80% Female, 20% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;I think with my heart, not my head&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, I am a giver&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of me!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&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/28688137-115875846846344944?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115875846846344944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115875846846344944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115875846846344944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115875846846344944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-at-my-brain.html' title='Look at my brain!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115871951070160179</id><published>2006-09-19T23:59:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:23.147-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Idle hands, and all that</title><content type='html'>Notice anything different? You should... the last template was, well... um... &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;. I decided I wanted something different, but I am not sure where I want to go with it. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method=post action=http://abh0.2.pollhost.com/&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor="silver" cellpadding=1 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 width=150 bgcolor="white" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What colour-theme should my blog use?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;blues&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;greens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;tans and beiges&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=4&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;grays&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=5&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;reds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=6&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;pinks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=7&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;yellows&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=8&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;purples&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type=submit value=Vote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;input type=submit name=view value=View&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" colspan=2 align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-2 color="black"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.pollhost.com/&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Todd called last night. They have got their moose, and will be heading over to his Dad's place to clean it and cut it up (yuck). Hopefully he'll be home in another day or so. He says he took lots of photos - anyone want to see chopped up dead animal? Not me!! Maybe once we have a nice roast with vegetables and gravy, I will take a picture to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh - Caitlyn is stirring. Time for me to go again. A Mom's work is never done, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115871951070160179?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115871951070160179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115871951070160179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115871951070160179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115871951070160179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/idle-hands-and-all-that.html' title='Idle hands, and all that'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115855073333967934</id><published>2006-09-18T01:08:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.991-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Playing with video...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s109.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/ikkimlil/busygirl_0001.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115855073333967934?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115855073333967934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115855073333967934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115855073333967934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115855073333967934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/playing-with-video.html' title='Playing with video...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115843548061902534</id><published>2006-09-16T16:51:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.873-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Got to get me moose, b'y</title><content type='html'>Todd is off to the great Northern Peninsula with his Dad and brother-in-law, for a few days of moose hunting. He was so excited last night, it was like watching a little kid getting ready for a party! He'll only be gone a few days, but he took enough gear to start a small town... well, a small outpost, anyway. He's not the greatest hunter in the world, but he heard there's lots of moose up north... hopefully they'll find a spot like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/ManyMoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/ManyMoose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely he'd be able to hit at least one?! *Tee hee hee* I hope he does get something, though - I actually like moose meat. Mmmmmmm - moose sausages, bottled moose, roast moose, moose stew, moose steaks.... ~drool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's gone, I think I'll run out to Pier 1 and buy as many tacky nick-nacks as I can, as a welcome home gift for him *mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa* I need to hit Winners and Costco too. I just love shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/pier1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/pier1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115843548061902534?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115843548061902534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115843548061902534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115843548061902534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115843548061902534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/got-to-get-me-moose-by.html' title='Got to get me moose, b&apos;y'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115823534554964383</id><published>2006-09-14T09:12:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.726-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Another year begun...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have a few minutes to myself, so here I am! The boys are in school, and Todd has taken Caitlyn to her appointment to get her 2nd set of needles. I took her last time, and I almost couldn't bear it when she cried - that was the first time I had really heard her cry from pain. Horrible! So, I made Todd take her today. I may have to console both of them when they get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first full week of school is almost over, and things seem to be going well. Eric and Travis are both pretty happy with their courses. High school here is loosely organized like university; students have to pick 1st, 2nd, or 3rd year courses from a whole catalogue of choices, so their course load is pretty much custom made (aside from the basic required ones, like English, Math, etc.). Eric wanted to take a 3rd year music course, but there weren't enough students, so it was cancelled; he chose business and some kind of career development thing instead, so that might be interesting. Travis' favorite pick so far is an introductory law course... like he needs instruction in arguing!