<?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-4674653477198185199</id><updated>2012-02-13T08:23:51.394-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Going Green'/><category term='Friday Confessions'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Organizing'/><category term='Simple'/><category term='Couponing'/><category term='Coaching'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='dog'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Rest'/><category term='working out'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Randomizer'/><category term='memories'/><category term='2012 Resolutions'/><category term='food'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Money'/><category term='love'/><category term='me working'/><category term='Football'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Live Simply-Live Well</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just a 29 year old dreamer and these are my thoughts, dreams, fears, and musings about this thing called life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-4939386717529249377</id><published>2012-02-10T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:38:22.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;1.P and I ate his entire birthday cake in less than 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used P's razor to shave.&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't brush my teeth on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;4. Walking my dog, I picked up his poo in a poo bag, but I didn't want to carry it with me on our hour long walk, and threw it on the ground. A man in his car saw it, and stopped and stared at me until I picked up the poo bag.&lt;br /&gt;5. Yesterday I ate fries, fro-yo,chips,and cookies. And 3 full meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do wrong this week? Fess up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-4939386717529249377?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4939386717529249377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=4939386717529249377&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4939386717529249377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4939386717529249377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday-confessions_10.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-472111264372827743</id><published>2012-02-09T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:08:38.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Cool Kids</title><content type='html'>Do you remember middle school? That horrible horrible time in life when the social cliques were beginning to form, and you were either in or out of the cool kids club.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I was never invited to sit at the cool kids table at lunch. I don't know if it was because I was dressed by my mother every day. Maybe it was because I was that kid that sprinted to each class, dodging groups and open lockers in the hallway. That may have taken my cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quotient&lt;/span&gt; down a couple of notches.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, middle school was not the best experience of my life, and the mental and emotional scars have all been healed.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, something happened. I got invited to the cool kids table. &lt;a href="http://halfdozendaily.typepad.com/my-half-dozen-daily/"&gt;Carla &lt;/a&gt;tagged me, which in effect means that I was given the golden ticket to sit with the popular kids. Carla asked me these questions, and because I am the newbie at the table, I will do exactly as I am told and answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the bravest thing you've had to do in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I went to graduate school and lived on my own for the first time, in a brand new city, where I didn't know anyone. It was hard and scary, but the time I lived alone really taught me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had to wear one colour for the rest of your life, which would it be &amp;amp; why?&lt;br /&gt;Black. It goes with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Coffee, tea, or neither? Favourite flavour?&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have any birthmarks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I used to have a light one on my booty, but I think it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. One thing you regret (if anything) in life?&lt;br /&gt;See this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/regrets.html"&gt;http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/regrets.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you play any instruments? If not, do you regret not learning?&lt;br /&gt;I took piano lessons for YEARS as a child. I hated every single second of it. I blocked everything I learned from my mind, so no. I am not musical at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many REALLY good friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever "dropped out" of anything? Lessons, school, etc...&lt;br /&gt;The only team I was ever cut from was the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade volleyball team. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Smartphone&lt;/span&gt; or "old school" phone?&lt;br /&gt;Old school flip phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How long have you been blogging for?&lt;br /&gt;4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you *LOVE* your job? I mean really love your job? Or is it "just a paycheck"?&lt;br /&gt;I used to. I taught at a Christian school, and it was a great job. My job right now has its ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tagging me Carla! I feel really special. From what the other kids at the table told me, the appropriate response now is to tag a few more people. But, being so new to the table, I will do a huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pas&lt;/span&gt;, and rather than keep it exclusive, I would like to give everyone else the chance to play! If you want to answer the questions that Carla posed to me, do it! Uncool kids unite, we are all part of the cool kids table now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the cool kids don't tell me to leave tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-472111264372827743?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/472111264372827743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=472111264372827743&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/472111264372827743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/472111264372827743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/02/cool-kids.html' title='Cool Kids'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5521075605134123436</id><published>2012-02-05T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:46:11.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Blessing Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u4ED1H8ENc/Ty8hzMe3c2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/G2TwmrDU1W4/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705816416309441378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u4ED1H8ENc/Ty8hzMe3c2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/G2TwmrDU1W4/s200/IMG_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couponer&lt;/span&gt;, I often get items for free or for pennies on the dollar. Sometimes, the items that I get are travel size. I usually hold on to these items and use them when we travel, or I donate them to the food bank.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I came up with the idea to pack little bags full of my travel items and let P, who drives around all the time carry them in his car. When he passes someone on the side of the road, who is in need, he can give this bag to them, and hopefully be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;It's not much, but it is a small gesture to be a blessing to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5521075605134123436?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5521075605134123436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5521075605134123436&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5521075605134123436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5521075605134123436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/02/blessing-bags.html' title='Blessing Bags'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u4ED1H8ENc/Ty8hzMe3c2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/G2TwmrDU1W4/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-255513131145436056</id><published>2012-02-03T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T04:02:58.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my Friday Confessions:&lt;br /&gt;1.I could not find the ice scoop at work, and without thinking I stuck my hand in and fished around for it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I made a cake last night and had about 6 spoonfuls of batter.&lt;br /&gt;3. I ate 75% of my husbands birthday ice cream 2 days before the day. I told him to just have the rest.&lt;br /&gt;4. I overspent on P's birthday this year, and told him not to look at the checking account.&lt;br /&gt;5. I get french kissed by my dog every morning as he jumps on the bed to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fess up, what have you done this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-255513131145436056?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/255513131145436056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=255513131145436056&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/255513131145436056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/255513131145436056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday-confessions.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5530524075866989678</id><published>2012-01-30T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:51:00.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>There is a such thing as a free lunch, and breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkeS-quQLnQ/Tycd8iThs-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4QX1ual7uUc/s1600/Dogs%2Bin%2BAddison%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703560378926085090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkeS-quQLnQ/Tycd8iThs-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4QX1ual7uUc/s200/Dogs%2Bin%2BAddison%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSh2ijDN6es/Tycd7EfyS1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/eKB9ZuReaNg/s1600/New%2BCamera%2BTest%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703560353744571218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSh2ijDN6es/Tycd7EfyS1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/eKB9ZuReaNg/s200/New%2BCamera%2BTest%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have not eaten out much this month because we are participating in Carla's no spend month. There have been a few times we have gone out to eat, but was paid for with my fun money, or P's fun money. We have been really careful with our spending this month, and our bank account is thanking us by growing slowly, but still growing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get two awesome treats this weekend! On Friday there was a new pizza place opening up called Pie 5 and they were offering free personal pizza's and a drink! Score. I stopped by for lunch on Friday, and got the Tree Hugger. It was great! P stopped by for dinner and got his own, and really liked it too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got a free breakfast from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cornerbakery&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday morning. All I had to do was sign us up to get a free &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panini&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;badda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;badda&lt;/span&gt; boom, free breakfast for two.&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten any freebies &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;latley&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5530524075866989678?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5530524075866989678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5530524075866989678&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5530524075866989678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5530524075866989678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-is-such-thing-as-free-lunch-and.html' title='There is a such thing as a free lunch, and breakfast'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkeS-quQLnQ/Tycd8iThs-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4QX1ual7uUc/s72-c/Dogs%2Bin%2BAddison%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7394263020081468838</id><published>2012-01-28T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:23:30.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>The Vortex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally joined the millions of others and given into the great time wasting vortex known as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pintrest&lt;/span&gt;. I waste so many hours of my day looking at that blasted sight, it is not even funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pintrest&lt;/span&gt; is that so much that is posted on there is crafty or creative stuff. Remember, I am the person that calls arts and crafts, arts and craps. I have absolutely no artistic or creative talent in my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pintrest&lt;/span&gt;, I got inspired to tap into my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;creativeish&lt;/span&gt; side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I did something creative I attempted to redo a piece of furniture and ended up burning some skin off, painting the piece a hideous color, spent way too much money fixing my many mistakes, and I had paint in my hair for nearly 2 weeks. I ended up giving the piece to a friend who redid it and it is now beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I saw this on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pintrest&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702841038476144530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYJg5nbUz7s/TySPtaTj75I/AAAAAAAAAYg/fzhrEEKFo5Y/s200/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cake is beautiful and I wanted to recreate it. I went to the store, bought what I needed to make the cake, from scratch and started it about 6:00. I finished around 10:00. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My version, which was doomed from the start ended up being a square brick that did not taste good. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702838093392787762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYupahjuqsY/TySNB_A-OTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/s8wnKympG5s/s200/Pintrest%2BCake%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The measurements were listed in the metric system, and with my 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade math skills, those conversions were somewhat difficult, and probably incorrect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cake ended up being square because I had to cut it from the circular pan because it was thin and burned. The icing was overly sweet, and I got frustrated with the sprinkles so I dumped the canister on the top. The icing looks like it was applied by a blind five year old. The cake was dry and not moist. It was not good. I was so frustrated by the end of the night that I text my friend who is a chef and asked for some help. Well, my actual words were "This cake is being a little whore, any tips?" I then had to stare at my unappetising cake, and my disastrous kitchen. A had sugar EVERYWHERE, including my already dirty hair and I filled up the dishwasher with dishes I used just from making the blasted cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept telling P that I should never have hopes and dreams because they always turn out to be massive failures. I stated that I was going to stop trying to be better and just settle for who and what I am now. (I am pretty dramatic and sarcastic in the face of failure.) He gave me a deadpan stare and I am pretty sure he wanted to tell me to shut up. When he asked me what I could learn from the experience I told him that I learned to never try for things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cake now resides in the trashcans along with all my other creative hopes and dreams. (Again, sarcasm)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pintrest&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7394263020081468838?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7394263020081468838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7394263020081468838&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7394263020081468838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7394263020081468838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/vortex.html' title='The Vortex'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYJg5nbUz7s/TySPtaTj75I/AAAAAAAAAYg/fzhrEEKFo5Y/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6293598668124265467</id><published>2012-01-27T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:38:48.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have worn the same clothes to the gym everyday this week.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yesterday, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; P asked for something I would not do it unless he would drop it like its hot. (Him: Will you read this? Her: Only if you drop it like its hot first.)&lt;br /&gt;3. When snacking on Frosted Shredded Wheat, I picked through and picked the ones with the most frosting, and threw the rest back in the box for P to eat.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have not washed my hair since Sunday. Again. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6293598668124265467?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6293598668124265467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6293598668124265467&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6293598668124265467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6293598668124265467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-confessions_27.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-327745973504474601</id><published>2012-01-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:30:00.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>I spy with my little eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rLx9Fgn1SQ/Tsh7eITIOrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r4NvAY6951Y/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676923087854516914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rLx9Fgn1SQ/Tsh7eITIOrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r4NvAY6951Y/s200/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few moths ago, I confessed that I did &lt;a href="http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-confessional.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. (see number 4).&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, everyone thought that was really funny. Come on, admit it, you do it too! I thought I might expand on this one a bit.&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is the binoculars that I use when I spy on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt;. They live on my mantel.&lt;br /&gt;Across the street is a huge high rise condo building. I have always been fascinated by the way people live, and I want to know what people's homes look like. I promise I am not a creeper, or a voyager. I am just interested in others. It is one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; I like to run in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhoods&lt;/span&gt; at night. People still have their blinds up and it is interesting to see how they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes, I do my spying with those above. They are not quite as powerful as I would like, but they were given to me, so they were free, and I do like my free &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my spying....there have been many a nights where I have sat on my porch and looked at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;condo's&lt;/span&gt;. Those puppies are expensive, I know because I looked at the different units online to figure out the floor plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing my observing I have seen a couple fighting on the balcony. At least, I think they were fighting. I made that assumption based on the excessive hand gestures and body language. I have also seen people eating dinner and watching t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; time, was during an air show. P and I were outside in the late afternoon, early evening watching small planes fly by. This gave me the PERFECT excuse to use my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binoc's&lt;/span&gt; out in the open. As we were standing out watching the planes, I would pretend to search the sky, while really looking into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;condo's&lt;/span&gt;. As I was "looking for planes" I made eye contact with a tenant in the penthouse. He had his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binoc's&lt;/span&gt; and was looking RIGHT AT ME! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Awkward&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I do a little bit of observing. Come on, admit it, you do it too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-327745973504474601?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/327745973504474601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=327745973504474601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/327745973504474601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/327745973504474601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-spy-with-my-little-eye.html' title='I spy with my little eye'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rLx9Fgn1SQ/Tsh7eITIOrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r4NvAY6951Y/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8591318333504772704</id><published>2012-01-20T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:31:06.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>I am an idiot. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my idiocy, I am now suffering from some IT band issues in my right knee. It is all my fault because I don't stretch. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;I hate stretching, and I always have. Tonight, I tried to go running and my knee hurt so bad. So, now I am sidelined for a few days. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am so annoyed with myself. I have stretched, iced, and foam rolled tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I expect a full recovery soon.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8591318333504772704?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8591318333504772704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8591318333504772704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8591318333504772704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8591318333504772704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3256323467792990372</id><published>2012-01-20T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T04:50:18.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I have been working out in the morning and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I don't have time to wash my hair. So I just blow dry the sweat and then do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. I finally confessed to P that one of my biggest fears is getting stuck on an elevator and having to pee on myself.&lt;br /&gt;3. I cleaned the bathtub for the 1st time since we moved in here back in June.&lt;br /&gt;4. I sleep in the middle of the bed while P sleeps half way off the bed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clinging&lt;/span&gt; on for life.&lt;br /&gt;5. I wore my underwear inside out Wednesday and didn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fess up, what do you have to confess this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3256323467792990372?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3256323467792990372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3256323467792990372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3256323467792990372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3256323467792990372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-confessions_20.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5620043510508194280</id><published>2012-01-18T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:04:29.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Breakdown Here</title><content type='html'>By nature, I am not a very communicative person. I don't know if I was that way growing up, or if I somehow just evolved into this. Please understand, this does not mean that I am quiet. In fact, if you asked anyone who knows me, they would tell you that I am actually pretty chatty. I talk a lot, but when it comes to things that are personal, I tend to be pretty closed off.&lt;br /&gt;I can chat about things that excite me or that make me happy with ease. What I have a hard time talking about are things that hurt me, scare me, or make me mad. I keep all of those bottled up and they stay there, hidden deep inside. To say that I am emotionally stunted would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;When I get emotional, I tend to lock up, and I become &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. I am not a crier. When I feel tears coming on, I try so hard to fight them off. Imagine my surprise when Monday night rolls around and P and I start talking and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; tears start coming and they just won't stop. Keep in mind, I am not an attractive crier. Once I start crying, all I want to do is curl up in a ball and shove my face into a pillow until it is over. I just want to hide.&lt;br /&gt;P came over to the couch where I was hidden and had to physically uncurl me, and sat on the floor and watched me cry and talked things out with me. There have been some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;, realizations, and some trying times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;, and I have never taken the time to deal with them. I just push past it, put it out of my mind, and never taken the time to deal with them. I just put on a happy face and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; it bottled up. P sat there on the floor, stroked my hair while I cried, and held me tight. Once it was finally over, he got me a glass of wine and put on a funny movie I like for me to zone out for a bit before bed.&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny that God gave me the husband he did. As much as we are alike and have the same interests, we are also so incredibly different. Where I am closed off and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unexpressive&lt;/span&gt;, P hates keeping things bottled up. He wants to talk out problems, get to the root of the issue, and deal with it. If he is mad at me, he will tell me and talk through it. If I am mad at him, I wont admit it, I hold onto it, and end up blowing up, or having a melt down a few months later. I am a black belt at silent warfare and suffering in silence. Yes, emotional maturing is my strong suit--clearly.&lt;br /&gt;P was great in the process. He called me several times throughout the next day to check on me, and even stopped by my office on his lunch break to see that I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Things are hard, life can be sad, but that is what we have a Savior for, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why we have people in our lives to help us deal with the hard things and help us carry the load when we get weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5620043510508194280?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5620043510508194280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5620043510508194280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5620043510508194280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5620043510508194280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/breakdown-here.html' title='Breakdown Here'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6459368990103918395</id><published>2012-01-16T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:56:21.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get so tired of waiting for things.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am so tired for saving for some things. We have goals, things we want, but we are no where near reaching those goals. Sometimes, I want to say I want what I want when I want it.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I am tired for waiting to buy a home. We are not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; people at all. We are home people, nature people, wide open spaces people, fix it up people.&lt;br /&gt;We are no where near having enough money for a house. We are no where near having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; money for a down payment for a house. But I miss having a house. We have been living in apartments for the last 2 years due to life changes. A job loss for him, then a new job for him. A move and resignation for her, then a new job for her. In the past 2 years transitions have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, and they have been big.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, I see people buying homes, and putting little to no money down. They throw caution to the wind and go to Hawaii on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; vacation, while putting it all on their credit cards. Sometimes, I want to be like that. I want to be that person who lives the fabulous life like they do. But, that is just not our style.