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie has the same homeroom teacher he had last year, so he'll have a hard time convincing her he should be sent home 'cause he's sick - she has caught on to his cute, eyelash-batting tricks! She seems to be a good teacher, though - easy to get in touch with, and she likes Jamie, so she keeps an interest in what he's doing. Our goal this year is to get through every single week without missing one day of school. He already tried to skip off today, claiming a sore throat, but I girded my loins, and forced him out the door anyway. Hopefully the school will not be calling by lunch time for me to go get him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly making my way through all the boxes I packed last winter, finding my stuff and getting this house all home-y. Todd's not a big fan of nick nacks, but I am showing him the error of his ways. His cousin was over not too long ago, and said it wasn't hard to see Todd was living with a woman - he has finally evolved from "early bachelor pad" decorating! Believe it or not, one year, Todd and Travis had decorated their Christmas tree with beer bottles and plastic ornaments from a vodka company. ~sigh~ Yep, they needed me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a pic taken last month, in a hotel room in Ottawa. Behold the mighty baby girl who stands with only the slightest assistance from a big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/stander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/stander.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115823534554964383?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115823534554964383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115823534554964383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115823534554964383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115823534554964383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-year-begun.html' title='Another year begun...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115741295405377666</id><published>2006-09-04T20:52:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.585-03:30</updated><title type='text'>This'n'that</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot going on, other than laundry. For some reason, it doesn't matter how many times I fill the washer, I still have more to go. It will never end, I fear! Just when I thought I was nearing the end of the pile, I opened the closet door of the laundry room, and found Travis' secret stash of dirty clothes; apparently he stuffed them there while cleaning his room. *aaaaaargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, boys will be going back to school on Wednesday. None of them are actually ready... we haven't bought a darn thing :o) Eric and Travis are going into grade 11 and Jamie is starting grade 8. How come everyone is getting older but me? By the way, Jamie now wishes to be addressed as James or Jimmy from now on. I know right now that I will not be able to remember that... he will always be my l'il Jamie :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the news about the Crocodile Hunter - I feel for his wife and kids. After all the risks he's taken, it really seems unfair that a stingray would be his undoing. I think if I were her, I would not want to be hearing "oh well, he died doing what he loved"... he shouldn't have died at all. I can't even imagine how hard it would be for someone to have to deal with this in the public eye, either. It's all just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better show a photo to make us feel better. Here's Caitlyn and Jamie, admiring each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/babylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/babylove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115741295405377666?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115741295405377666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115741295405377666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115741295405377666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115741295405377666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/09/thisnthat.html' title='This&apos;n&apos;that'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115702965826983377</id><published>2006-08-31T10:13:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.457-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again, Jiggity Jig</title><content type='html'>Whew - it's been forever since I've been able to blog! I have so much to catch up on, I may have to neglect my household responsibilities for a while :o) It's nice to be home again... and the house is still standing (quite a bit messier, but at least still standing). To the best of my knowledge, there have been no fires, no visits by policemen, no crazy parties under Eric's rule. Lots of dog pee, though *ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the wedding was nice - Todd's brother Brad is now married to his long-time live-in girlfriend Michlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/bradmich2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/bradmich2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were married in a big, catholic-churchy affair, in 200-degree-C weather (no air-conditioning), lots of standing, kneeling, sitting, kneeling, standing, etc. Then, the 652 photos afterward, in the burning sun. Then, the huge dinner (the food was really good!), a million toasts, lots of wine. Then, the obligatory dance, with the tacky emcee, silly games, bad music, drunk relatives, crazy dancing, tired kids running around, and so on. Then, the drunken revelry in various hotel rooms, until everybody finally collapsed. Fun, no? Hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn enjoyed the dance - she loves music, and the lights were fascinating to her. She was pretty darn cute in her party dresses (she had to change the first one after spitting up all over herself, and Todd's suit jacket, incidentally). She was the belle of the ball... after the bride, of course :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/caitdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/caitdad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little bit of site-seeing in Ottawa - not as much as we wanted to, but we did make it to the Museum of Science and Technology, the War Museum, and the Museum of Civilization. Jamie and Travis had a good time at the hotel, in the "water park" - a swimming pool that had a wave-maker and a water slide. We drove a million miles to see Paul and Silvia in Borden, ended up staying two nights. Paul and Todd had fun, but I don't know if Silvia will be wanting us to drop in again any time soon! On the trip home, we stopped in New Brunswick to visit Dad and Dianne, and managed to have a short lunch visit with my Mommy. Final stop was in Cape Breton, for another wedding reception for Brad and Mich - more dancing to bad music while drinking excessive amounts of alcohol. It was fun, though. Sadly, I couldn't get many photos of the trip, because my camera broke just moments before the wedding began! So, I have to wait for others to send me copies of their photos... ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta get a coffee, and see if Caitlyn is where I left her *ha ha ha* Oh, and I must catch up on all my family's blogs :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115702965826983377?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115702965826983377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115702965826983377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115702965826983377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115702965826983377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html' title='Home again, home again, Jiggity Jig'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115558169418995438</id><published>2006-08-14T16:24:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.344-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Just foolin' around</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Miss Piggy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/miss-piggy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge - even if people don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the "little people" get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&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/28688137-115558169418995438?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115558169418995438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115558169418995438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115558169418995438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115558169418995438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-foolin-around.html' title='Just foolin&apos; around'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115551761333148419</id><published>2006-08-13T22:08:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.236-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah - I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by NanNan&lt;br /&gt;One book that changed your life: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/0618057072/sr=1-1/qid=1155516819/ref=sr_1_1/702-6032148-5878426?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you have read more than once: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/0671741039/sr=1-1/qid=1155516611/ref=sr_1_1/702-6032148-5878426?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Swan Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you would want on a desert island: Baha’I prayer book&lt;br /&gt;One book that made you laugh: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/0312045867/sr=1-11/qid=1155516732/ref=sr_1_11/702-6032148-5878426?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Uncle John's Bathroom Reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book that made you cry: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/reader/0060969741/ref=sib_dp_pt/702-6032148-5878426#reader-link"&gt;Companion Through the Darkness: Inner Dialogues on Grief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you wish had been written: Owners Manual for Every Child You've Ever Had&lt;br /&gt;One book you wish had never been written: Mein Kampf&lt;br /&gt;One book you are currently reading: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/074345393X/sr=1-4/qid=1155517124/ref=sr_1_4/702-6032148-5878426?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Quantum Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you have been meaning to read: Koran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew - that actually made me think! I need to go lie down now *hehehehe* I'm not going to bother tagging five other people with this, since we all know the same bloggers :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115551761333148419?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115551761333148419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115551761333148419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115551761333148419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115551761333148419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-yeah-ive-been-tagged.html' title='Oh Yeah - I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115534191465684428</id><published>2006-08-11T21:36:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:22.126-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Newsy-news (no film at 11)</title><content type='html'>Well, the house on Brookfield Road has been sold, the deal closed Friday, money has been handed over, and I won't be going there anymore. It is a relief to have that finished (all the renovations, etc.), but at the same time, there is a strange sense that something is missing. This week was stressful, 'cause the deal was supposed to close tuesday, but things got confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also trying to get ready for the big trip to Ontario next week for Todd's brother's wedding. We scrambled around the whole city Friday, looking for a roof rack and carrier that would fit my car and yet not cost more than the car itself. Finally ended up getting the rack at the Toyota dealership, at surprisingly less cost than expected. So, tomorrow, it's wash all the laundry and get it packed and stuffed into the car. Todd, Travis and Jamie are leaving for the Argentia ferry tomorrow night around 9pm. Caitlyn and I are flying to Montreal on Thursday afternoon. Then, after the wedding, we are going to see if we can visit Paul and Silvia for a night. Then, we head back east, stopping in New Brunswick and Nova Scotia along the way to Cape Breton. Gonna be a long drive... Boy, I hope we survive that! Eric's band is playing in a couple shows, so he will be allowed to stay home, on the condition that he takes proper care of the house and dogs. He will have some supervision - Todd's cousin lives just down the street, and will be dropping in randomly :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Caitlyn has been smiling like crazy lately, and she's learning how to laugh. She sucks in a bit too much air when she laughs and ends up coughing and sneezing - it's funny! She is still the prettiest little girl in Newfoundland, by the way. And I am not biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/laughin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/laughin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115534191465684428?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115534191465684428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115534191465684428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115534191465684428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115534191465684428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/newsy-news-no-film-at-11.html' title='Newsy-news (no film at 11)'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115444832005569395</id><published>2006-08-01T13:35:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.988-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Just One More (I promise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAEAEA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Jelly Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/jelly-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're a little rounder than most folks - but it's only in the right places!&lt;br /&gt;You maintain a clean exterior, even if you're all messy on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;You think you're the best, and that's mostly true...&lt;br /&gt;But remember, you're just an empty shell without your jelly!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are 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/28688137-115444832005569395?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115444832005569395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115444832005569395' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115444832005569395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115444832005569395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-just-one-more-i-promise.html' title='Ok, Just One More (I promise)'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115444821177342059</id><published>2006-08-01T13:32:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.874-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Another BlogThing</title><content type='html'>Just for the heck of it, I followed the link from Mike's Blog to uncover my hidden talent. What do you think, is this me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&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/28688137-115444821177342059?