&lt;br /&gt;I know that delayed gratification is a sign of fiscal maturity. I know that mentally, but sometimes, I get so tired of waiting and being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What are you hoping for, saving for, wishing you could have right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6459368990103918395?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6459368990103918395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6459368990103918395&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6459368990103918395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6459368990103918395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7965581488948913805</id><published>2012-01-15T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:51:09.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru_llorjrjo/TxNmQvINvjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E0QTOeFR5kk/s1600/Saints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698010391268671026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru_llorjrjo/TxNmQvINvjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E0QTOeFR5kk/s200/Saints.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bKIy3pIjLw/TxNmQSWid_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3JO2GGnjwpw/s1600/LSU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698010383544121330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bKIy3pIjLw/TxNmQSWid_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3JO2GGnjwpw/s200/LSU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698010380874024226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oR1zlevgYJQ/TxNmQIZ8BSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5APTzM2PSeE/s200/Texans.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a 1 week span all of my teams have lost. Why does it hurt so bad? Why do I care so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7965581488948913805?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7965581488948913805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7965581488948913805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7965581488948913805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7965581488948913805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru_llorjrjo/TxNmQvINvjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E0QTOeFR5kk/s72-c/Saints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6477643800598200766</id><published>2012-01-13T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:37:35.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.In my attempt to take more showers and fewer baths, I now sit in the tub, plug the drain, and turn the shower head on rather than the faucet for the bath. That counts as showering right?&lt;br /&gt;2.I cleared a family sized bag of Hershey Kisses in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our financial advisor gave us a book to read. He has asked me four times if I have read it. I haven't, yet told him I did.&lt;br /&gt;4. My neighbor gave us a big pot of soup. It is really salty and almost inedible, but I told her it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;5. I finally broke down and let P brush my hair for me the other day because we both knew I was not going to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6477643800598200766?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6477643800598200766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6477643800598200766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6477643800598200766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6477643800598200766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-confessions_13.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-4040796716434841575</id><published>2012-01-12T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:53:56.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just lust for things. Stuff. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stuffitis&lt;/span&gt;. It is true, I like clothes, art, electronics, books. It is so easy for me to go into Target for nothing in particular, and walk out with a cart full of stuff that I didn't need, or even necessarily want to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is because we are coming off the Christmas season and everywhere I looked I saw people in a blind rage frantically trying to buy buy buy as much stuff and junk as they could, as quickly as they could. I hated the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;greediness&lt;/span&gt; that I saw come out of everyone this holiday season. Or maybe, being disgusted by what I saw in everyone else, was actually just a mirror image of what I dislike about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on this spending freeze for the month of January has been a really good, but telling experience. Being perfectly honest with myself, I have always thought of P as the spender in our relationship and I was the saver. But, it turns out, I have the same desire to buy things and spend our hard earned money on things just like everyone else. It is funny that when we take ourselves out of our normal routines, and we really begin to live intentionally, we notice things about ourselves that we really didn't notice ever before. I was projecting things onto him that were not necessarily true to who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping back and evaluating our situation, I see that the holes and leaks in our financial house have been brought on by myself as well. This evaluation has already made an impact on me. I have found the past few days, my desire to collect as much as possible is already beginning to subside. I feel like a dieter who is fasting for sweets. It is hard for the first few days, but slowly, the cravings subside, and in the place where that lust used to live, is now a place of contentment and peace. Sure, there are a ton of things that I want right now, but I am no longer in a blind rage of trying to find them and seek out the best deal because I needed it and I need it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing after coming off the holiday season's excesses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-4040796716434841575?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4040796716434841575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=4040796716434841575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4040796716434841575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4040796716434841575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3894399861974171391</id><published>2012-01-11T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:38:48.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>No Spend Month Update, and and some spending</title><content type='html'>P and I decided to participate in &lt;a href="http://halfdozendaily.blog.com/"&gt;Carlas&lt;/a&gt; no spend challenge for the month of January. We have cut our entertainment budget for the month and are not eating out, no extras or treats, or even one off's at the store that we would put on our debit card. We decided that we would only buy the things that we need with our cash budget.&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing pretty well. The only thing that we spent money on that was not budgeted, was on some food and treats for his sister and brother in law's birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo for savings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday during lunch I ran to Target to pick up a few things that I had coupons for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total came out to 27.06 before coupons. After my coupons, I ended up paying just .44 cents!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696395957864723682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPMP0L3t-5k/Tw2p8WB_dOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DBo_xJUQC10/s200/photo.JPG" /&gt;I purchased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 first aid kits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dental flosses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chobani Yougarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cascade packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Glucose Monitor ( This is going to the food bank. I bought this because after my coupons it was free, and I never pass up on free items. I hope this will go to someone who really needs it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3894399861974171391?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3894399861974171391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3894399861974171391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3894399861974171391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3894399861974171391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-spend-month-update-and-and-some.html' title='No Spend Month Update, and and some spending'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPMP0L3t-5k/Tw2p8WB_dOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DBo_xJUQC10/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5764920474885003347</id><published>2012-01-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:10:11.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Wars, Part 3, Toilet Paper Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P and I love each other, we really do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buttt&lt;/span&gt;...sometimes we have our "wars." You can find out what I mean &lt;a href="http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2010/02/wars-part-2-toaster-edition.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2010/01/fan-wars.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are currently in the midst of yet another "war." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; roll of toilet paper on the roll holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695849144066376994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iH3IWglNpT4/Twu4nl5KBSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JsZnKBSf1Wo/s200/photo1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695849153419545906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxiB1l8CuPU/Twu4oIvIDTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hssX4s2S_fs/s200/photo.JPG" /&gt;This is a full roll of toilet paper on the basket in front of the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, P and I don't change the toilet paper roll very often. I never realized it until a few weeks ago when a friend who has been crashing on our couch every few weeks pointed out that he has been the one to change the toilet paper roll every time he comes here. P and I looked at each other and laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, it is true. I don't know why we wont change the dang toilet paper roll. It is neither hard nor time consuming, but for some reason we wont change the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; roll on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; basis. We are totally content to just leave the roll on the basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because this is my blog, I would like to formerly decree that P will be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; toilet paper roll changer in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we the only ones fighting this battle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5764920474885003347?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5764920474885003347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5764920474885003347&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5764920474885003347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5764920474885003347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/wars-part-3-toilet-paper-edition.html' title='Wars, Part 3, Toilet Paper Edition'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iH3IWglNpT4/Twu4nl5KBSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JsZnKBSf1Wo/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7442327245167299881</id><published>2012-01-08T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:41:30.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>3 out of 4</title><content type='html'>Over the Christmas holiday I read 4 books and 3 of them were AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;em&gt;Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me &lt;/em&gt;by Mindy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;all 3 by Susan Collins&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty behind the times with the Hunger Games series, but I finally picked them up and read them all. O my word, they were so good. The first book was probably one of the best books I have read in the last 2 years. Intense, mind blowing, suspenseful, and AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;I could not put the first 2 Hunger Games books down. All I wanted to do is read. I became irritated and annoyed when I had to do things like, talk to people, go to the bathroom, or sleep because I wanted to do was read these books. I read the first one in about a day, and I read the second one in an afternoon. The third book in the series was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and I didn't think it was nearly as good as the first two. They basically rocked my world, but in a really good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finished the Hunger Games, I moved on to &lt;em&gt;Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me&lt;/em&gt;, and this is hands down one of the funnest books I have ever had the pleasure of reading. This was side splitting, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laughsohardIalmostcriedandpeedmypantsatthesametime&lt;/span&gt;, clutch my chest, and bowl over funny. Mindy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaling&lt;/span&gt; is hilarious, and her stories are genius. Simply genius. This book is so funny that sometimes as I am walking down the street or hall, I think back to something I read and I am that weird person who just busts out laughing when no one is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone read any of these books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you reading now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7442327245167299881?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7442327245167299881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7442327245167299881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7442327245167299881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7442327245167299881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-out-of-4.html' title='3 out of 4'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-501148400480425482</id><published>2012-01-06T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T04:20:34.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This week P was going to do something that I didn't want him to do, so I jumped off the couch, grabbed his leg, and he drug me around the house while I was attached to his leg.&lt;br /&gt;2. After swimming at the gym, I walked out with mascara smeared down my face.&lt;br /&gt;3. I use men's body wash in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everytime P yawns I fish hook him.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have worn the same pair of pants to work everyday this week, and they have not been washed once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fess up, what have you done wrong this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-501148400480425482?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/501148400480425482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=501148400480425482&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/501148400480425482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/501148400480425482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-confessions.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8242421805625040663</id><published>2012-01-04T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:53:44.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>Bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRPwEzRxtA/TwT1J-ax6bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LZ1l8U69R1o/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693945380626098610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRPwEzRxtA/TwT1J-ax6bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LZ1l8U69R1o/s200/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the picture is hard to see, but I did two quick shopping trips today during lunch. I hit up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; and Target and my total before coupons would have been about 48.00. I ended up paying just about 12.00 for all of it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 big packs of toilet paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 bottles of dish soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tubes of toothpaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 electric toothbrushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 packages of mac and cheese. (P and I wont eat it, but was free, so that is 4 boxes going to the food bank)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I earned another $6.00 to use at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; on my next trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couponing&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8242421805625040663?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8242421805625040663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8242421805625040663&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8242421805625040663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8242421805625040663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/bragging.html' title='Bragging'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRPwEzRxtA/TwT1J-ax6bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LZ1l8U69R1o/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2894937688927759929</id><published>2012-01-02T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:09:29.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 Resolutions'/><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to post this, because so many people do, but, I am a organizational freak, and I live and die by my lists, so I figured I would jump on the band wagon and post my goal this year. I do goals weekly and make lists daily, so here they are. Call them what you will, goals resolutions, crap that everyone eventually forgets about, but here are mine. Like any good list junkie, I did categorize them for my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PR in a 1/2 marathon. My goal time is 1:55, but I would be really pleased to get under that time.&lt;br /&gt;2. PR in a 5K, I want to hit the 23:00 minute mark.&lt;br /&gt;3. Run in the morning at least once a week. I really like having my afternoons free, so this will hopefully motivate me to become a morning runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Max out our Roth IRA's (His and Hers)&lt;br /&gt;2. Save at least 20K towards a home&lt;br /&gt;3. Save at least 1,000 through coupons&lt;br /&gt;4. Earn 5,000 in extra side income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read 40 books this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do an in depth bible study of 2 Old Testament Books&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook 1 new meal per month&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog more often (at least twice per week)&lt;br /&gt;5. Get Term Life insurance for both of us&lt;br /&gt;6. Do 5 big random acts of kindness&lt;br /&gt;7. Continue to send 1 handwritten letter per week.&lt;br /&gt;8. Bathe less. I may not brush my hair very often, but I am almost always clean. I hate taking a shower, I would rather take a bath. Baths are such water wasters and not green at all, so I am going to try to take fewer baths and more showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Those are my goals for this year. I am a big believer that if you write it down, and continually look at those goals, you will more likely to achieve it. I am going to start checking in each month to track our progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made goals?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2894937688927759929?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2894937688927759929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2894937688927759929&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2894937688927759929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2894937688927759929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3638580632593869119</id><published>2011-12-30T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T05:13:49.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>In honor of being at my parents house this week, I decided that this week's confessions would be retro, blast from the past, the musings of my yester-years. Basically, here is some of the crap I did in high school that was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The mailbox ended up under my car as I backed out the drive way once.&lt;br /&gt;2. I closed my eyes while driving over a bridge in drivers ed because I got scared.&lt;br /&gt;3. I failed math one 6 weeks my sophmore year.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wore a short skirt to school most Fridays, and told my teacher/soccer coach that I was sent home for my skirt being too short in order to miss his weekly quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I couldnt sleep I would go stand next to my parents bed and make sure they were still breathing. (It was supposed to be loving, but came off creepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fess up, what are some of your confessions from yester-year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3638580632593869119?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3638580632593869119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3638580632593869119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3638580632593869119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3638580632593869119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-confessions_30.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8944785270780232476</id><published>2011-12-28T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:19:33.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Needing Normalcy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. Ours was Awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a ton of fun, spent lots of time with family, and ate great food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived back home to find our fridge in a pretty bare state. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691351304992495058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgcY-kAI68/Tvu925oIldI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yQuTIYiaRWQ/s200/photo.JPG" /&gt;There is bread, eggs, an onion, some old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jalapenos&lt;/span&gt;, and butter. Yummy! Needless to say, we don't have much food, and I need to hit the store soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at the store I am only going to be loading up on fruits, grains, and veggies. I need to detox from all the food I ate. Basically, I spent the last few days opening presents in between moments of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; with some M&amp;amp;M's. I was pretty hard core, pouring hand&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; after handful into my mouth for 4 days straight. I went in single &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;handidly&lt;/span&gt;, I double &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fisted&lt;/span&gt; it, and then I poured the container into my mouth, classy I know. My mom figures I went through 3 large family size bags of M&amp;amp;M's this week. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;, Houston, I have a problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I took a break from the M&amp;amp;M's, I hit up my grandmas chocolate cake hard core also. I ate 50% of a chocolate cake, while the rest of the family shared the other half. I promise, I am not exaggerating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting tomorrow, I am getting back on the wagon, and returning to my normal eating patterns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any good addict, it felt great in the moment, but once I stopped binging for about 5 minutes, I felt guilty, sad, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; at my consumption. My running felt like crap because I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fueled&lt;/span&gt; by crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I ever learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8944785270780232476?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8944785270780232476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8944785270780232476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8944785270780232476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8944785270780232476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/needing-normalcy.html' title='Needing Normalcy'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgcY-kAI68/Tvu925oIldI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yQuTIYiaRWQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7538609658749686568</id><published>2011-12-25T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:11:23.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>20 going on 13</title><content type='html'>I hope that yall have been having a great Christmas. Ours has been full of family, food, fun, and lots of laughter, just what a holiday should be. Being back at my childhood home in Houston, I realized that I have somehow managed to revert from being a 20 somthing female into a 13 year old male. Heres how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I wake to find my mom making my breakfast each morning.&lt;br /&gt;2. My personal hygene has been questionable at best.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I have actually showered, its been with Old Spice.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't recall brushing my teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't recall putting on deodrant the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;6. Clearly, I am mal odorous&lt;br /&gt;7. I have been eating non stop.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have not changed out of sweats in the past 36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been farting and scratching openly.&lt;br /&gt;10. When the opportunity arrises, I "probe" my mom, even as her head is in the oven checking our Christmas meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7538609658749686568?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7538609658749686568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7538609658749686568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7538609658749686568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7538609658749686568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-going-on-13.html' title='20 going on 13'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5420708765125254227</id><published>2011-12-23T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:51:23.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are so out of food that I ate carrots dipped in Ragu for flavor.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hygenically, I currently have more in common with a 13 year old boy than a 20 something female.&lt;br /&gt;3. Today my diet has consisted of fistful of m&amp;amp;m's, salad, an orange, followed by 2 more m&amp;amp;m binges.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am embarrased to admit that I have not washed my hair in 5 days, again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Most of my panties have holes of some kind in them because they are so old.&lt;br /&gt;Fess up, what have you done wrong this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5420708765125254227?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5420708765125254227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5420708765125254227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5420708765125254227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5420708765125254227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-confessions_23.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-258330493952299362</id><published>2011-12-18T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:09:22.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Angelo</title><content type='html'>I shop at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; from time to time. It is really close, it is a one stop shop, it is cheap, and I leave there feeling pretty good about myself (as compared to most others there), but pretty ashamed to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an opinion about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, some good, others bad.&lt;br /&gt;While at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, I have observed many different things:&lt;br /&gt;-Rich and poor shop at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are a lot of rude people at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, employees and customers alike.&lt;br /&gt;-I have seen a couple attempt to steal a t.v.&lt;br /&gt;-I I have seen a woman put her basket in a very long checkout line and walk away to continue shopping, and come back with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of goods.&lt;br /&gt;-I have heard some curse words that I did not know could be put together.&lt;br /&gt;-I have seen open packages laying on the shelf--clearly someone didn't feel like paying for that Snickers bar.&lt;br /&gt;-I have seen a box of condoms placed in the freeze section&lt;br /&gt;-I have been paid to shop there--my coupons were more than my total and I got money back--that was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;-They price match!&lt;br /&gt;-I have gotten mad when I have seen others use food stamps then get into a nicer car than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I have seen some crazy things at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. Clearly, some things have been pretty bad, but there are 2 things that inspire me:&lt;br /&gt;-The Greeters and -Angelo&lt;br /&gt;The greeters are usually elderly men and women, or they are the mentally ill. I usually make a point to stop and talk to them. I think it is Awesome that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; will give them a job.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing I have seen at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; this year is Angelo. When I shop there, I look to see if he is working at a register, and I usually try to get into his line. I don't know much about him other than what I have observed, but I like him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I have observed about Angelo&lt;br /&gt;-He is probably in his mid 50's&lt;br /&gt;-He is probably an immigrant from Middle Eastern descent&lt;br /&gt;-He has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mustache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-None of that really matters. The reason that I like to have him check out my groceries is because of his work ethic&lt;br /&gt;-He is kind and respectful to everyone&lt;br /&gt;-He always has a smile&lt;br /&gt;-He does not work or act like he is "just" a cashier&lt;br /&gt;-He takes pride in his job&lt;br /&gt;-He talk to everyone&lt;br /&gt;-He has a neat and tidy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He does his best every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His work ethic is 100% better than 99% of the other employees that I have encountered. He works like he is happy to have the opportunity to have a job, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; than act like he is too good for his job.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best lessons that I learned as a child was to view each job as an opportunity, and to never think I was too good to do any job. I have worked as a hostess, a nanny, and a hotel maid, but I did all of them with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelo's attitude and work &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ethic&lt;/span&gt; some something that we need &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more of here in America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-258330493952299362?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/258330493952299362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=258330493952299362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/258330493952299362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/258330493952299362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/angelo.html' title='Angelo'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3570907370617345693</id><published>2011-12-16T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:54:23.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my confessions from this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I ate 57 almonds one day--and yes I counted.&lt;br /&gt;2. We have 1 Christmas decoration up and I already tried to get rid of it, but P would not let me banish it from our house.--Bah hum bug&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been having some allergy issues- and I picked my nose while driving without shame.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes I fake turning the tension up on my bike during spinning; and I make facial expressions like it is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;5. I fear that I have made my family Words With Friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monsters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fess up everyone---what are your weekly confessions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3570907370617345693?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3570907370617345693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3570907370617345693&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3570907370617345693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3570907370617345693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-confessions_16.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-295755112684902164</id><published>2011-12-13T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:47:18.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>A Quote and some updates</title><content type='html'>-It is only Tuesday, but P and I have tomorrow off to hang out and do some Christmas shopping. I plan/hope to get everything done in 1 day!&lt;br /&gt;-We have currently purchased 2 presents. Yep, just 2.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the store last night and used 1 coupon for .55 cents off my organic carrots--Watch out TLC Extreme Coupons, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' for ya.&lt;br /&gt;-The weather stinks around here, I need the SUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was listening to a local radio show and they were discussing the new book 30 Lessons for Living: Tried and True Advice from the wisest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; by Karl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pillemer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ph&lt;/span&gt;. D.&lt;br /&gt;The quote that stuck out to me the most was in regards to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. He said in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;, while interviewing those who have been married for at least 30 years had this piece of advise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you begin to keep score, you are in trouble. Sometimes it is 90%-10%. Sometimes you are the 90%, sometimes you are the 10%."&lt;br /&gt;So true. So very true. I know that in our marriage, I am guilty of this all the time. If I clean the kitchen, I think about it, because, I am a score keeper, and for that I have to say I am sorry to my husband. I don't ever take into account all that he does. I always remember when I am the 90%, but I never like to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; when I am the 10%.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for loving me even when I am 10% or less P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-295755112684902164?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/295755112684902164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=295755112684902164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/295755112684902164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/295755112684902164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-and-some-updates.html' title='A Quote and some updates'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-67372205578727216</id><published>2011-12-11T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:08:04.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>A Restorative Run</title><content type='html'>Last week, I was off as far as my running was concerned. I ran four times last week, and each time, each run felt like a battle. They were hard, uninspired, unimpressive, and frustrating. Whenever I have a few bad runs in a row, I always start to question my running and doubt myself, which continued to lead to more and more bad runs.&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded new music, and that didn't help. I ran outside and it was terrible. I ran on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; and hated every second of it. I tried a speed work out, and felt terrible the whole time. I went to a few spinning classes and they were great, but my running suffered and I hated it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I started to feel tired, to feel pain, or even started breathing hard, I would just quit. I stopped pushing myself and gave into the doubt and listened to that doubtful voice in my head that said I would never be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I decided to go out and just run. I had no pace goal. I left my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; at home, and I decided to just run. I wanted to run to feel good, I wanted to run to lose myself in my thoughts. I wanted to run to not think about running. I wanted to enjoy myself and let go of the doubt monster. And I did. I ran some hills, some pretty hard hills, and they hurt, but I did it. There were points where I was tired and wanted to quit, but I powered through and did it. It is funny how one good run could give me my confidence back. I needed that run on Saturday. It helped me gain my confidence back and brought back my swagger.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized was that I ran two marathons without the help of my G&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;armin&lt;/span&gt; watch, and I did just fine. While I like running with the watch, when I wear it, I look at it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; and worry about pace and negative splits. I think I need to go out without the watch some days and just run for the pleasure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-67372205578727216?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/67372205578727216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=67372205578727216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/67372205578727216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/67372205578727216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/restorative-run.html' title='A Restorative Run'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7730154029070110643</id><published>2011-12-09T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:07:18.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't pick up my dog's poo 2 times again this week. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it was really 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;2. I killed 3 plants by leaving them outside uncovered in 20 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;3. I ate so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; bread at an office event that I made myself ill.&lt;br /&gt;What are your weekly confessions? Fess up ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Editor's note: P told me that last week my confessions were weak. I told him, I don't make this stuff up, this is the stuff that I do that I usually feel really guilty about. Some weeks, I am just better than others. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7730154029070110643?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7730154029070110643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7730154029070110643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7730154029070110643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7730154029070110643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-confessions_09.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-843312787200733454</id><published>2011-12-05T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:42:37.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Quotable</title><content type='html'>Here are some quotes from our house this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for being such a bitch. (her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that new hair brush we got you? (Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you brushed your hair today? (Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like me to brush your hair for you? (Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we got you that fancy toothbrush, you don't get to get in bed without brushing your teeth (Her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go shower, you stink(Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does us good to have some time apart (Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a rose by any other name smell as sweet? (Her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of the rain (Her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been raining for one day (Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 3rd trip to Target this weekend (Her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-843312787200733454?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/843312787200733454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=843312787200733454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/843312787200733454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/843312787200733454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/quotable.html' title='Quotable'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7446447191619414040</id><published>2011-12-03T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:57:30.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>It is silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;About 3 weeks ago we bought this (its a Honda Pilot)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681977721594025154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2mq25Ijxe8/TtpwoiVLlMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lYi1JT_R-jw/s200/car.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNCAqNWXXcE/TtpwQycQ_VI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kZstAN1l4Y4/s1600/check.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jmskVk41y4/TtpwQXZt0xI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zIarkfJQfXI/s1600/cash.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681977306343396114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jmskVk41y4/TtpwQXZt0xI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zIarkfJQfXI/s200/cash.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We paid for the car in full using something alot like this...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7446447191619414040?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7446447191619414040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7446447191619414040&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7446447191619414040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7446447191619414040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-silver.html' title='It is silver'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2mq25Ijxe8/TtpwoiVLlMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lYi1JT_R-jw/s72-c/car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1986527171717289575</id><published>2011-12-02T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T05:16:33.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my Friday Confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have eaten asparagus several times this week--it is having some unfortunate side effects.&lt;br /&gt;2. P and I fought this week and gave each other the silent treatment. I broke first, that never happens.&lt;br /&gt;3. We bought a box of cereal on Sunday, I threw the empty box away on Tuesday. P had 1 handful of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;4. I may have eaten some M&amp;amp;M's that I pulled out of my trash can at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fess up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chickas&lt;/span&gt;--what have you done this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1986527171717289575?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1986527171717289575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1986527171717289575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1986527171717289575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1986527171717289575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-confessions.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3252155794950868853</id><published>2011-11-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:07:42.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>She lied</title><content type='html'>I just spent the weekend with my parents, and it was so much fun to see them and spend time with them. But being around my mom made me remember all of the lies she told me as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eating anywhere in the bathroom will give you Heptitis B.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I found out about all the staring children in Africa, I asked my mom &lt;u&gt;every single night&lt;/u&gt; to mail any left overs to Africa. She told me she would.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating chicken will make your boobs bigger.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don't drink after 6pm you wont pee in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you keep making ugly faces your face will freeze like that.&lt;br /&gt;6. That she had eyes in the back of her head. I knew she was lying, but somehow she always knew what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her many many fibs, she was and is a pretty fabulous mom.&lt;br /&gt;Did you parents ever tell you any lies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3252155794950868853?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3252155794950868853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3252155794950868853&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3252155794950868853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3252155794950868853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-lied.html' title='She lied'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8308863691649287469</id><published>2011-11-27T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:27:52.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>Bragging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zREzXfC6c3Q/TtLrdqo5AsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8qunusESNi0/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679860974962148034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zREzXfC6c3Q/TtLrdqo5AsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8qunusESNi0/s200/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, the photo is dark, and not great, it was taken on the husbands iphone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really talk about it much here on the blog, but I am a couponer. I use coupons for everything I can. Our eating habits have changed, and there are not many produce coupons available. But, I try to save in other areas to give us more wiggle room for food in our budget. .&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share and brag a little about my black Friday shopping! I hit up CVS with my mom, who has begun couponing this year, and is doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I got all the stuff in that picture, which retailed for over 50.00 for 1.85 out of pocket! Plus, I have over 25.00 in Extra Bucks to use there on anything and those don't expire until next month. d&lt;br /&gt;I got"&lt;br /&gt;3 tubes of toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;2 Expresso drinks&lt;br /&gt;Cough Drops&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of mouth wash&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of lotion&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;First Aid Kits&lt;br /&gt;3 bottles of meds&lt;br /&gt;Razors&lt;br /&gt;Make up&lt;br /&gt;Dish detergent&lt;br /&gt;Just had to brag a bit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors note--I forgot to mention this one.&lt;br /&gt;P has been wanting an electic toothbrush. Earlier this year, he purchased one from the dentist for 180.00. We took it back. I have been on the look out for one that was more in our price range ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was looking in the flyer, I found one at Target that is normally 70.00. It was on sale for 39.00. I had a 25.00 coupon which made it 14.00. Plus, I have a 10.00 rebate form to mail in, which will make the final price of the toothbrush 4.00! Score!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8308863691649287469?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8308863691649287469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8308863691649287469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8308863691649287469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8308863691649287469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/bragging.html' title='Bragging!'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zREzXfC6c3Q/TtLrdqo5AsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8qunusESNi0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2800006273462799539</id><published>2011-11-25T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T04:58:18.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a very happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div&gt;Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I cheated while playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foosball&lt;/span&gt; against a 12 year old, and still lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I ate 1/2 a box of Wheat Thins for my appetizer before Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I pretended to spread some cheese from a cheese ball that my sister in law made and eat it in front of her. I told her it was so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My boss brought me a cookie at work, I threw it in the trash, but thanked her for the treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I "goose" my husband so often he is scared to bend down, or walk in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fess up. What are your confessions this week? &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2800006273462799539?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2800006273462799539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2800006273462799539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2800006273462799539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2800006273462799539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-confessions_25.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1900354516597479006</id><published>2011-11-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:50:00.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Early Riser</title><content type='html'>I am an early riser. I always have been. I get it from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lately&lt;/span&gt;, P has been waking up before me, and it is weird. Most of our married life, I have gotten up first, and waited on him to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When P gets up before me, he makes his coffee, and then comes and in his soft kind voice, says "Good morning babe" and he scratches my back, or rubs my hair until I wake up. It is so nice, and it is a great way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up 1st, I have been told that I sound like a gorilla in a cage. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Allegedly&lt;/span&gt;, I am loud. Apparently my idea of quiet and his are 2 different things. When I go to wake him up, I bring him his coffee, smack his ass, and say "Hey get up" then I sing to him. Romantic right? You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a point----I think it was to show that I am truly a delicate flower. No, that was not it. It was about P getting up early. He now sets his alarm for 5 a.m. and most days, he gets right out of bed. This is the 1st time in our married lives that he has consistently gotten up before me. I usually roll out of bed 15-20 minutes after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; I hit the gym before work. Other days, I just loaf around and take my time in the mornings. We have also begun taking our dog for a walk in the morning, and that has been a really fun ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gets up earlier in your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1900354516597479006?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1900354516597479006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1900354516597479006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1900354516597479006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1900354516597479006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-riser.html' title='Early Riser'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5821171949310516159</id><published>2011-11-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:22:48.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><title type='text'>Lunch Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W67BXhde1HA/Tsh-wR1lXuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JJgo1TXwoXs/s1600/lunch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676926698187480802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W67BXhde1HA/Tsh-wR1lXuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JJgo1TXwoXs/s200/lunch.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, my name is Allison and I am a doer. I thrive on having a lot of thing to do. I am a to-do list freak. I relish making my daily to do lists. I get a thrill highlighting my accomplished tasks. It makes me happy, and less insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I make 2 lists, my work to do list, and my personal to do list. I do what I can on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;personal list&lt;/span&gt; during the downtime at work, but come lunch time- I go balls to the wall. I have 1 hour, just one precious hour to get as many tasks done on my list as I can. I cram as much stuff into that 1 hour as possible. Stop by the bank?--I will do it at lunch. Return that sweater to the store--see ya midday. Redeem the coupons--I got it covered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about accomplishing so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;, cramming so much into that 1 hour that gives me a thrill. I start sweating and worrying that I wont get it all done, or that I will be late getting back to work, but it is a rush. Once that clock hits 1pm, I rush down the stairs, jump in the car, drive like a manic, and get everything done that I can.&lt;br /&gt;That hour is not relaxing at all, but I like it that way. I like cutting it to the minute that I have to be back, and knowing that after I run up the 4 flights of stairs, that I will get to sit down, get out my to do list and highlight away.&lt;br /&gt;What is your most productive time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5821171949310516159?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5821171949310516159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5821171949310516159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5821171949310516159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5821171949310516159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/lunch-rush.html' title='Lunch Rush'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W67BXhde1HA/Tsh-wR1lXuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JJgo1TXwoXs/s72-c/lunch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5106722553075602452</id><published>2011-11-18T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T04:16:44.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions&lt;br /&gt;1.I was really grumpy one day- I went to McDonalds and ate my feelings in fries.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes when I don't want to take in all the calories on an item, I leave the last bite or 2 and pat myself on the back for not consuming all those calories. (In reference to #1)&lt;br /&gt;3. On Saturday, I didn't brush my teeth until bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't wash the blender during the week, I just rinse it with water.&lt;br /&gt;5. I never close the shower curtin--and it bugs the heck out of P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fess up, what have you done this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5106722553075602452?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5106722553075602452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5106722553075602452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5106722553075602452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5106722553075602452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-confessions.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7140004859395200023</id><published>2011-11-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:25:01.