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115444821177342059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115444821177342059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115444821177342059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115444821177342059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-blogthing.html' title='Another BlogThing'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115444774466037705</id><published>2006-08-01T13:09:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.751-03:30</updated><title type='text'>It Runs in the Family</title><content type='html'>I have made a recent discovery while looking through some photos of Todd's family... I have scanned the relevant photos, and invite you to take a look and see if you can spot the particular trait Todd and his children have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 1: Todd himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/toddtongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/toddtongue.jpg" border="0" alt="Father Tongue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 2: First child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/tongueboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/tongueboy.jpg" border="0" alt="Son Tongue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 3: Second child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/tonguegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/tonguegirl.jpg" border="0" alt="Daughter Tongue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first it was a weird coincidence, but now that Caitlyn is exhibiting the same trait, I know it's a genetic thing. These Inkpens are saucy!! Maybe I'll do more research, and see if any of the other Inkpens suffer from this genetic anomoly. I may even be able to track it's origins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115444774466037705?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115444774466037705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115444774466037705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115444774466037705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115444774466037705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-runs-in-family.html' title='It Runs in the Family'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115436559139070787</id><published>2006-07-31T14:35:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.653-03:30</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Shall Have No Title</title><content type='html'>Really, it's just bits and pieces of news, nothing all that important. So, Caitlyn's napping in her wind-up swing, Eric is at a friend's house, Travis is at work, Jamie is at "boot camp" and Todd is sanding the deck. It's my time to Blog! Sadly, I don't actually have all that much to say :o) I finally got to see the movie "The Corpse Bride"... it was enjoyable, but I don't think it was as good as "The Nightmare Before Christmas" (which I watched so many times I think I can do the whole dialogue, songs and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another picture to post today, Caitlyn and her Grampy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/grampycait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/grampycait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look pretty content together :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some sadness here, though - Kitty has been missing for about a week now. He went out one day, and just has not returned. We've called the shelters to let them know to keep an eye out for him, and today I guess I'll have to call the animal hospitals to see if anyone brought him in. I miss him! We've had him for about 10 years. Jamie is going to be very upset when he gets back from camp. All I can do is hope that Kitty finds his way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better try and grab some lunch while things are quiet here. And so, I bid you Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115436559139070787?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115436559139070787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115436559139070787' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115436559139070787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115436559139070787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-blog-shall-have-no-title.html' title='This Blog Shall Have No Title'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115384975492699433</id><published>2006-07-25T15:13:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.555-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy is not pretty</title><content type='html'>I am envious - NanNan et. al. have gone camping! It's been ages since I've done any camping; I have a new tent, bought last year, and it has never even been put up! I want to go camping *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* It's just so much fun, having campfires, walking in the woods, swimming, relaxing away from phones. But, you know what my favorite part is? This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/640/kejipotty.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/kejipotty.3.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;An actual potty from Keji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope NanNan and gang are having fun, and I look forward to the stories when she gets back :o)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115384975492699433?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115384975492699433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115384975492699433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115384975492699433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115384975492699433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/07/jealousy-is-not-pretty_25.html' title='Jealousy is not pretty'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115356587625798502</id><published>2006-07-22T08:17:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.310-03:30</updated><title type='text'>My Boy's Done Growed Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;My Hillbilly Name Is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F9F9F9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hillbillynamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bobbie Jean Walker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hillbillynamegenerator/"&gt;Hillbilly Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie has left the nest (for the next two weeks, anyway) - and he almost did it without so much as a hug good-bye! Kyle's Mom had to holler at him to come back and say good-bye as he ran for the airport gate. ~Sigh~ See how happy he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/armykid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to bed for me... Caitlyn was not particularly cooperative last night, and insisted on sleeping smack-dab in the middle of the big bed. I think she'll be a great form of birth control if this keeps up (not too much information, was that? hehehehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115356587625798502?