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Changing Tastes</title><content type='html'>My tastes have changed this past year in several ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste buds have totally changed. This past year, I have found that I can stomach spicy foods better than ever. I have started to put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jalapenos&lt;/span&gt; on all my food. I have thrown them on some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sammies&lt;/span&gt; and salads, and the heat does not bother me at all. There have been several times when P and I have been eating the same thing, and he starts hurting because of the heat of the food, and I it does not affect me at all, it is really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste in blogs have also changed. I started reading blogs about 4 years ago. Up until then, I had never heard of a blog--yes, I am a technological power house, I know. At that time, P and I were working to pay off our debt, and I was reading a ton of financial articles and one of them mentioned &lt;a href="http://thebudgetingbabe.com/"&gt;The Budgeting Babe&lt;/a&gt;. I clicked the link- and boom- my world turned upside down, and I started reading blogs from there. I was so inspired by her and I learned so much from her about money. That led to me find other blogs about personal finance, and I was in awe of people talking about their lives and money online. I kept me motivated to get out of debt, and made me excited to learn how to handle money. It was through a blog that I learned of Dave Ramsey, which REALLY turned our lives around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I still read a few p.f. blogs and when I get loose with money, I always go search out my old favorite for a swift kick in the rear. But, now I have expanded my blog reading to include more blogs about food, fitness, and life style. I have played with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;veganism&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/"&gt;Mama Pea&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oogled&lt;/span&gt; the crafts by &lt;a href="http://halfdozendaily.blog.com/"&gt;Carla&lt;/a&gt;, been motivated to organize every nook and cranny of my home by &lt;a href="http://myexperimentallife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rochelle&lt;/a&gt;, laughed my butt off at &lt;a href="http://frugaltrophywife.com/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;, and been inspired time and time again my &lt;a href="http://dmoms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt;. She constantly challenges me, inspires me, and makes my mouth water with her garden and food creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tastes have changed, but I like where it has led me too, and the blogs I have read. I think that is one thing that I like most about blogging is that it has opened my world to people, ideas, pictures, thoughts, and education. It is like reading your friends diary when she walks out of her room, but not have to worry that you will be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your tastes changed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7140004859395200023?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7140004859395200023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7140004859395200023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7140004859395200023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7140004859395200023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/changing-tastes.html' title='Changing Tastes'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1823181462859587285</id><published>2011-11-11T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T03:07:01.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have not washed my hair in 4 days&lt;br /&gt;2. Twice this week I have taken my dog on a walk and I have not brought a poo bag&lt;br /&gt;3. On both of those walks, I bent over and pretended to pick up the poo b/c people were around&lt;br /&gt;4. On one of those walks, I didn't have a poo bag, but I had a dryer sheet in my pocket, and I covered the poo with. So I not only didn't pick up the poo, but I littered.&lt;br /&gt;5. I dropped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; and granola on the keyboard. I just slurped/licked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to fess up, what are your confessions this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1823181462859587285?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1823181462859587285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1823181462859587285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1823181462859587285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1823181462859587285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-are-my-weekly-confessions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8222288509821691969</id><published>2011-11-09T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:41:00.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My food Philosophy</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was emailing with an accountant who works in my company. She offices in another state, and we work together daily, and through our emailing, we have struck up a friendship. It is funny, because I only know her name, I have no idea what she looks like, and I have only spoken to her on the phone maybe 5 times. We do all of our work via email. And we email a lot. The past 3 weeks, we have been emailing more than usual. It has been fun to get to know her, but it is also funny how different she is from me. We somehow got on the subject of food, and she told me for dinner she had 3 packs of string cheese, and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;. Her boyfriend came over, saw all the wrappers, and made her eat some cereal. Then she told me how much she loved Taco Bell. I decided right then and there she needed help. I ended up typing a really long email, and after I read it, I realized that is was my food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;philosophy&lt;/span&gt;. This is my view of food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, if I eat meat, it will be organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am trying to cut out the processed foods from my diet. For example, I like mashed potatoes. I used to go to the store, buy the box of potato flakes, put it on the stove, add some milk, and enjoy. Now, I buy 2 potatoes from the produce section, boil them, and make them from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt;. I does take a bit longer, but I am eating fewer chemicals, it is cheaper, and I feel better knowing exactly what is in my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I am trying to cut out meat. I currently go 2 or 3 days a week without meat. I like how I feel and I like that I am doing something good for my body, and my budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, 80% of the food in my basket is fresh produce rather than boxes. That makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, when I look at the food I eat, I try to figure out if that piece of food could somehow reproduce. If I dug a hole, and put in a powdered donut or some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mentos&lt;/span&gt;, would they grow into a plant? No. But, if I dug a hole and put the seeds from my apple into the ground, it would (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;technically&lt;/span&gt;) grow into a tree that could produce more apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I realized that food is fuel, and I want to feel good. I don't want to eat food that weighs me down, or makes me tired. I want the food I eat to give me energy to do all the things I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail at this all the time. As I wrote &lt;a href="http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-confessions_27.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I ate way too much junk food. I do not have any training in food. I am not a master in the kitchen like &lt;a href="http://dmoms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt;. But, I am learning and trying, and I like where this discovery is taking me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8222288509821691969?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8222288509821691969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8222288509821691969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8222288509821691969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8222288509821691969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-food-philosophy.html' title='My food Philosophy'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-9117036259218271104</id><published>2011-11-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:38:59.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>I had ennui</title><content type='html'>Generally, I am a peppy, hyper, happy, joyful, delightful person. I tend to be go, go, go all the live long day. Once I am awake, I generally have a quick laugh, an easy smile, and joy in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I have to deal with a virus that I get, it is called ennui . Please click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_N_2bGzvwc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; of this horrible illness. (Pronounced on-wee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had ennui, and I had it bad. In order for me to be that ravishing, smiling creature, I need to move and to sweat first. I have been that way ever since I was young. Growing up, I would be in a horrible mood, or I would be lazy. My mom would force me out the door to play, make me go run, and boom--within half an hour, my mood was lifted, and I was in good spirits again. It was the same way with my brother. We both could be "grumpy gills" but once we moved and got our sweat on, we are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I did not get up early to work out. I came home, and rather than head straight out the door, I turned on the t.v. I ended up sitting there, loafing around like a loser, and was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;. P came home, and I could not shake my mood. He kept hounding me, asking me what was wrong, and I kept telling him I had ennui. He didn't believe me. I insisted that I was not mad, I just had ennui. I just moped around, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grumped&lt;/span&gt; around, and sat my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stanky&lt;/span&gt; personality on the couch and suffered, and made him suffer in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;, it was gone by the next morning when I got my sweat on my illness vanished, and I returned to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you, do you ever suffer from ennui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-9117036259218271104?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9117036259218271104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=9117036259218271104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9117036259218271104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9117036259218271104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-ennui.html' title='I had ennui'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6987300804860933706</id><published>2011-11-03T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:36:18.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessional</title><content type='html'>And here are my weekly confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have called our apartment office 3 times this week and pretended to be 3 different people in the complex in order to get them to do something I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a training seminar for work, I cheated off the girl in front of me during a practice module.&lt;br /&gt;3. The trainer in the seminar is mean. I made stuff up about her in my head all day because I don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;4. I spy on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; with 2 different sets of binoculars that I keep on the fireplace mantle.&lt;br /&gt;5. I eaves dropped on people's conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6987300804860933706?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6987300804860933706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6987300804860933706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6987300804860933706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6987300804860933706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-confessional.html' title='Friday Confessional'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8244376576362775765</id><published>2011-10-31T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:30:22.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Green'/><title type='text'>Green Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>I am green. I do all the small things--turn off the lights, use reusable bags, I rarley buy water in placitc bottles, I use my bike to run errands, and some other small things. Go me--kind of! Nothing revolutionary, I know, but it is something small that will add up to a big impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always on the look out for ways to continue to "green up" our lives. Last month, I was reading in the Whole Foods flyer that one way to save water is to use the water from boiling pasta or rinsing beans in our plants. Wow!! That is a great idea that I had never even thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I made some pasta and veggies for dinner, and it was fab! (Fab in the gluten free pasta that I got for free at Whole foods with a coupon so naturally it is going to taste super yummy way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P got home right as I finished dinner, and he was getting changed, putting out the plates, and getting the drinks ready. While he was doing that, I kept walking out to the porch with a measuring cup. Finally, after about 5 trips, he asked me what I was doing. I explained what I was doing, and how smart and green I was, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once explained, he walked out to the porch and looked at my plants. He then looked at the stove where I was pulling more water from the pasta pot. He looked at me, shook his head, and the following conversation ensued.&lt;br /&gt;He: You just killed the plants.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in shock) No I didn't....how did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;He: look at the water, its boiling&lt;br /&gt;Me: No it's not&lt;br /&gt;He: Ok, its not boiling, but it is really hot&lt;br /&gt;Me: So&lt;br /&gt;He: Hot water kills the roots of plants&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh&lt;br /&gt;He: Yea--think about it&lt;br /&gt;Me: But its cold outside&lt;br /&gt;He: That does not matter&lt;br /&gt;Me: But the flyer didnt say anything about that&lt;br /&gt;He: Well, you cant learn everything from reading&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned. Before using the water from rinsing beans or cooking pasta, be sure to let it cool, before you put it on your plants.&lt;br /&gt;Good intentions, bad ending.&lt;br /&gt;RIP plants, RIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8244376576362775765?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8244376576362775765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8244376576362775765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8244376576362775765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8244376576362775765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/green-gone-bad.html' title='Green Gone Bad'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-188095627524367060</id><published>2011-10-27T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:34:33.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>It is Friday Confessional---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I talk to my dog like he is a person&lt;br /&gt;2. I ate 2 rolls of fruit flavored &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mentos&lt;/span&gt; in less that 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;3. My co-worker brought a sandwich for me this week, I threw it in the trash, but told her it was good.&lt;br /&gt;4. I ate an obscene &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of cookie dough, and didn't even think about making cookies with it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I run yellow lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn, fess up. What have you done this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-188095627524367060?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/188095627524367060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=188095627524367060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/188095627524367060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/188095627524367060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-confessions_27.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2606085031910673206</id><published>2011-10-24T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:31:29.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned from a Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>2 weekends ago, P and I flew down to Houston for my grandfathers 90&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. It was a great party, and it was so much fun, but I learned some pretty significant lessons from that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar run deep and old wounds caused by our own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; tend to hurt more and take longer to heal. I saw that in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;. Her parents divorced when she was a baby, and she and her dad did not get along for many years. They began to repair their relationship about 15 years ago. My mom has worked really hard to repair their broken ties, and now they are in a place of genuine love and respect for each other. However, no matter how far they have come, those old scars still burn. P and I were talking to my mom during the part about her and my grandfather as children, and her eyes welled up with tears talking about those old hurts. There is something about sharing blood that makes those old wounds hurt just a bit more than others. It was a great reminder that words have power, they can tear down or build up, and once they are out, you cannot take them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family tiffs can go on for years. My grandmother died when I was about 13. She was the anchor to my mothers side of the family. She and I were always very close. She spent the last year and a half of her life fighting lung cancer. My family and I came to see her at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; 2x a week (she lived about 45 min. away) while she was sick, and the last month of her life, we were at her house every day. I was there in the room when she died. She stopped speaking a few weeks before she passed because of the soars that had grown in her mouth and throat. The morning she died, I was by her bed, and she looked at me and told me I was the sunshine of her life. After that, she fell asleep and never woke up. God, I loved that woman. I loved her for who she was and not what she could give me, because she couldn't give much. After my step-grandfather died, she went to work at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to make ends meet. The most valuable things she owned were 2 small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necklaces&lt;/span&gt; with 2 tiny diamonds in there. She left those to me in her will. I never knew she had them. The day of her funeral, my uncles wife flipped out when she found out I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necklaces&lt;/span&gt;, and yelled at me in front of everyone. I told her she could have them if she wanted them, and I meant it. Ever since that day, she has removed herself from our family. We have seen her maybe 10 times in the last 15 years. I would gladly give those back to have a better relationship with her. I learned that stuff, no matter how beautiful or precious can never replace relationships&lt;br /&gt;My other aunt, my mom's step sister (my mom is 1 of 7, 5 are still living) moved far way and have never spoke to our family since the funeral. My mom thinks she had always felt like an outsider. I miss her, and I have written to her a few times over the years, but never heard back. I learned that you cannot take family for granted, we all need to feel loved and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and the others are still really close. They email and talk to each other all the time, which is awesome. Family is such a funny thing. I come from a huge, crazy tribe. The final lesson I learned from my mother in law. After a family reunion on that side of the family, she looked at me and said, "Family is a good hard thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2606085031910673206?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2606085031910673206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2606085031910673206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2606085031910673206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2606085031910673206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/lessons-learned-from-family-weekend.html' title='Lessons Learned from a Family Weekend'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1780975212785292708</id><published>2011-10-23T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:25:08.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>View from the Top</title><content type='html'>I work in a high rise office building now. My schedule, life, and office settings are totally different from when I was a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my desk is near one of our office doors and just outside my office door is the men's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;Being next to the door is probably not a good thing for me, as I watch everyone that walks by. I also watch the comings and goings of the men going into the restroom. The conclusion I have come to just by observation--men are gross and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my fabulous vantage point, I have observed many things about many men on my floor. For example, one ma goes to the restroom every sing hour on the hour. He will go into the restroom no less than 8 times a day. I chug water all day long--and I don't go 8x a day. Sometimes I wonder if he has bladder issues or a prostate problem. I was not sure so being the inquisitive, ravishing creature that I am, I decided to ask my expert, Dr. Google. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. says this man could have diabetes, he could be pregnant, have prostate problems, intestinal cysts, high blood pressure, or bladder cancer. I wonder what he has. Not judging, just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are men who go in the restroom, open the door, and turn around and walk right out. You KNOW &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somthin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; right in there for a man to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other men use the restroom lest frequently, but choose to stay in a while longer, a lot longer. I once noted that one man was in there for more than 30 minutes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;, Houston, that is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to me when the men don't expect someone else to be in the restroom. They get really surprised and I can see them jump and give a little start when the notice they are not going to be alone. I see them talking to one another, and sometimes someone will hold the door open and talk to the other person in the restroom from the hallway. --Real classy guys. Real classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if it is really quite in my office, I can here the toilets flush. It is kind of sick when the toilet flushes and the man stays in in there for a while longer. I have been told this is called a courtesy flush. O my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a really sweet old man on my floor. If I had to guess, I would say he is in his 80's. He is very sweet, and every time I see him, I make a point to chat with him. The problem is, when he goes into the restroom, he looks into my office to give me a wave. If I don't make eye contact with him, he will stand outside the restroom door and wait until I wave back at him. He is in there a long time in the mornings. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Guh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there are the men who come to my floor to use the restroom that don't work on my floor. That &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;skeeves&lt;/span&gt; me out. What horrible act are they going to do in there that they cannot bear to do within 100 feet of their own office near they own co-workers? Go home then, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do sit at the precipice of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1780975212785292708?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1780975212785292708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1780975212785292708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1780975212785292708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1780975212785292708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/view-from-top.html' title='View from the Top'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1685326447698101096</id><published>2011-10-19T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:17:31.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Confessions'/><title type='text'>Friday Confessions</title><content type='html'>I think I might start trying to do this regularly, just confessions on Friday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I am in an intense game of Words with Friends with a coworker--I have used scrabble cheat for all of my plays.&lt;br /&gt;2. I come from a family who consideres it a massive waste of time if you do not bring reading material into the bathroom with you everytime. (Do with that what you will)&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't think expensive cupcakes are worth it. I will stick with homeade&lt;br /&gt;4. I spent half of my work day yesterday playing on my ipad.&lt;br /&gt;5. I spent the other half of this day emailing with another girl in my company in another state. Way to be productive at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright--fess up, what are your confessions this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1685326447698101096?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1685326447698101096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1685326447698101096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1685326447698101096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1685326447698101096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-confessions.html' title='Friday Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8416922173223616382</id><published>2011-10-19T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T05:09:04.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>To Fool or Not To Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekNQ6mSG_mM/Tp91wTVo8MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7agNgaHROi8/s1600/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665376328940581058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekNQ6mSG_mM/Tp91wTVo8MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7agNgaHROi8/s200/running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been debating for last few weeks about doing another full marathon this year or just doing a half. &lt;em&gt;Just a half&lt;/em&gt;, it makes it sound so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I decided I want to do a full, the next day I change my mind. I think about it all the time. I ran the full in San Antonio for the past 2 years, and it is a great race, but I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if my heart is into doing a full this year. I have been doing more smaller races this year, quite a few 5K's and I have gotten faster with each race, and I go out wanting to p.r. every time. I have also been incorporating a speed workout into my routine every week, something that I always blew off in my past marathon training. As a result of my speed work, I have increased my speed, and I have found myself running about 45 seconds faster per mile comfortably. (That is based on the marathon pace of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I am pleased with the progress I have made. I want to do more than 5K's but less than a full marathon. I think I have set my mind on a couple of 1/2 marathons. I think this will allow me to do a big race, but continue to work on speed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still struggle with actually thinking of myself as a runner because I don't run sub 16 marathons a year at a sub 4 hour pace. I wish I could, but I am not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the 1/2 is where I want to be this year, and I really want to push myself. Plus, I am excited about doing some different races that I have not done before. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tentatively&lt;/span&gt;, I am thinking about doing the Austin half and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cowtown&lt;/span&gt; half, and maybe one more this racing season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you guys think? Are you doing any races?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8416922173223616382?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8416922173223616382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8416922173223616382&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8416922173223616382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8416922173223616382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-fool-or-not-to-fool.html' title='To Fool or Not To Fool'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekNQ6mSG_mM/Tp91wTVo8MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7agNgaHROi8/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7545255039010690596</id><published>2011-10-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:20:28.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>We had an awesome weekend---how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;Friday night P and I flew home for my grandfathers 90th birthday party. (It is a 6 hour drive and only a 45 min. flight. My parents offered to pay for our plane ticket if we came down, we said Yea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Houston for Papa's birthday, and all of my mom's family was there. She is 1 of 7 kids, 5 of whom are still living, needless to say, we are a huge clan.&lt;br /&gt;After landing on Friday night around 8, we popped over to the house to see the family and say hi to everyone. We drove home to my parents and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early Saturday and did a slow 5 mile run, then my mom and I hit up Target. She had a ton of coupon match up's and ended saving over 20.00 off her bill. We showered and got ready for the party. We went back over to my grandparents house, then to their favorite resturant and caught up with family members we have not seen in years. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we went home, changed, and walked 2 miles to my grandmother's house on my dad's side. We hung out there, watched the baseball game, and talked for a few hours with her and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Once home, we showered, watched the football game, and I passed out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;We flew back to the big D on Sunday mid-day and got stuff done. I went to the store, P went and picked up our dog, we did some laundry and cleaned the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend full of family time. I wish it was longer, but it was still so good.&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7545255039010690596?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7545255039010690596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7545255039010690596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7545255039010690596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7545255039010690596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-683947940528456532</id><published>2011-10-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T07:24:48.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Not Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;P and I are not good travelers. Wait, scratch that, we are great travelers. We are fun, adventurous, up for anything kind of people. We will go place on a whim, and we always want to explore and see whats out there. We will try most anything once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are good travelers, we are not good packers. NOT AT ALL. Our luggaage is cheap and broken. As a result we pack using bags. P has 2 backpacks, one small one that is actually a camel back holder and 1 large one that I can fit into. And that man can load those puppies up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When traveling, I usually carry my backpack, my purse, and then another bag, all of which are bursting at the seams. There is crap shoved into every pocket. A change of clothes in our carry on, and last minute crap we grabbed going out the door. Needless to say, it aint a pretty site when we drag all our crap in 18 different bags into the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we drive somewhere, it is actually worse. I am a bag lady. I buy bags all the freakn' time and I don't know why. Not purses, but big ass bags. The kind that hold a ton, but don't zip. Yep I am that girl. I have so many bags. I take those when it is a road trip. I have also been known to pack using a laundry basket. I just throw all my junk in there, throw it in my trunk and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On road trips with P- his motto is--we have the car, load er' up. Back seat- open for anything-just throw it back there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, we each over pack. Once, when we went skiing for 7 days, P brought 18 t-shirts. (Honey, sorry to throw you under the bus, but you did!) That is a lot of t-shirts given that we were in 8 degree weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I over pack undies and socks. I have this fear that I will run out of fresh/clean panties. For a 2 day weekend, I tend to pack 8-10 pair. Do I ever use them all, of course not. And books. I have being confised so I have to bring a ton of stuff to read or entertain myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it ALL ENDS TODAY. Today we become good packers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, upon making that announcement there is some triumphant music playing in the back ground.....just go with it....um k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I scooted to REI during lunch and bought this case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661126693160718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Bj8CTTL6M/TpBcu8ZTkRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jVsagIqA0VU/s200/suit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I ran to Target and bought a small carry on bag that zips up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The they don't match at all. At least it is luggage. I am driving to Austin for a girls weekend and I did not want to roll up into the hotel with 18 bags and a laundry basket, and my foam roller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These bags give me the paramaters I need to avoid over packing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My packing is going to be beautiful. Can't you see it now--I will be the picture of travel efficiency. I will be just like those people in the movies who carry one small carry on that holds 16 outfits and 5 pair of boots somehow. Yes, I will claim victory today over this travest of travel and become an organized packer. Victory will be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I can dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-683947940528456532?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/683947940528456532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=683947940528456532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/683947940528456532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/683947940528456532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-good.html' title='Not Good'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Bj8CTTL6M/TpBcu8ZTkRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jVsagIqA0VU/s72-c/suit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1464540209495540129</id><published>2011-10-04T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:37:02.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>Meeting #2</title><content type='html'>We have finally gotten all the paperwork done from our first meeting with our financial advisor. It has taken forever, been a major pain in the rear, but it is finally done. Now that he has our money, we have to decided what to do with the money, and how to invest it. For now, I leave you with all the questions that I typed up to ask him tonight. Some of these, I should have asked before now, but here they are.&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure to update you on the meeting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we investing with this fund?&lt;br /&gt;Should we diversify, is it smart to put all of our money with this one company?&lt;br /&gt;What happens if this fund shuts down?&lt;br /&gt;Will the stock market go up again?&lt;br /&gt;What happens if you leave this company?&lt;br /&gt;Is now a good time to invest our money?&lt;br /&gt;What happens if your company shuts down?&lt;br /&gt;People are talking about taking their moeny out of the banks, should we consider this?&lt;br /&gt;Is investing 15% enough?&lt;br /&gt;What is your one one our money is invested?&lt;br /&gt;What set of checks and balances are there with your company?&lt;br /&gt;What will you be able to do with our money once you give it to you?&lt;br /&gt;How many clients have beat their benchmarks or are on track with their goals?&lt;br /&gt;What goals do you have for us?&lt;br /&gt;How have your clients fared during the recessions?&lt;br /&gt;Can you combine all of your clients into one portfolio and tell me how they did?&lt;br /&gt;What is your short term investing record?&lt;br /&gt;What is your long term investing record?&lt;br /&gt;How do you make investment decisions for us?&lt;br /&gt;How do you decide when to stick with an investment or pull out?&lt;br /&gt;Who makes the decisions about our investing options? You, others, a group?&lt;br /&gt;Can we have a written outline of fees and investment strategies?&lt;br /&gt;If we want to leave this investment company is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;How many clients do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been disciplined for unlawful/unethical actions?&lt;br /&gt;Is your company making money?&lt;br /&gt;Who is your biggest competition right now?&lt;br /&gt;How is your company faring against the competition?&lt;br /&gt;How many lawsuits have been brought against this company?&lt;br /&gt;What is your investing philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;How do we know when we should adjust our investment strategy?&lt;br /&gt;What if we dont save enough moeny for retierment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there are about 20 more questions that I have typed up for him. Do you see any more I should ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1464540209495540129?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1464540209495540129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1464540209495540129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1464540209495540129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1464540209495540129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/meeting-2.html' title='Meeting #2'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5300816257650164877</id><published>2011-10-02T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T05:31:40.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>I am not one of those people who lives with out regrets, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Those people who say they don't, well I admire them.&lt;br /&gt;I have done some stupid things in my life, as well as some smart ones, but I still have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest regret is that I never moved to Paris, which we all know is a place I long for.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated college in December and I did not have job. I moved home, lived with my parents, job searched, saved some money, applied to grad school, and worked as a substitute teacher. I was accepted into grad school, and would start the following August. 8 months at home. While at home I worked out a ton, hung out with my parents, shopped at Target &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; to much, and probably annoyed my mom and dad enough for them to be thankful that I was their last child. To this day, I swear I hear anxiety in my moms voice when I tell her I am coming home for more than a week at a time. Apparently, they are concerned that I will try to change their eating habits, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt; away all their crap, and live a more minimalist lifestyle. What, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; like that? As we know, &lt;a href="http://www.livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/"&gt;I am always right&lt;/a&gt;, as is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I should have done:&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have moved home and had a huge garage sale. Just put all my junk out in the driveway and sold everything that people would have purchased. I should have taken that money, pocketed it, and work like a dog in about 18 different jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I should have saved all of that money. Once I had enough funds, I should have booked a one way plane ticket and short term apartment and moved to Paris for as long as I could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;I should have spent that time eating, reading, and exploring the city. Taking it all in and just live the life of the ex-pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my biggest regret. I should have taken the chance, and ran with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your biggest regret?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5300816257650164877?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5300816257650164877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5300816257650164877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5300816257650164877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5300816257650164877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/10/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-325793887823107875</id><published>2011-09-29T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:19:39.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm Her</title><content type='html'>Looking at yesterday's post, I had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt;, I am my mother.&lt;br /&gt;A decade ago, this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; would have made me ill. As I said before, &lt;a href="http://http:livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-dad.html"&gt;I was a major turd growing up. &lt;/a&gt;(A real pain in the a@#.)&lt;br /&gt;As I reread the song that I typed, the song she sang to me, I thought about all the way in which we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Me&lt;br /&gt;-she is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;voracious&lt;/span&gt; reader-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opinionated--&lt;/span&gt; me too&lt;br /&gt;-she loves Target-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she underestimates herself-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she knows every song from the 50's and 60's-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she laughs really loudly-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stubborn--&lt;/span&gt; me too&lt;br /&gt;-she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt;, no frugal-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she thinks she is always right-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she can hold a grudge-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she holds a black belt in silent warfare-- me too&lt;br /&gt;-she prefers baking to cooking ---me too&lt;br /&gt;-she shows her love through service --me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, after my husband, she is my best friend. She knows me so well and could probably predict how I would respond to most things.&lt;br /&gt;I like to shock her and make her think I am wild child and a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;In college when she asked me about my weekend plans, I would respond by saying "I am going to turn tricks on the corner, knock over a liquor store, get really wasted, then get some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tatts&lt;/span&gt; on my arms."&lt;br /&gt;-She did not think I was funny or charming when I said that.&lt;br /&gt;In other ways we are really different too.&lt;br /&gt;She is a good listener---I am not.&lt;br /&gt;She will let me ramble on about the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;assinine&lt;/span&gt; stuff without ever interrupting.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; lets me hang up the phone whenever I get tired of talking without getting mad.&lt;br /&gt;She never says I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;She lets me pick the radio and t.v. stations.&lt;br /&gt;She will eat raw fish at Whole Foods unknowingly because I ask her to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, she is pretty fantastic. She has more strength and courage than she shows or gives herself credit for. She does not recognize her grace or her virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from her I learned discipline.&lt;br /&gt;It is because of her that I am who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;It is because of her strength that I have never laid down, and let life beat me.&lt;br /&gt;It is because of her that I am a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I had to be like her--well, its not that terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-325793887823107875?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/325793887823107875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=325793887823107875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/325793887823107875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/325793887823107875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-her.html' title='I&apos;m Her'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2954621379306432812</id><published>2011-09-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:37:57.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Jock Walk</title><content type='html'>I have a special song that I sing to P in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt;, it is a song my mom used to sing to me, and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to you,&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to you,&lt;br /&gt;Were all in our places,&lt;br /&gt;With sunshiny faces,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the way,&lt;br /&gt;we start a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hum that to myself most mornings. I also sing that to P regularly in the mornings. He claims he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like it, but I know better. I know he really does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P also has a morning ritual. A few times a week before I leave, the likes to tell me, "Try to walk less like a jock." He then proceeds to mimic the way I walk. However, when he mimics me, it looks as if an ape were walking up right, just a tad step past dragging his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knuckles&lt;/span&gt; on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UHH&lt;/span&gt;--as if.....&lt;br /&gt;I walk the way I walk and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I walk fast- really fast. I don't really like to meander. I have a goal, I get to it, get it done, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;I step hard--I will give him that one. I am a loud walker. I wear heels almost everyday and they are loud.&lt;br /&gt;I am an alpha walker--I usually weave in and out of people, and I always try to slip in the door before the next person.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I race people to doors, corners, mailboxes. They don't know we are racing, but usually I win, and do a little victory celebration in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings when P does his little routine, I roll my eyes and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I walk how I walk, and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I know he does too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2954621379306432812?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2954621379306432812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2954621379306432812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2954621379306432812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2954621379306432812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/jock-walk.html' title='Jock Walk'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-9126366734050009242</id><published>2011-09-27T17:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:31:44.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Ipadded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtEM3jKzA7w/ToJqm37oWDI/AAAAAAAAATs/Acz7zyLMzr8/s1600/ipad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657201298012395570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtEM3jKzA7w/ToJqm37oWDI/AAAAAAAAATs/Acz7zyLMzr8/s200/ipad.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We purchased this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cost a lot of $$$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called P one afternoon, and by that night we bought it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had regrets because of $$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to talk about how much it $$$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-9126366734050009242?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9126366734050009242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=9126366734050009242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9126366734050009242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9126366734050009242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/ipadded.html' title='Ipadded'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtEM3jKzA7w/ToJqm37oWDI/AAAAAAAAATs/Acz7zyLMzr8/s72-c/ipad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2121066331313112658</id><published>2011-09-18T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:33:01.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Depressing</title><content type='html'>Now that I work in the corporate world, my days are different than when I taught.&lt;br /&gt;When I was teaching, the day was broken up into nice and neat segments, 1 hour incriments.&lt;br /&gt;With this new job- my days are no longer broken down into class times.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my days are measured by the programs on NPR.&lt;br /&gt;8-9 Morning edition. I get caught up on the major headlines&lt;br /&gt;9-11- The Diahne Rhems show&lt;br /&gt;11-12- Terry Gross. One of the best programs on NPR. I learn so much from her guests&lt;br /&gt;12-2- Think with Kris Boyd (a local show)&lt;br /&gt;2-3 The World with Marco Ormond. I learn about what is going on all over the globe&lt;br /&gt;3-4 All things Considered&lt;br /&gt;4-4:30- Marketplace-- Where I learn about all things financial&lt;br /&gt;4:30-5 All Things Considered wraps up my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I work, I keep the radio low, and I keep my ear out of interesting stories. I like the book reviews, and the interesting guests. The politics, while I might not agree, it is still interesting.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, that by the end of the day--I want to lay in a ball under my desk and start crying. The news is depressing. UHH. I have started only listening to the topical shows that do interviews with authors, chefs, or personalities (i.e. Fresh Air) because by the time the day is over, I leave work feeling guilty that I have a job because there are so many Americans out of work, and I feel like America is spiraling downward and never going to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit there and listen to the depressing news everyday. I have started to tune into the Dave Ramsey show. It's on the a.m. dial, so it does not come in well. I need more of that on the radio during the day. I need to hear postitive news. I need to hear that our best days are not behind us. I need to hear people being successful, because if we are going to recover from this hard time, then we need people succedding in business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2121066331313112658?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2121066331313112658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2121066331313112658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2121066331313112658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2121066331313112658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/depressing.html' title='Depressing'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5706628100652209623</id><published>2011-09-15T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:07:59.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>A Naked Outing</title><content type='html'>I waited patiently all day for it to get dark. I kept looking at the windows all evening. At 7:40 I turned to P ans said "It's dark."&lt;br /&gt;I even opened the door to show him--but nope--the sun was just setting, and it was not dark enough for him.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after what seemed like an eternity- it was dark, pitch black outside.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at P and said "let's go."&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, got off the couch and started getting ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;As he was getting ready, he looked at me and said--"Why are we doing this again?"&lt;br /&gt;I responded with "You promised to come with me."&lt;br /&gt;He replied with "I need to start asking more questions."&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night we drove about 1/4 of a mile (not the location I would have chosen, but I went with it.) We scaled the 7 foot fence and found ourselves alone on an empty golf course in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;It was time for P to get naked-as I was already going tribal myself.&lt;br /&gt;Standing under a tree in the dark, P did it! He took of his sandles and joined me.&lt;br /&gt;We went running without shoes--but with our clothes. We ran for about 20 minutes barefoot on the golf course, then we did a couple of build up sprints.&lt;br /&gt;We finished about 9, scaled the 7 foot fence again and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Born to Run, and it inpsired me to give naked running (running barefoot) a try.&lt;br /&gt;The book was so great. I could not put it down. I have already reread a few of the sections again, because it was so dense with information.&lt;br /&gt;I will do a full book review on the blog, but if you have not read it, go out and READ it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5706628100652209623?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5706628100652209623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5706628100652209623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5706628100652209623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5706628100652209623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/naked-outing.html' title='A Naked Outing'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1722844072223875602</id><published>2011-09-11T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:37:52.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>A Thankful Salute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt;, words are not enough, and they cannot do justice. There are others who are more eloquent than I, and they have said so much about this day, that has moved me to tears. Just like every other American, I remember exactly where I was, and what I was doing the moment those towers were hit. It was scary, sad, confusing, and frightening. A sad day for me, a life altering day for so many. It was the day of infamy for our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate today, P and I woke up this morning, and drove and were a part of this crowd. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651274242623178258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDmWfKp1_Tc/Tm1b-1_ehhI/AAAAAAAAATk/ISy02KNrDnU/s200/IMG_3457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were here at this tower. To honor, remember, and to say thank you, in a small, simple way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651274240201014882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHccnnJnhzI/Tm1b-s9_PmI/AAAAAAAAATc/36c1v9UzmSk/s200/IMG_3477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to watch over 300 firemen from North Texas trek up 110 flights of stairs in the 9/11 Memorial Climb. 343 firemen each wore a picture of one of the firemen who lost their lives at the World Trade Center. One of those 343 was a good friend of ours. He drove 2.5 hours just to do this. As the men and women marched past us in full gear, walking the 55 flights of stairs, twice to go the same distance as those at the World Trade Center, I found myself crying at the sight. There were young men and old, Women, Whites, Blacks, Asians, Hispanics and more. There were wives, kids, parents, and friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the bag pipes played Amazing Grace, and the fire fighters trudged up the stairs, I was so thankful for them, these brave people who put themselves in harms way every day. These are the great ones. These are the strong ones. These are some of the best we have to offer, and they sacrifice for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful experience, and one that I will never forget, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, I will be able to get even more involved in the years to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the best parts of today, was for the first time in months, I have not heard ANY political fighting. It felt like we were united again. It felt like we loved each other and we loved this country, together. It was a day to remember, to grieve, and to honor those who serve us, died for us, were victims of this terrible attack, and to tell them and their families, We Will Never Forget. Today politics were pushed aside, and for a few hours, it felt like us again. My hope and prayer is that we as a country will use this day to bring us back together and work towards healing the loss from that day, and from the infighting we have inflicted upon ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chants of USA at the football games moved me to tears again. The Star Spangled Banner moved me to tears. I love this country and everything she has given to me and to so many others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ask that tonight, you hug your family, and say an extra prayer for all of the public servants who give of themselves daily, and you pray for peace and unity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will never forget. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1722844072223875602?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1722844072223875602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1722844072223875602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1722844072223875602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1722844072223875602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful-salute.html' title='A Thankful Salute'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDmWfKp1_Tc/Tm1b-1_ehhI/AAAAAAAAATk/ISy02KNrDnU/s72-c/IMG_3457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7438925821032483442</id><published>2011-09-10T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:19:29.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>On My Book Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9-5NthWIgk/TmvhJiZDkdI/AAAAAAAAATU/VoH6XiUp7AM/s1600/photo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650857711433388498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9-5NthWIgk/TmvhJiZDkdI/AAAAAAAAATU/VoH6XiUp7AM/s200/photo5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have heard about this book for years, and I was at Whole Foods a few weeks ago and decided to finally bit the bullet and pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaDrAOmXTdA/TmvhJX07cwI/AAAAAAAAATM/LE1ZgYuioq8/s1600/photo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650857708597506818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaDrAOmXTdA/TmvhJX07cwI/AAAAAAAAATM/LE1ZgYuioq8/s200/photo4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to see the documentary about this book, Forks over Knives. I cant find a place that carries it. I am really interested to see how a plant based diet can change our health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RImxtsb8N8/TmvhJTtQYNI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZD0BYwWVDUg/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650857707491582162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RImxtsb8N8/TmvhJTtQYNI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZD0BYwWVDUg/s200/photo3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw the movie first, which is something I never do. The movie made me laugh and cry, so I just had to pick up the book to see what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCwMNvnuRSk/TmvhJGsBENI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oyh7JPutqDQ/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650857703996723410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCwMNvnuRSk/TmvhJGsBENI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oyh7JPutqDQ/s200/photo2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot put this down. Some friends came to stay with us a few weeks ago and gave us this book as a thank you. I started it on Thursday, and Iam over half way done. It is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76EFXdcQYX8/Tmvg61oGcQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JqtbBL5fIfI/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650857458898727170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76EFXdcQYX8/Tmvg61oGcQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JqtbBL5fIfI/s200/photo1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This I picked up today at B&amp;amp;N. I love Paris, and I have been aching to go back. Well, the next best thing is to read about it I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny that I have purchased so many books in the past few weeks. Usually, I don't buy books, I check them out from the library. Being new to the city, I have not found the libraries yet, so I have been buying them. Not exactly frugal, and most of my fun money has been dissappearing into the books. I think I need to put a stop to the book buying, and get back to the book borrowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you reading these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7438925821032483442?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7438925821032483442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7438925821032483442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7438925821032483442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7438925821032483442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-my-book-shelf.html' title='On My Book Shelf'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9-5NthWIgk/TmvhJiZDkdI/AAAAAAAAATU/VoH6XiUp7AM/s72-c/photo5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3898500079383384485</id><published>2011-09-07T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:10:57.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why do I...&lt;br /&gt;great my husband on the phone every time with "What up homey-g-funk-McNasty......&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I...&lt;br /&gt;wear a sweater to work today? Because it was the first time in 60 days that it was not over 100 degrees, and I thought that 96 was a tad bit chilly. Yes it is all relative, and no I was not the only woman in a sweater--I promise there were several others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that....&lt;br /&gt;when I find change on the ground I pick it up, dance around, and yell- yes yell at my husband "dividends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I...&lt;br /&gt;think that I have a better voice than Celine?&lt;br /&gt;because I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I...&lt;br /&gt;think I can flow better than Jay-Z and Snoop?&lt;br /&gt;because I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so freakin cool???........uhhh you dont have to answer that......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3898500079383384485?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3898500079383384485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3898500079383384485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3898500079383384485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3898500079383384485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-4555501600059778852</id><published>2011-09-06T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:06:20.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>365 + 1</title><content type='html'>A year ago today--&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; exactly where we were and what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been full for changes, obstacles, and trials.&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I was stressed, worried, tired, and a bit scared of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;366 days ago, this was our situation:&lt;br /&gt;We were homeless. We bounced from friends homes, to family houses, to hotels.&lt;br /&gt;We were living in an extended stay "hotel."&lt;br /&gt;We spent Labor Day weekend with family so we would not have to pay for said hotel room for 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;We lived out of our cars. Things we needed were in bags, baskets, and suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else was in a storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;I was "promoted" taught different classes to higher levels of kids&lt;br /&gt;P just started a temp job. He went to a few farms, literally knocked on their doors, and told them he knew how to drive a tractor.&lt;br /&gt;P rushed up to his parents house in the middle of the night because his dad had an "episode" and was taken by ambulance to the e.r.&lt;br /&gt;As we lay there at night in the "hotel" we could here people above us having "relations" every 2:30 a.m.--on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 things that got me through that time&lt;br /&gt;-The Lord, My husband, and hope&lt;br /&gt;I relied so heavily on the Lord during those times, and he never let me down. It was hard- but he never promised to take me out of it--He just promised to join me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband- P was a rock. I am someone who needs stability and order, and our life was lacking greatly in those areas. He was so understanding and patient with me. I think he gave me about 30 hugs a day, just to reassure me that everything was going to be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope. I hope and prayed things would change, that they would get better. They did- just slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are others who have suffered so much more that I have. My trials and problems are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; compared to what is going on in the world, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then, just as I know now, I am blessed beyond all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;. I am loved by God, my family, and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of that, through this crazy year we have lived in 5 different locations, moved hundreds of miles away from our friends and community, lived apart for 6 months, and now we both have very different jobs than we had before.&lt;br /&gt;Through it all I have learned something--I am stronger than I thought, both physically and mentally. P and I are stronger than I thought. It has been a year of change, or chaos, and of trials, and I am glad to be on the other side of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-4555501600059778852?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4555501600059778852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=4555501600059778852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4555501600059778852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4555501600059778852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/09/365-1.html' title='365 + 1'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3325199276380488768</id><published>2011-08-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:59:41.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>25 things&lt;br /&gt;1.I know every line to the movie Steel Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;2. I think cheap chocolate is way better than the expensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the last wedding I went to, I had at least 10 glasses of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gilmore Girls is still my favorite show of all time&lt;br /&gt;5. Sitcoms make me happy&lt;br /&gt;6. No matter how many marathons I run, I dont know that I will ever consider myself a true runner&lt;br /&gt;7. I program things to odd numbers--reheating in the microwave, volume number on tv; or radio&lt;br /&gt;8. I am not good with emotions&lt;br /&gt;9. I think pickles go with everything&lt;br /&gt;10. I never wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;11. I am not one of those people who lives without regrets&lt;br /&gt;12. Baseball is boring&lt;br /&gt;13. Golf is more boring than baseball&lt;br /&gt;14. My husband makes me want to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;15. Long walks are one of the best ways to end a day&lt;br /&gt;16. I dream of returning to Paris almost daily&lt;br /&gt;17. Scary movies give me nightmares&lt;br /&gt;18. If my purse is not completly organized I get stressed out&lt;br /&gt;19. I don't like to sit on couches---I would rather lay on them&lt;br /&gt;20. I look through my closet everyday for things to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;21. I never ever wear bracelets&lt;br /&gt;22. I have fallen off the treadmill more times than I care to remember&lt;br /&gt;23. Music moves me&lt;br /&gt;24. I get depressed without sunshine&lt;br /&gt;25. I am not creative--I call arts and crafts--arts and craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3325199276380488768?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3325199276380488768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3325199276380488768&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3325199276380488768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3325199276380488768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2830277694729335644</id><published>2011-08-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:13:30.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Dear Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These are the words I would say if I were brave or comfortable enough with emotions to tell them to my Dad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! I love you old man and I have some things to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, thank you for being my father. Thank you for loving me when it was hard, and when I didn't deserve love. I was a major turd for so long in my life, and you still loved me, supported me, and cared for me. I remember once in high school I wanted a CD, back before downloadable music even existed, and I didn't have a car or the cash for it. You told me you would get it for me. The next day I walked in the door, picked up the cd, and went to my room without even so much as a hello or a thank you. I don't think I even acknowledged your presence. Like I said, I was a turd for a major portion of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, thank you for being my cheerleader. When mom and I would fight-which happened a lot for a season of my life, you were the one I would go to. You would sit and talk to me, and listen, and listen without judgment. Again, I don't think I ever said thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one phrase you have said to me over and over all of my life, and sometimes, when I think about the day that you are no longer here, I wonder what life will be without those words. Do you know what I am talking about? You told me time and time again, "I am proud of you baby." When I scored a winning goal, you said it. When I studied my butt of and still got a C on all those math tests, you said it because you knew how hard I worked. When I graduated high school you said it. When I got my full ride to college, you said it. For so long, for so much of my life, I have done things, to win your approval and to hear that you were proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I used to be scared to dissapoint you? I knew that mom would get pissed and she was the enforcer of punishments, but I was so scared to do stuff wrong because I didn't want to see that look of dissapointment in your eyes when you looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, thank you for working your ass off and taking crap from your bosses for years, for us. We might never have had the nicest cars, the best toys, hottest fashions, but we always had food on the table, gas in the cars, a warm bed to sleep in, and a place to call our own. You gave up your dreams for mom, CJ, and I . Never once in childhood did we say thank you, or "were proud of you." Dad, we are thankful for you and proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to call you my father, and I hope you are proud to call me your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2830277694729335644?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2830277694729335644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2830277694729335644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2830277694729335644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2830277694729335644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-dad.html' title='Dear Dad'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6142065621330255707</id><published>2011-08-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:17:25.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hot Mess</title><content type='html'>I realized something the other day as I was checking out at the grocery store....during check out, I am a hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;Let me replay the checkout from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-place green bags on belt&lt;br /&gt;-place groceries on belt&lt;br /&gt;-my grocery store price matches- so I pull out the ad from an organic grocery store that is just too far away and the clerk has to price match my food.&lt;br /&gt;-opportunity 1 for clerk to get annoyed with me&lt;br /&gt;-as the clerk is bagging, I realize my cold stuff did not get put into the bag I put on the counter that is insulated to keep my groceries cold, so I say something to the clerk and start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; the goods.&lt;br /&gt;-second opportunity for clerk to get annoyed with me&lt;br /&gt;- i start chatting with clerk. ask about day, how they are doing&lt;br /&gt;-not sure but think this might annoy clerk....third opportunity for clerk to get annoyed with me&lt;br /&gt;-everything has been scanned, and I hand over all my coupons&lt;br /&gt;-fourth opportunity for clerk to get mad at me&lt;br /&gt;-as the clerk scans coupons, I point out when they are scanned for the incorrect amount and ask the clerk to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;-remind the clerk that she did not take off 5c per bag for my green bags---at this point she is ready to spit in my face.&lt;br /&gt;-fifth opportunity for clerk and all the people in line behind me to get annoyed with me&lt;br /&gt;-total pops up on screen&lt;br /&gt;-i whip out my envelope system (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; Dave Ramsey!) and pull out my cash and fish around the coin section for the exact change&lt;br /&gt;-sixth opportunity for everyone to get annoyed as I count out my change&lt;br /&gt;-Finally done with check out, i swear i feel clerk and all other grocery shoppers roll their eyes as I walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a hot mess at the check out line, but in my defense, it is really hard to buy mostly organic food, and high quality produce on a tight budget--so I have to pull out all of my tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6142065621330255707?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6142065621330255707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6142065621330255707&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6142065621330255707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6142065621330255707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/hot-mess.html' title='Hot Mess'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2335608795928392833</id><published>2011-08-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:27:41.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Animal Spirit</title><content type='html'>I am active in the bed, seriously, I am an animal. (uh....wait....o, uh were you thinking something nasty....shame on you). I mean sleeping-hello.&lt;br /&gt;I am what is called an "active" sleeper. We have a queen sized bed, which means it is 60 X80. With my sleeping patterns I tend to take up the following dimensions, 59 X75. It is always great for me because I am a good sleeper. I fall to sleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, and I rarely wake up in the middle of the night. I have always been a really hard sleeper, and once I am out, it is hard to wake me up. While this is fabulous for me, this is not so wonderful for the hubs, for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;First, I tend to sleep as an X. I sleep on my stomach with my arms flailing to both sides and my legs are all over the place. And then I move. It is not uncommon for me to wake up with my head falling off the side of the bed, with my legs falling off the other, in an almost horizontal position as opposed to the vertical position I started out.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the other night that P sleeps on his side with half of his body falling off the bed, while I take up the majority of it. Plus, I run cold, so I tend to be all over him for warmth. Again, this is great for me, but not so great for him, because he runs hot. Apparently at some point in the night, every night, I tend to throw my arm across his chest and my leg on his stomach which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restricts&lt;/span&gt; his breathing. Whoops, but again, I have no control over this and I get a great night sleep and P, well he manages some how.&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I feel bad about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; up 98% of the bed, but really there is nothing I can really do about it, so I just go on about my night sleeping beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;We want to get a king size bed, but due to living in an apartment right now, our bedroom is too small for that large of a bed. I think the only thing that gets P through the night is him dreaming of a king sized, no a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; king sized bed that we will buy someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2335608795928392833?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2335608795928392833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2335608795928392833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2335608795928392833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2335608795928392833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/animal-spirit.html' title='Animal Spirit'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1893400853121429427</id><published>2011-08-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:42:40.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I hate debt--duh. I hate it for so many reasons, but I realized something a few weeks ago that made me hate it even more. Debt robs you of hopes and dreams. It stifles you and makes you believe that things are not possible or achievable.&lt;br /&gt;P and I have been out of debt for a few years now, but one thing we never got back to was dreaming. I didn't realize this until we moved to Dallas, but now, it is like we have given ourselves permission to dream again. Permission to hope and think about the future, about the things that we want to do and see. We have given ourselves permission to think about the future, to dream about what we want out of life, and it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing big coming up, but it feels good to just let go of that old and hope for things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Jermiaha 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1893400853121429427?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1893400853121429427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1893400853121429427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1893400853121429427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1893400853121429427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7833408750280966198</id><published>2011-08-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:55:00.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SF6MhiW4apM/TjdKwdKcD9I/AAAAAAAAASs/GzI1o8hlWEA/s1600/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636055655000051666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SF6MhiW4apM/TjdKwdKcD9I/AAAAAAAAASs/GzI1o8hlWEA/s200/IMG_3003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"An ounce of pretension is worth a pound of manure." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7833408750280966198?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7833408750280966198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7833408750280966198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7833408750280966198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7833408750280966198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/08/ounce-of-pretension-is-worth-pound-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SF6MhiW4apM/TjdKwdKcD9I/AAAAAAAAASs/GzI1o8hlWEA/s72-c/IMG_3003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3827147946199742917</id><published>2011-07-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T07:52:27.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Heat Stroke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJDDlFv8WFM/TjVrsdcFm4I/AAAAAAAAASk/OaLTNElXaWs/s1600/sun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635528920284896130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJDDlFv8WFM/TjVrsdcFm4I/AAAAAAAAASk/OaLTNElXaWs/s200/sun.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9H-2mNEnus/TjVp59tb1LI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZLz1Mu1aCeE/s1600/sun.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No doubt you have heard about the extreme heat and drought we are going through. It has been over 100 degrees every day since I moved here. This week one day the high is 108. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went running the other night about 7 thinking it would be cooler, I almost past out because it was so hot. At 6 am it is already over 90. There is no way to get cool or stay cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is brutal and misserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweatin' it up all day in Dallas--Wahoo!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3827147946199742917?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3827147946199742917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3827147946199742917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3827147946199742917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3827147946199742917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/07/heat-stroke.html' title='Heat Stroke'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJDDlFv8WFM/TjVrsdcFm4I/AAAAAAAAASk/OaLTNElXaWs/s72-c/sun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-9213851654751369835</id><published>2011-07-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:43:28.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>Post Meeting Update</title><content type='html'>We met with our ELP yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;First, it was really great to act on this step. I feel like we have been stuck on step 3 for a while due to circumstances, so I was pumped to start moving ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Our ELP was great. He had was Dave calls, "the heart of a teacher." Our meeting started about 5:45, and we didn't end up leaving until almost 8. He explained things so well, and we both walked out of there feeling as if we learned so much.&lt;br /&gt;We got the paper work started to roll over some old 403 B's and 401K's into newer investments.&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks we need to do a little digging into some old investments and gathering paper work and getting everything going in the right direction and squared away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it was a great decision and hopefully we will be able to reach our goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-9213851654751369835?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9213851654751369835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=9213851654751369835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9213851654751369835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9213851654751369835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-meeting-update.html' title='Post Meeting Update'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3230856314462210956</id><published>2011-07-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T18:48:03.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me working'/><title type='text'>Preceptions</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder what others think of you? How do they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; you? Is it the same way you think and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I think of myself as weak. You could ask anyone in my life, and they would tell you that they think I am mentally strong. My husband, my friends, my family, they would all say the same thing. Sure, I can do things I don't like and I can tough them out, but what people don't see is the mental battle. I have to battle things out in my mind so often. There have been so many times when I have wanted to quit something, when I just didn't want to face reality and mentally it was a big struggle to deal with stuff. When I think of a person of strength, I feel like they would never have the thoughts of caving in, of giving up, of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember growing up and going through some hard times, and I would look at my dogs, and wish that I had been born an animal so that I would not have to go through tough time. Its funny that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; this, because whenever something hard would come up, I would sit there and wish that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to lie and write that I didn't know where this was coming from, but the truth is I know the root of this. I started a new job today. I am working in a corporate office in a high rise building, and today was hard. There was so much new stuff thrown at me, and so much information, and I realized very quickly how much I don't know. When I left for lunch, I walked away questioning my ability to do this job. Do I have what it takes? Can I do this?&lt;br /&gt;Then, the really stupid part of me realized that I will no longer have a week off for Thanksgiving, or 3 weeks off for Christmas, or Spring Break like I did when I was a teacher. And I found myself longing for the classroom. Longing for the comfort of my warm safe haven where I knew what to do and how to do it. And I spent the day questioning my decision to take this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And for a brief second I found myself gazing at my dog and...well, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3230856314462210956?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3230856314462210956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3230856314462210956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3230856314462210956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3230856314462210956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/07/preceptions.html' title='Preceptions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3975518033293875937</id><published>2011-07-11T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:06:05.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>Step 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NefmbQxkFE/ThuAqpw57BI/AAAAAAAAASU/wI8QkxNjs4c/s1600/dave.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628233629583404050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NefmbQxkFE/ThuAqpw57BI/AAAAAAAAASU/wI8QkxNjs4c/s200/dave.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a long time since I have done a financial update. Way tooo long.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is--we have reached the Dave Ramsey Step 4!&lt;br /&gt;We reached step three quite a while ago, but with P being out of a full time job, and working part time jobs for the past year, we have been in a bit of a holding pattern financially, and we were working to build our war-chest as Dave calls it. Basically, we knew we were moving, and there were a lot of changes and we were uncertain about so many things, that we needed to simply pile up some cash for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are ready to move on! I have gone on Dave's website and I have contacted and ELP and we will be working to get our investments up to snuff!!