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115356587625798502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115356587625798502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115356587625798502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115356587625798502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-boys-done-growed-up.html' title='My Boy&apos;s Done Growed Up!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115353563795521178</id><published>2006-07-21T23:49:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.202-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Piccy's, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Hello, Blog-World! How exciting, to be here in the computer room, in front of my computer, with my computer all to myself! I am beside myself with happiness. Well, not literally beside myself, that would just be creepy :o) Anyway, I have the strangest sense that people want to see a few photos. . . Perhaps I will reveal a couple. But only after you have been forced to read tonight's blog in its entirety *mwa ha ha haaaaaa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jamie is off to cadet boot camp tomorrow morning. Here it is heading for midnight, and he's just putting his laundry in the dryer now. I am supposed to be helping him pack, and here I am, fooling around with the computer. We love to procrastinate - it adds a certain kind of spice to our lives :o) He'll be gone to Gagetown, NB, for two weeks. This will be the longest he's ever been away from home - I hope he does ok. I suppose I will spend the whole two weeks worrying, while he, on the other hand, will totally forget about me whilst doing the army thing. It should be fun for him - it's right up his alley, with all the sports and target shooting and mountain climbing and so on. I got him a little disposable camera, so I hope he gets some shots we can share when he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn is still confused about the difference between night and day - she refused to go to sleep until 4am last night, and she's fussing like crazy right now. Poor Todd is getting frustrated 'cause he paid for a movie that he can't hear very well... Good thing she's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should check on the progress of Jamie's packing, I guess. Man, we have to get up early tomorrow morning *ugh* Good night all :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/july1801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/july1802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115353563795521178?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115353563795521178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115353563795521178' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115353563795521178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115353563795521178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/07/piccys-part-deux.html' title='Piccy&apos;s, Part Deux'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115288537302798937</id><published>2006-07-14T11:03:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:21.092-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Sneaking a minute in...</title><content type='html'>The competition here is getting stiff - way too many people want to use these computers (we have three in the house)! So, I have to sneak in here while the others are distracted with the baby *mwa ha ha ha ha* Speaking of Caitlyn, she had a very fussy day yesterday - she just got her first set of needles, one in each leg, and it ruined her whole day. Hopefully she'll feel better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool and rainy today - finally can move around without getting soaked with sweat. Us old girls just can't handle the heat anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better get back to the others before they notice I'm gone. Besides, I have to see if Todd is making breakfast yet ~smirk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/toddtongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115288537302798937?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115288537302798937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115288537302798937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115288537302798937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115288537302798937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/07/sneaking-minute-in.html' title='Sneaking a minute in...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115179121353672277</id><published>2006-07-01T16:48:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.967-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day Goings-on</title><content type='html'>It's sunny, warm and breezy - perfect for a Canada Day Bar-B-Que :o) Todd has invited a couple of his friends over, Eric and Jamie have their friends here, Travis' girlfriend is here - about 9 people! That's a huge crowd for me... generally, I prefer no people! How will I fit my nap in?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115179121353672277?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115179121353672277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115179121353672277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115179121353672277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115179121353672277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/07/canada-day-goings-on.html' title='Canada Day Goings-on'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115155549547746807</id><published>2006-06-29T01:46:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.850-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is strange</title><content type='html'>Jamie and I were chatting today, and he said he still finds it so strange how things have changed so much, so quickly. He still remembers life before his Dad got sick, and how hard it was just after Max died; yet, here we are, in a completely new life, almost as if by magic. It's not just life that is strange, but the perception of time. Sometimes, for both Jamie and me, it seems like just yesterday that we were a family of four, with no idea of how easily everything can be turned upside down. Then we look at where we are now, and are amazed - we have a new house, a new baby, more people and dogs and relatives... We had no idea we'd end up here. Luckily, this seems to be a good place to be. Still, Jamie and I agree, we had to give up an awful lot to get to this place, and we can't help but wonder how life would be now if nothing had changed in the first place. For me, today in particular has been spent thinking about that... on June 28, 1986, Max and I were married. We knew we would be doing something really special for our 20th anniversary - but, here I am, one remembering for two. I hope where ever he is, he is remembering, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/ourkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="June 28,1986" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/ourkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115155549547746807?