&lt;br /&gt;IRA roll overs, Roth IRA's and investment talk is in our future. And I am very excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3975518033293875937?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3975518033293875937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3975518033293875937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3975518033293875937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3975518033293875937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/07/step-4.html' title='Step 4'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NefmbQxkFE/ThuAqpw57BI/AAAAAAAAASU/wI8QkxNjs4c/s72-c/dave.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6644927649995808621</id><published>2011-06-30T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:14:53.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5uZtov3rys/TgzHe5cSHQI/AAAAAAAAASM/7BOS7Aj-QX4/s1600/Food.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624089368308358402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5uZtov3rys/TgzHe5cSHQI/AAAAAAAAASM/7BOS7Aj-QX4/s200/Food.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Food Inc. this weekend. WOW. I was floored by what we saw. Some of the things revealed in that movie blew my mind. The chemicals they use in our foods and the processes they use to grow our meat, I was horrified by what we saw. When it was over we immediatly walked out the door and went to Whole Foods. It was a nice, cleansing experience, and made me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did walk away from the movie a bit confused on where to start. We eat pretty healthfully around here, but we don't buy organic foods because of the price, we honestly cannot afford to buy everything organic. However, we did decide that we are going to start small, and we are going to start with our meat. I go meatless 2 days a week, and this past weekend, the hubs and I talked about it, and he said he would give up meat 2 days a week also so that we can buy organic meat!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were at Whole Foods we ended up talking to the butcher, his name is Tom. He was so helpful and very informative. We ended up buying some organic steaks(they are huge and cost a ton, they better be worth it!) and because the most common type of meat we eat is chicken, Tom the butcher gave us some raw chicken for free. He even explained how the organic chicken actually tasts different because of the way it was raised. We decided that we are going to make the organic chicken and the normal chicken we buy in the exact same way in different pans and have a little taste test. I will let you know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you and your family, do yall eat organics? Do you see a difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A special thanks goes out to Denise at &lt;a href="http://dmoms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Capturing the Days&lt;/a&gt;. She gave me some guidance on my food journey. Thanks Denise!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6644927649995808621?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6644927649995808621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6644927649995808621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6644927649995808621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6644927649995808621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/06/food-inc.html' title='Food Inc.'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5uZtov3rys/TgzHe5cSHQI/AAAAAAAAASM/7BOS7Aj-QX4/s72-c/Food.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8447262278361553174</id><published>2011-06-26T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T08:18:40.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Fight Face</title><content type='html'>Fight Face- a hard shelled face, stubborn, jerky, bratty, emotionally walled, distant, unaviliable, and obsninant.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my fight face on for the past few weeks. The weekend that we moved up to Dallas, P and I had a great weekend, we were open, vulnerable, and completly honest with each other. It was amazing. But, somehow, after all of that tearing down of walls, and being open and honest, I put the walls right back up. I have been really argumentative the past few days/years/ all of my life. When I feel I am not being heard, or listened to, or my adgenda is being pushed to the side continually, I will put up one hell of a fight. I will put up a fight in really small ways. For example, I will get into an argument with the hubs at Blockbuster in the middle of the day about what movie to rent, and when the store clerk comes over the help us decide, and he sides with the hubs, I will continue to be pissed off for about 2 hours longer. (Why not rent 2 movies you ask? Well, Blockbuster has a free movie deal going on for the month of June, and I am too cheap to spend 2.99 to rent a second movie, and would rather wait until the next day to get the movie.)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I am going to make an effort to have my fight face on less and be open and vulnerable more. Lets see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8447262278361553174?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8447262278361553174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8447262278361553174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8447262278361553174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8447262278361553174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/06/fight-face.html' title='Fight Face'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-9085257829979058179</id><published>2011-06-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:10:47.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Them vs. Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWxEXXJssGk/Tfp6FdVtcNI/AAAAAAAAASE/BByuZPnbU24/s1600/Dallas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618937719291736274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWxEXXJssGk/Tfp6FdVtcNI/AAAAAAAAASE/BByuZPnbU24/s200/Dallas.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been here in Dallas for 2 weeks now. The Big D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am adjusting and applying for jobs. Everything is unpacked and put in its place!! We spent last Saturday cleaning out so much stuff, and we purchased some shelves from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;, and now our garage is a lean, clean, organized machine!!! AWESOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a few bites from the resumes that I have been sending out. I have had some meetings and interviews and I have a temporary job for two weeks starting next Monday. (Side note, one interview was on the 38th floor of a 39 story building. I looked out the window and my palms were sweating. I spent the entire interview trying to calm my pounding heart, and hide my sweat stained pits from the interviewers. I am NOT a fan of heights)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adjustment is going well, its just really really different. I have never lived in a big city. I grew up in a small town, went to college in a small town, and I have lived in a small town for the past four years. Now, we are in the heart of Dallas. There is a high rise condo building across the street, there are high rises less than 1/2 a mile down the road, and the freeway is about 1/4 of a mile from here. We are living in the heart of the big city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not realize how many wealthy people live in Dallas. The most common brand of car in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;; Lexus. Would the plural of that be Lexi? Plus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Acura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Infinity&lt;/span&gt;, and Mercedes. There have been some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bentley's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt; the hood as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a Honda and a Dodge......yea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I have noticed is how different I am from many of the women around here. Just from observation here are some differences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Blonde hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fake boobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dressed up 95% of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in make up 100% of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;clevage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flat Brunette hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all natural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chestage&lt;/span&gt;, on the smaller side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dressed in shorts and tee shirts 95% of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;make up about 2% of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't show &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cleavage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice this when I go to the stores. I have seen women come home from work, get out of their work clothes, and then walk the dog in outfits that I would consider appropriate from going out. When I work out, I look like trash. These women wear tight spandex shorts and sports bras, and their hair looks better than mine ever will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, if you see a brunette girl in the midst of the big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair set---&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; me, trying to hold on to normalcy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-9085257829979058179?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9085257829979058179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=9085257829979058179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9085257829979058179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9085257829979058179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/06/them-vs-me.html' title='Them vs. Me'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWxEXXJssGk/Tfp6FdVtcNI/AAAAAAAAASE/BByuZPnbU24/s72-c/Dallas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-7469756083084602979</id><published>2011-06-07T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:02:38.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>We are now settled into our new place!! Pics to come I promise.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized is, I might be a tad bit OCD. Well, maybe not offically, maybe just anal?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see--you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I get frustrated if one package is opened before another is finished? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Example: There are currently 3 tubes of toothpaste opened in our bathroom. That drives me insane. You should only open a tube of toothpaste when the one you were using before is completly empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it drive me nuts that there are 2 packages of chicken stock opened and not empty in the fridge? Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have an issue with the fact that during moving, you have to move from one project to another before one is completed? Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on. One thing I learned during this moving process, I am ANAL in a bad way. Check and mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about yall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-7469756083084602979?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7469756083084602979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=7469756083084602979&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7469756083084602979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/7469756083084602979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i.html' title='Am I?'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1586998182868185446</id><published>2011-06-02T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:04:00.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gobC4m1ioMY/TeelSuKRhoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pl8ZWlZ4urY/s1600/moving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613637201587963522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gobC4m1ioMY/TeelSuKRhoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pl8ZWlZ4urY/s200/moving.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ends today. The long distance six months is over. We finished, we made it, and now we are done. P is flying in to town today and we are picking up the moving truck this afternoon. We are going to load our storage unit today, and then load the boxes from our apartment. We will stay here one more night, then get up tomorrow and start the move. We are stopping off at the in-laws house to drop off some things and spend the night, then we will be moving into our new place on Saturday. We have some friends coming over to help us today and then on Saturday so it should go pretty quickly. We don't have a ton of stuff, and I am hoping and praying that P will be open to the idea of going through all of our stuff and getting rid of some (many) things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1586998182868185446?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1586998182868185446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1586998182868185446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1586998182868185446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1586998182868185446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gobC4m1ioMY/TeelSuKRhoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pl8ZWlZ4urY/s72-c/moving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2760861460256162453</id><published>2011-05-30T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:44:00.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>The Solution</title><content type='html'>Packing.&lt;br /&gt;Boxes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Junk everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution--a match. Gonna burn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I dont get arrested for arson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2760861460256162453?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2760861460256162453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2760861460256162453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2760861460256162453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2760861460256162453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/05/solution.html' title='The Solution'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-4935559267863307530</id><published>2011-05-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T05:50:11.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Runners Envy</title><content type='html'>Running the last few months has been really hard. I have gone out on runs, but the entire time it was a mental battle, I simply was not into it. I would run because I needed exercise, but mentally I was counting down the seconds until I could stop.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I have had no desire to run since the last marathon I did back in November. Running had lost its place for me, and I was not sure what to make of that. I have always run, and I have always enjoyed it for the most part. It was perplexing to me for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;However, something changed in me last week. I have had a lot to do in the afternoons and I knew that there were some days I was not going to get a chance to work out. As I was driving home from work the other afternoon I saw some people out running, and I became really envious. I was jealous that they were out running and I was not! It stirred something in me to go out and run. So I did. I didn't have much time before dark (and living by myself, I try not to go out past dark) so I ran a quick 2 miles and it felt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got up early and ran for an hour, and I enjoyed every second of it!!&lt;br /&gt;It is like rediscovering an old friend that I have been missing for a really long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-4935559267863307530?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4935559267863307530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=4935559267863307530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4935559267863307530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4935559267863307530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/05/runners-envy.html' title='Runners Envy'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5188038973561323118</id><published>2011-05-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:02:43.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Best Show on T.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Real Housewives of Uvalde, TX? Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregnant at 85? Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surviving on this random island? Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608256303676633458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0oYRcW2yms/TdSHZPX9sXI/AAAAAAAAARw/_KNaXOtypX8/s200/show.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST SHOW ON T.V. Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see a grown man dressed as a tomato talking to parents dropping off their kids at school? Watch this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see a grown man passionate about food, and feeding kids well? Watch this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see a grown man take on the establishment? Watch this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to be motivated to eat whole delicious foods? Watch this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie Oliver is amazing on this show. I cannot get enough of it. He is trying to get into the LA school system and change the food offerings to the kids of the city, and the school board has locked him out. He turns to some guerrilla style campaigning and it is awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to find out if he can transform the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show is on ABC but you can also find it on HULU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5188038973561323118?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5188038973561323118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5188038973561323118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5188038973561323118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5188038973561323118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-show-on-tv.html' title='The Best Show on T.V.'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0oYRcW2yms/TdSHZPX9sXI/AAAAAAAAARw/_KNaXOtypX8/s72-c/show.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-4854227728875070906</id><published>2011-05-16T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:41:31.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IfNIMLr4oI/TdHDNsUyArI/AAAAAAAAARo/uhDJQxgfcnU/s1600/rain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607477651057017522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IfNIMLr4oI/TdHDNsUyArI/AAAAAAAAARo/uhDJQxgfcnU/s200/rain.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained, finally. We have been in a severe drought. The last time it rained here was back in November. We have been praying and hoping for rain for months. With all the wild fires and the heat, we have been is desperate need of rain. We need it to rain every day for about 3 weeks in order to get caught up. We are in water restrictions and rationing already. The aquifer is low, low, low. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, about 9 a.m. the sky darkened, it was literally pitch black, and the sky opened up and it rained, hailed, thundered, and lightning(is that a word???) for about an hour. It slowed down, and a soft rain fell for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming from someone who loves sunshine, I know how bad we need the rain, but we praise God for what He gave us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-4854227728875070906?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4854227728875070906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=4854227728875070906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4854227728875070906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4854227728875070906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IfNIMLr4oI/TdHDNsUyArI/AAAAAAAAARo/uhDJQxgfcnU/s72-c/rain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-4941283810573796814</id><published>2011-05-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:59:49.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>The perfect pair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf8gMWnFj0I/TcntLA0H8hI/AAAAAAAAARg/v2zMaITwN8k/s1600/IMG_3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605271984692261394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf8gMWnFj0I/TcntLA0H8hI/AAAAAAAAARg/v2zMaITwN8k/s200/IMG_3081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dxzi6qfZWs/TcnsWyO5Y-I/AAAAAAAAARY/A7kUH3D_gmQ/s1600/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605271087424824290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dxzi6qfZWs/TcnsWyO5Y-I/AAAAAAAAARY/A7kUH3D_gmQ/s200/IMG_3086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main man these days while my husband is out of town. He is awesome! He is my perfect dog. He plays, he sleeps in my bed, and keeps me company when no one is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about him--he loves to run!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the perfect running partner for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never gets tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is faster than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never makes me feel bad about skipping a run(as if he could???).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is always happy to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He understands when I need to run more than once a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is just happy to be on the leash.Pretty much- he is the perfect running partner for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-4941283810573796814?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4941283810573796814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=4941283810573796814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4941283810573796814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/4941283810573796814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-pair.html' title='The perfect pair'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hf8gMWnFj0I/TcntLA0H8hI/AAAAAAAAARg/v2zMaITwN8k/s72-c/IMG_3081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3085842960247288021</id><published>2011-05-08T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:54:03.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My needs</title><content type='html'>I had a tough week last week. There were some tough days, some tears, some sadness. In less than a month, we are moving, and I will finally be living in the same town as my husband. Last week was hard. I was missing P a lot, and I knew we were not going to see each other this weekend. I felt really sad and alone all last week, all I wanted was family time. This 6 month work seperation has begun to take its toll on me. I have no idea how military families do it, and I have even more respect for them now, than I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had the 2nd best thing happen this weekend--my parents came in town. They got here Friday afternoon, and they hung out at the house until I got home, around 11 p.m. I had event Friday night, and it ended really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend. We ate good food, celebrated my mom's birthday on Saturday, and mothers day today! We shopped a little, watched movies, played in the river, and ran some errands. Besides P, it was just what the doctor ordered for me. I feel better, refreshed, and ready to go another week until P comes home this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3085842960247288021?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3085842960247288021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3085842960247288021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3085842960247288021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3085842960247288021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-needs.html' title='My needs'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5227186738923852152</id><published>2011-04-27T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:50:49.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Some ID please?</title><content type='html'>In bed. 7:45 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please check my id to ensure that I am not in fact 83 years old??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am sick, so that is my "excuse")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5227186738923852152?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5227186738923852152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5227186738923852152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5227186738923852152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5227186738923852152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-id-please.html' title='Some ID please?'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6104566528718973138</id><published>2011-04-24T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:57:15.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Project 2: The Big Eat Through</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I wrote about us moving--again.&lt;br /&gt;I have about 6 weeks before the moving day, so I have started to find projects that need to get done around the house.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out and organized our storage unit, which makes storing stuff much easier.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have started to try and eat through most of our food. I have been going to the store and trying to only buy fresh produce, and I want to get creative with my meals the next few weeks. I want to be able to eat through as much of the food I have on hand as much as possible. There will be some pretty "creative" (read, random junk thrown together) in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Off to pack even more stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6104566528718973138?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6104566528718973138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6104566528718973138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6104566528718973138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6104566528718973138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/04/project-2-big-eat-through.html' title='Project 2: The Big Eat Through'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5163630651336105726</id><published>2011-04-18T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:58:34.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me working'/><title type='text'>Job Search</title><content type='html'>It has officially begun, the dreaded J-O-B search. Ahhh I hate looking for a job. I hate it. But it begins. I am a teacher, and if you have seen the news, or know anything about education in Texas these days-- the projection is pretty bleak. The state is cutting MILLIONS of dollars in education. In almost every district in the state teachers are being laid off, or forced into retirement. It is really sad. So I am looking in other places and in different fields. To be honest, I am really sad to be leaving my place of work, I really am. I am so comfortable, I make a great wage, my team members are good (most of them), and I am happy there. But, we are moving to create a better life for ourselves. P has an amazing opportunity at his new company, and I am so ready to be in a place where he can be successful in his work. Work has been going well for him, which is awesome, and I want to be in a place to support him. Please be praying for my job search. Here we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5163630651336105726?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5163630651336105726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5163630651336105726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5163630651336105726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5163630651336105726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/04/job-search.html' title='Job Search'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-1459633954981615963</id><published>2011-04-07T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:56:02.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Meatless times Deux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Obhpq83AzV8/TZ4-CDkiEaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZKDcpuo1TBU/s1600/meat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592975992279929250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Obhpq83AzV8/TZ4-CDkiEaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZKDcpuo1TBU/s200/meat.