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115155549547746807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115155549547746807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115155549547746807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115155549547746807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-strange.html' title='Life is strange'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115142958908223179</id><published>2006-06-27T14:45:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.745-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Stealing a minute</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be over at Brookfield Road with Todd and Eric, but I sent them on ahead with the promise that I would go over when Caitlyn finishes her lunch. I lied!! I have been trying to get some computer time in, so since she's having her after-lunch snooze, I will take advantage, and steal a minute for myself :o) Oh, I have put some of the house renovation shots into my Yahoo photo album - just click on the folder called &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mjohnson@nl.rogers.com/my_photos"&gt;Renovations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;With any luck, the house will be ready within a week or so... It has been taking forever, and we are starting to feel the crunch - gotta get the thing sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/babybear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn has been a little fussier than usual the last couple days - she has a little Thrush in her mouth, so now she gets some yucky, really, really yellow liquid to take orally and then spit up onto everything in sight. Why, oh why, do they have to add such brilliant colours to baby medicines?! Obviously, none of the medicine makers have to clean up after spitty babies! Anywhy, other than that, she is doing fine, staying awake a little longer now after feeding, and looking around alot. The doctor says she is really alert for her "corrected" age (how old she would be now if she had been born at the proper time, which is about 3 weeks). She's just a smart little cookie :o) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I better get ready to go help Todd and Eric - although I really don't feel like doing any work today. It is nice and sunny out, instead of wet and muggy, for the first time in days. I want to lay around in the sun, and smell the fresh cut grass of the neighbors' lawns (note: not our lawn, which cannot be called freshly cut by any stretch of the imagination!). Ah well, I've put it off long enough - time to go. Until later, mes amis :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115142958908223179?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115142958908223179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115142958908223179' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115142958908223179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115142958908223179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/stealing-minute.html' title='Stealing a minute'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115099636640206548</id><published>2006-06-22T14:26:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.630-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Back from Burin and Busy as Ever</title><content type='html'>Lots going on here lately - Todd seems to think that nice weather means I should get out of bed and do "stuff"! We took a trip to the Burin Peninsula last weekend to visit Todd's parents for Father's Day; it was a decent trip, sunny and warm. The drive is only about three and a half hours, and we stopped halfway for a snack. Caitlyn seems to be a good traveller so far - hope so, 'cause we are supposed to go to Ontario in August for a wedding! It seems from this picture that she doesn't like travelling, but once the car gets moving, she calms right down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/carriercrier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry that her eyes are closed in this shot - I don't think we've caught her with them open yet! Anyway, I will share a photo of the fabulous fish I caught while in Burin... boy, we had some good eating that night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/tinyfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, gotta get back to work... Time to stuff Caitlyn back into her carrier and drag her and the boys over to the old house. I'll have some photos of the work in progress later on. See ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115099636640206548?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115099636640206548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115099636640206548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115099636640206548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115099636640206548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-burin-and-busy-as-ever.html' title='Back from Burin and Busy as Ever'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115028650412654768</id><published>2006-06-14T09:23:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.542-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Piccy's</title><content type='html'>To satisfy her clamouring, adoring audience, Caitlyn has graciously agreed to pose for a few candid photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/lilsleeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/lilsleeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the towel under her little head. That is a sad attempt to protect our bed from her unceasing spit up. She has just fed here, and is very much like a full water balloon - one false move, and she'll gush like Ol' Faithful. Another note: she is out like a light, and this was taken at 8:30 am. Why can't she be like this at 11:30 pm?! I'll have to take a picture of her during her late evening/night fussy-fit, so you can all see how one can go from beauty to the beast :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a closer look, shall we? You might be able to see a little spit up on her arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/spittybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/spittybaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck a shot of Todd relaxing (or is it collapsing) after trying to sooth a fussy Caitlyn last night. He doesn't look very comfortable to me, but each to his own, I guess :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/comfy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115028650412654768?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115028650412654768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115028650412654768' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115028650412654768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115028650412654768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/piccys.html' title='Piccy&apos;s'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-115020328052039682</id><published>2006-06-13T10:10:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.419-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning: This blog contains graphic text describing bodily emissions, and may not be suitable for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That having been said... Holy cow, can Caitlyn ever spit up! She's managed to hit just about every surface in the house, both horizontal and vertical. She sits in your lap looking all cute and innocent, but it's a trick, to lure you in closer for a kiss. Once you're in range, look out! She can shoot three streams at once by using her mouth and both nostrils. She can projectile spit-up a shockingly long distance. She can spit up completely silently, carefully waiting for the moment when you look away - as soon as your eyes leave her face, a strange, warm wetness flows all over your hands/arms/shoulder, etc. She can spit up with amazing accuracy, usually aiming for either the inside of her jammies, or the inside of your jammies - whichever will be the most disgusting and difficult to clean at that particular instance. She can aerosolize her spit up, so that your glasses are coated with a fine spray. She can spit up while simultaneously feeding. It's crazy, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, she's awfully cute :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/baby_signsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-115020328052039682?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/115020328052039682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=115020328052039682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115020328052039682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/115020328052039682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/adventures-with-baby.html' title='Adventures with Baby'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114986269773529629</id><published>2006-06-09T11:45:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.261-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of houses...</title><content type='html'>So, just before going to bed, I check out the FamBlogs (our Family Blogs, for short). TravelingMan is back from Alberta with photos of the old homestead, and NanNan comments on how houses were once homes. I think to myself: I know that my house on Brookfield Road was a home for my family; as we are fixing it up for sale, I realize just how hard it will be to let it go. Of course, it was the first house I ever actually owned, so that probably makes it harder... Now we are learning how to turn this new house into a home, with a few extra people and animals thrown in to make it a real challenge. We have been in this house for almost four months now, and it is only recently that I am able to call it home - ie. "Let's drop in to Dairy Queen before we go home." I think it has been easier for Todd and Travis, because they didn't have the same association with their house as I and my boys did/do with ours. For us, the house on Brookfield Road feels like the only physical connection we have with Max - his hand was in every room of that house. Eric and Jamie both appreciated and were proud that their Dad had built their bedrooms specifically for them. As for myself, I feel reluctant to leave the place where I last saw Max alive, the place he so wanted to be when he drew his last breath. So, now I have to let go of the house, and learn to trust that Max is with me where ever I go. He did tell me that it's just a house - I should learn to listen to him!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look what happens when I read an innocent comment! My crazy head is gonna get me into trouble one of these days :o) I better get on with my housework before I find something else to set me off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114986269773529629?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114986269773529629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114986269773529629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114986269773529629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114986269773529629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/speaking-of-houses.html' title='Speaking of houses...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114977038967611033</id><published>2006-06-08T10:00:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:20.140-03:30</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Just Me</title><content type='html'>I found a little column in our weekly free paper, &lt;a href="http://www.theexpress.ca"&gt;The Express&lt;/a&gt; that helped reassure me that I am not a crazy lady. Before Max died, I tended to think that people who claimed to receive "signs" from the dead were just a little wacko, you know, a biscuit or two short of a dozen. Since then, though, I have had experiences of my own that made me wonder. It was kind of nice to read this column and know that I am not entirely insane (or at least, not for this reason *wink*). Anyway, I will share it with you here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;After a lot of soul searching, I started asking "why" things were the way they were. At one point, I remember reading about life after death. In one book, it said if you want to connect with a passed loved one, it’s as simple as asking them to send you a sign. My mother had died when I was a child and I was desperate for some guidance. Half believing it would happen and half thinking I was losing my mind, I tried it. I asked Mom to send me a sign. I asked for a butterfly. No sooner did I think it when a large, loppy Monarch butterfly fluttered past me. Refusing to believe it was meant for me, I kept pushing my luck and upping my request until I finally asked for the impossible. I wanted a purple butterfly. If I didn’t get it, then without a doubt, it would confirm that no one ‘up there’ was listening. I didn’t get one. I got a cloud of them. Ever since, I get purple butterflies every time I need reassurance. It’s just one of those things in my life that has remained constant. To me, that’s one of my life’s little miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Kielley&lt;br /&gt;Have a miracle to share with Kim Kielley?&lt;br /&gt;Contact her at kkielley@theexpress.ca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114977038967611033?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114977038967611033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114977038967611033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114977038967611033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114977038967611033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-not-just-me.html' title='It&apos;s Not Just Me'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114960386515799368</id><published>2006-06-06T11:43:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.989-03:30</updated><title type='text'>So much to do...</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be busy busy busy, but I am doing the best that I can to avoid my "chores"! I should be calling around looking for estimates on sanding and refinishing hardwood floors, then calling Toyota to get tires rotated, parts put back on (which I managed to knock off over the winter), and brakes looked at. I have laundry waiting to be washed, laundry waiting to be folded, and laundry waiting to be put away. I have a dishwasher waiting to be emptied, and a pile of dirty dishes waiting to go into the (currently full) dishwasher. I have a puddle of dog pee at the top of the stairs drying as I type. I haven't gotten dressed yet, and Caitlyn needs a bath. I have to unload my car so that I can drive over to the house on Brookfield Road and load it up again.  I have a few plants dying in their containers waiting for me to plant them in the ground. All of this, and what am I doing? Why, I am sipping a nice cold Pepsi, flicking through other people's blogs, fooling around with my own :o) I really do have my priorities... just don't tell Todd! As Eric likes to say, "I'll procrastinate tomorrow..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114960386515799368?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114960386515799368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114960386515799368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114960386515799368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114960386515799368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-much-to-do.html' title='So much to do...'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114921562459094218</id><published>2006-06-01T23:50:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.800-03:30</updated><title type='text'>New Newest Driver and News</title><content type='html'>Well, now we are really in for it... Eric also has passed the written test, and has his beginners' permit to drive. I am worried this will turn into a big competition between the boys... you know, who can do what first, best, etc. Todd and I want to get them both set up in driver's ed, to spare ourselves the stress of having to teach them ourselves. Travis at least has had some experience starting a vehicle and shifting a standard, but poor Eric is a total newbie. I can see it&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/ericburns.