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a while ago (I have no idea when)that I wanted to go meatless once a week. I have been doing that for a while, and it is surprisingly easy. That is a big deal for me, because for about 25 years, I didn't consider it dinner if I didn't have a piece of meat, a starch, and a veggie from a can (corn or green beans???) on my dinner plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started learning more about meat, what it does to your health, and how it affects you, and I have made a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; effort to eat less meat. It has been going really well, and I decided that I can do more than just one time a week. I am upping my meatless days to 2 days a week, Monday and Friday. For the next year, I am going to go meatless on these 2 days. I want to systematically continue to cut out the meat. I have learned to enjoy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quinoa&lt;/span&gt;, veggies (roasted is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;!!!) and more fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have even been eating more Whole Foods,and have cut out quite a bit of the processed stuff. Yes, I still eat wheat thins (best crackers ever!!!) but I really have changed my diet, and I like the effects. I have lost some weight, and my running is getting better and better. I like what I have done, and where this is leading!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-1459633954981615963?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1459633954981615963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=1459633954981615963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1459633954981615963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/1459633954981615963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/04/meatless-times-deux.html' title='Meatless times Deux!'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Obhpq83AzV8/TZ4-CDkiEaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZKDcpuo1TBU/s72-c/meat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-9035046608838059331</id><published>2011-04-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:16:06.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>This is a first</title><content type='html'>I just did our taxes--I know it is late, but life has been crazy. For the first time since we have been married, we get a REFUND!!!! Finally. Seriously, the last 3 years, we have owed money, big time. What is crazy is that, we were in a high tax bracket, but seriously, we didn't make much money at all. Whew---to be honest, I kept putting off doing our taxes because I was seriously dreading it. Thank goodness. They are done and filed, and we get a nice small refud this year. I am just so glad that we don't owe anything. WAHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-9035046608838059331?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9035046608838059331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=9035046608838059331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9035046608838059331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/9035046608838059331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-first.html' title='This is a first'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5645561513024086022</id><published>2011-03-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:16:37.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I Stink</title><content type='html'>I stink at communication. Really badly. And, whats worse, is I didn't even know how bad I stunk at it.&lt;br /&gt;What is funny about this is, I am a really chatty person. I talk a lot. I am social. But, I really struggle with talking about myself or my feelings. I would rather talk about other people. Statements starting with "I feel..." or "My desire, my wish" I really struggle with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to ask a lot of questions--a lot. I am a contextual learner. If I am learning something, I want to know why did this happen, how did it happen, start at the beginning. P can ask me to do something, or get something, and my first question is, why? Why do I need to pick up this from the store. Why do you need me to do this for you. It can come across at times as being defiant, as being stubborn, but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; want to know why are you telling me this, why are you asking me this.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing---I get really uneasy when people ask me questions. It is really weird. I don't like to talk about myself. I don't know if I have always been like this, or if this is new. I honestly have no clue. I think that this is part of the reason I get really nervous about meeting new people. Once I get over the initial nervousness, I am fine, but going into new situations with new people I get nervous. But, its really funny that I get this way because---I AM SO SOCIAL. I just like to be social with my friends that I already know. Its weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason I am writing this post is because P and I had a really long conversation tonight and his response to something I said was "I am glad you finally said that, I just can't believe it has taken 4 years." It was that moment that I realized, I stink at communication.&lt;br /&gt;I have thoughts, and I have opinions, about everything--I just don't tend to voice them, and its weird.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, emotions are really hard for me. I don't cry much, and when I do, I am a disaster. I don't like mushy, I don't like sad, those are emotions that I have (duh) but I don't express them very often--hardly ever. Why? Is this a female thing? Is this a me thing? I like peppy, joyful, happy. That manifests itself is so many areas of my life. The music I like, 90% is upbeat fun music to dance to. The movies I like are funny, upbeat, and positive. The t.v. shows I like are usually sitcoms. The books I gravitate towards are chick lit, that are funny and light.&lt;br /&gt;There is this great quote from the movie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Somethings&lt;/span&gt; Got to Give. In the movie, Jack Nicholson's character is an older man who casually dates younger women. He ends up falling in love with Diane Keaton, a woman his own age who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; him in every way. At one point, she asks, "Whats with all the younger girls?" His response, "I just like to travel light."&lt;br /&gt;That line cracks me up, and sometimes, I feel the same way, I just want to travel light. I want to laugh, have fun, and enjoy and celebrate life. I don't think this makes me a hedonist, but sometimes I just like to travel light.&lt;br /&gt;How do you like to travel? (metaphorically, of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5645561513024086022?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5645561513024086022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5645561513024086022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5645561513024086022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5645561513024086022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-stink.html' title='I Stink'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-3110316339548357204</id><published>2011-03-19T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T05:00:28.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Uhh..should we be scared???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHKxgnTnq3s/TYVbVRzWxcI/AAAAAAAAARI/qTt7zjYnFD0/s1600/IMG00117-20110319-1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585971333937153474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHKxgnTnq3s/TYVbVRzWxcI/AAAAAAAAARI/qTt7zjYnFD0/s200/IMG00117-20110319-1312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585971328089520434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51tBsawls1w/TYVbU8BK-TI/AAAAAAAAARA/uoSxCPl_9s8/s200/IMG00116-20110319-1312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling all Regulators......uh stewardess.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capitans&lt;/span&gt;, we have a problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P and I flew home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacy&lt;/span&gt; today. I don't want to call out the airline that we flew home today, but is starts with a D, ends with an A, and there is a large area near the Mississippi River that goes by the same name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are sitting there, and I look over and see a piece of the plane hanging on the wall by the thinnest of threads. Seriously. See picture number 2. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind this covering was a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; line" a threaded rope with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carabiner&lt;/span&gt; for the flight attendant to secure to the wing in the even of an accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat for 3 hours staring at this. SCARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we are not done yet---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; flight, same airline:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Board the plane, look straight to the wall, and nothing is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; down, nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit back, relax, and get ready for the flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, there are some lights that will not turn off, so they power down the plane and they go off, great. Lets fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we go to take off, and we are about 3 rows behind the emergency exit in the middle. One we get in the air, there is a really strange sound coming from the emergency exit. The guy sitting next to the door starts looking around kind of nervously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people in all the rows around me, start looking at each other. The flight attendants come by, and they don't do or say anything. My heart starts pounding, so I close my eyes, and just pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly, we made it back safely, but, not without a few scares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P and I pretty much made a decision that we are not going to fly with this airline any more if we can help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more day of spring break, then it is back to work. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I think I could be a full time vacationer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacationite&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-3110316339548357204?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3110316339548357204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=3110316339548357204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3110316339548357204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/3110316339548357204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/03/uhhshould-we-be-scared.html' title='Uhh..should we be scared???'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHKxgnTnq3s/TYVbVRzWxcI/AAAAAAAAARI/qTt7zjYnFD0/s72-c/IMG00117-20110319-1312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-943095416700885321</id><published>2011-03-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:49:28.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><title type='text'>Project 1: The Big Clean Out</title><content type='html'>The other day I mentioned that while P is away, I have been coming up with a ton of different projects to keep myself busy. Seeing as how we just moved last September, we had a huge clean out then. And, seeing as how we are moving again this June, (yes, another move)I have started another clean out process. Any thing and everything will be evaluated. Books? Worth having or to be donated? Clothing? Does it fit? Does it look good? Do I like it? Decorations? What purpose does it serve? Is there a memory attached? In my book, everything is up for evaluaiton, nothing is safe, nothing. So basically, I am declaring a jhiad on all of our stuff. Plus, last time I did this, P was around to stop me, and argue with me, and convince me to keep things we need, you know, necessities like soap, food, and more than one towel. Moving day at the end of May. Move number 2.5 in a year. (Last May, we moved out of our house, and into temporary housing, August, moved out of temporary housing situation and were homeless for over a month. We stayed at friends homes, relatives houses, and a "hotel"), so now I am a packing fool--boxing up more and more stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-943095416700885321?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/943095416700885321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=943095416700885321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/943095416700885321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/943095416700885321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/03/project-1-big-clean-out.html' title='Project 1: The Big Clean Out'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8840745458827569314</id><published>2011-03-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:09:42.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>View from the Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ftsKppWak4/TYOtlrwl7SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vjmLfBR0cyw/s1600/Maine%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585498825782848802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ftsKppWak4/TYOtlrwl7SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vjmLfBR0cyw/s200/Maine%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QV50dYKNpoI/TYOtljaNkeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Be4cBikGFyA/s1600/Maine%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585498823541494242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QV50dYKNpoI/TYOtljaNkeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Be4cBikGFyA/s200/Maine%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrG_e9YnLgI/TYOtlarGEJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vDZkR09-ASI/s1600/Maine%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585498821196386450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrG_e9YnLgI/TYOtlarGEJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vDZkR09-ASI/s200/Maine%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6qr1dZIOls/TYOtlCAVXNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QTyiNDIHqxE/s1600/Maine%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585498814574582994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6qr1dZIOls/TYOtlCAVXNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QTyiNDIHqxE/s200/Maine%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our ski vacay is winding down. Its been a fabulous week, despite all the horrific eating I have been doing. I am not looking forward to what is waiting for me when I get back to work, it will be a long hard week, but I still have 2.5 days left on this break, and I am going to soak in every last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8840745458827569314?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8840745458827569314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8840745458827569314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8840745458827569314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8840745458827569314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/03/view-from-top.html' title='View from the Top'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ftsKppWak4/TYOtlrwl7SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vjmLfBR0cyw/s72-c/Maine%2B038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6069938886523705114</id><published>2011-03-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:28:53.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>How to</title><content type='html'>How to make your stomach hurt at midnight---eat white powdered donuts every time you enter the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to feel full all day---don't stop eating when you are in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to feel sluggish and tired--- don't eat any veggies for 4 days straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to feel so full, you want to pass out--go for seconds on every single meal, even if you are not hungry at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to put on weight, while skiing 8 hours a day on vacay---eat continuiously when not skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this has been a fab vacation so far, it really has. I have not so much fallen off the healthy eating band wagon, as I have thrown myself off into a sea of white powdered donuts, that I inhale by the bag full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up last night with the worst stomach pains ever. It was horrible. I need to stop with the junk foods ASAP! Can someone please pass me a carrot, or some cabbage? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6069938886523705114?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6069938886523705114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6069938886523705114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6069938886523705114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6069938886523705114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to.html' title='How to'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-2100882213428136309</id><published>2011-03-08T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:31:27.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Swoosh, swoosh, swooh</title><content type='html'>Vacay!!!&lt;br /&gt;In T-3 days I will be on Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;P and I are headed up to Maine with some friends to go skiing. This is a much anticipated, and much needed vacation. Life has been hard. We have been apart for 2.5 months now. I have been working crazy long hours, and going out of town, almost every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready, I am already dreaming of snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-2100882213428136309?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2100882213428136309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=2100882213428136309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2100882213428136309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/2100882213428136309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/03/swoosh-swoosh-swooh.html' title='Swoosh, swoosh, swooh'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-8292198409569564888</id><published>2011-02-27T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:22:14.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I miss this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZEIevZYgUg/TWr9NXxetPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LCdZGuKOMFk/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578549494613456114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZEIevZYgUg/TWr9NXxetPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LCdZGuKOMFk/s200/IMG_2208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrplZnvo5aA/TWr9NC9TKPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OeBrfO3wZBw/s1600/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578549489025886450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrplZnvo5aA/TWr9NC9TKPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OeBrfO3wZBw/s200/IMG_2211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiLgE3EUUGI/TWr9M1Lap7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jhfzcwUICjY/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578549485327001522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiLgE3EUUGI/TWr9M1Lap7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jhfzcwUICjY/s200/IMG_2210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this time for the past 3 years, this is when P and I till the garden and start preparing to plant. I never thought that I would miss living in the country. There are some things that I don't miss at all....the 20 minute drive to get anywhere. The gate to get on the property. The single pain windows that let so much cold air in, and warm air out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I sure do miss the quiet. I miss the setting sun over the pasture. I miss the garden. I miss getting out there and picking food for dinner that night. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-8292198409569564888?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8292198409569564888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=8292198409569564888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8292198409569564888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/8292198409569564888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-this.html' title='I miss this'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZEIevZYgUg/TWr9NXxetPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LCdZGuKOMFk/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-6239560909650698529</id><published>2011-02-22T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:44:05.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It is going to be a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l__6HBnt4S0/TWOva2O16qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_phU7IodvII/s1600/pics%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576493639384033954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l__6HBnt4S0/TWOva2O16qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_phU7IodvII/s200/pics%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yep, that is a green smoothie. That is how I am starting the day. Yum-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-6239560909650698529?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6239560909650698529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=6239560909650698529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6239560909650698529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/6239560909650698529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-is-going-to-be-good-day.html' title='It is going to be a good day'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l__6HBnt4S0/TWOva2O16qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_phU7IodvII/s72-c/pics%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5304875941868858887</id><published>2011-02-20T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:41:41.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Its confession time....here are some random &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tidbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate showering. I hate it. I love to take baths. I do about 45% of my reading in the bathroom. I love a good soak. I read in the tub every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again I like to read books meant for girls in high school. Just fun easy reads and it reminds me of when I was in high school, and the biggest worry was if some boy liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this week, I ate 6 cinnamon rolls. 6 large, huge, fatty cinnamon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could eat at Subway every day. Sandwiches are the best. I will throw anything on a piece of bread, or even on a salad for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big dork, and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I buy cake icing and eat right out of the container while standing in front of the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been drinking quite a bit of wine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5304875941868858887?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5304875941868858887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5304875941868858887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5304875941868858887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5304875941868858887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/02/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-5845658950158685841</id><published>2011-02-08T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:29:03.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/TVHrCNhiwMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zEb5OaRjwR0/s1600/maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571492637256630466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/TVHrCNhiwMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zEb5OaRjwR0/s200/maya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  photo credit: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fenixrysing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get enough of Maya Angelou right now. I have never read her works, but these past few weeks, I have been fascinated by her. I think because football season is over, P is gone, and I am making my own schedule these days, I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; off the t.v. more and more. I used to keep it on all the time whenever P was out of town, but lately, I have been desiring quiet. Even now as I sit here, I just want quiet. I have always been a reader, but when the t.v. is off, I find that I read even more than I do already.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading "I know why the Caged Bird Sings." I cannot stop reading. It is fascinating. Her poetry is good, but it is nothing compared to her literary words. It is a story of hope, tragedy, and triumph.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an interview with her and it moved me, it stirred me. Here is a recap of the interview that I found fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;Maya: "I learned that words have power, and I learned that my words could kill. I had been raped by a man, and he told me if I said anything he would kill my brother, my beloved older brother. Eventually my mother found out, and one night a police officer came to the house and told us the man had been killed. I realized then that my words could kill. So, I stopped speaking, and I was mute for several years.&lt;br /&gt;We were shipped to live with my grandmother is Stamps, Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;In Stamps one of the ladies in town took a liking to me and she would bring me books from the white school. I fell in love with poetry. One day the lady said to me, Maya, you don't like poetry. I took out a paper and wrote, yes, I love poetry. She said, you will never love poetry until you speak it, until it come from your mouth, from your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;, and until it does you will never love poetry.&lt;br /&gt;A few months later I was reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;, and his words were so sad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;, that I was convinced that he too, was a black girl from the South who had also been raped. So one day I crawled under my grandma's house where the chickens were and I read poetry, and I realized, my voice had not left me, I had left my voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took so much away from that interview that I simply had to read her words, feel her love of words, and learn to love words the way she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-5845658950158685841?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5845658950158685841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=5845658950158685841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5845658950158685841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/5845658950158685841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/02/maya.html' title='Maya'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/TVHrCNhiwMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zEb5OaRjwR0/s72-c/maya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674653477198185199.post-614843717739567410</id><published>2011-02-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:34:07.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomizer'/><title type='text'>Were not so tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every thing's&lt;/span&gt; bigger in Texas they say, but not so tough, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Its cold here, well, cold for us, and we have been hit by a major arctic blast.&lt;br /&gt;It is about 19 but feels like 9 with the wind chill.&lt;br /&gt;We could get snow, at most an inch.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, business are closing, schools are closing, roads are being shut down. It is kind of hilarious. No one can talk about anything other than the weather. This is South Texas, and our blood is thin, thin, thin.&lt;br /&gt;It is cold, but it will be back in the 40's by Friday, and yet, we are still freaking out. Plus, we are having rolling black outs because people are using so much electricity to heat the houses.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other cold weather states, our pipes are not buried deep in the ground, so we are all dripping our faucets, to keep them from freezing. I feel horrible doing it, but I know we have too. So I have been keeping bowls and pitchers in the sink to catch the water to use it around the house. I fill up the dog bowl, use it to remove the ice from my windshield.&lt;br /&gt;So we are all bundled up, and everyone is hoping for "snow." The kind that falls then melts when it hits the ground.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe were not so tough in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674653477198185199-614843717739567410?l=livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/feeds/614843717739567410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4674653477198185199&amp;postID=614843717739567410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/614843717739567410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4674653477198185199/posts/default/614843717739567410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livesimply-livewell.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-not-so-tough.html' title='Were not so tough'/><author><name>Live Simply- Live Well</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383356777633081642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8zAsLVvpwo/SahVQYaEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/84lADNl6P08/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