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now - Eric learning to get out of our driveway in my Matrix. I think it could look a little like this: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/ericburns.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? There's Eric, in the driver's seat, while my Matrix burns...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I took Caitlyn to the breastfeeding clinic today - she has made it to the 7lb mark!! She is growing like crazy, which is nice to see. Right now, though, she has all these yucky little pimples all over her face. The nurse at the clinic says I have to leave them alone... I am terrible for picking at my children, and I don't know if I will be able to leave the poor baby alone! I will do my best, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I might have exaggerated in the title of this little blog - there really isn't any more news. Each day blurs into the next, with no real discernable difference. But, like they say, no news is good news :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114921562459094218?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114921562459094218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114921562459094218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114921562459094218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114921562459094218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-newest-driver-and-news.html' title='New Newest Driver and News'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114887373756215285</id><published>2006-05-29T00:56:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.628-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Newest driver in town</title><content type='html'>Well, Travis has passed the written test, and now has his beginner's drivers license. Let the games begin! He has been out a couple times in Todd's SUV (which has a standard transmission), and had a spin in his grandparents' car (automatic transmission). He likes theirs better, but if he wants driving time, he'll have to make do with the SUV. His ultimate goal is to drive my sporty 6-speed Matrix... *gulp* Luckily, he can't go anywhere by himself for the next year - &lt;strong&gt;legally&lt;/strong&gt;, that is. Eric is studying the manual, and wants to write the test next week. Imagine, two 16 year olds learning to drive in the same house... What fun. Anyway, here's a shot of the happy Travis, keys in hand (with his Nan (Sharon) Inkpen):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/newdriver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The streets of St. John's will never be the same :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114887373756215285?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114887373756215285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114887373756215285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114887373756215285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114887373756215285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/05/newest-driver-in-town.html' title='Newest driver in town'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114864660531460942</id><published>2006-05-26T09:56:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.413-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Beautifulest Baby Ever!</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeeeere She Is - Miss "I don't know the difference between night and day" (sung to the tune of that stupid song they sing for Miss America) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/SleepyGirl_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/SleepyGirl_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114864660531460942?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114864660531460942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114864660531460942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114864660531460942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114864660531460942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautifulest-baby-ever.html' title='Beautifulest Baby Ever!'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114860807678433127</id><published>2006-05-25T23:08:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.261-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Wha...?</title><content type='html'>Hey! Why am I strangely compelled to keep fooling around with this blog thing? Todd has been teasing me - he says I am a geek and need to get a life, maybe go outside now and then. I would, but I don't have an extension cord long enough to get out the front door :o) He's got a lot of nerve, though - every time we need to make a list, he heads for the Excel... I think a pencil and piece of paper have their uses. Anyway, here's a pic of my darling Eric, just before I call the guys in the white jackets to come and get him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/crazyhangerdude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114860807678433127?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114860807678433127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114860807678433127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114860807678433127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114860807678433127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/05/wha.html' title='Wha...?'/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114851789941379077</id><published>2006-05-24T22:09:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.148-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/1600/5carrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/765/3043/320/5carrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another test, while I have a few minutes to fool around. This is a photo of our new house. Next I have to figure out how to add a title to these posts :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114851789941379077?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114851789941379077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114851789941379077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114851789941379077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114851789941379077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-another-test-while-i-have-few.html' title=''/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28688137.post-114850542694047884</id><published>2006-05-24T18:40:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:19.021-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I should post something here, just to see if it works. Then, myself and some of the resident boys (namely Travis and Eric) will go out for a junk food supper. The other boys (Todd and Jamie) are not home, so they will have to just starve :o) Toodle-ooo for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28688137-114850542694047884?l=still-at-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/feeds/114850542694047884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28688137&amp;postID=114850542694047884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114850542694047884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28688137/posts/default/114850542694047884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-at-it.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-guess-i-should-post-something-here.html' title=''/><author><name>mikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292385649830277621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_astgOq04AyE/RdFC_ovBttI/AAAAAAAAABE/KbrDNpqufkU/s320/mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
