<?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-3140533242056370031</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:10:32.765-04:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m all better  now'/><category term='we may have threatened a spanking though'/><category term='maybe the pantyhose picture but that&apos;s it'/><category term='my doors are locked'/><category term='I am a comment whore'/><category term='C'/><category term='trolls'/><category term='i am taking antibiotics too.'/><category term='anything for quiet'/><category term='Tag your it'/><category term='I am going to bed'/><category term='who wants to be next? you know I have the photos'/><category term='I am so full'/><category term='I am not that nice'/><category term='I am not getting the 360'/><category term='This is super funny if you live here.'/><category term='i love b-ball'/><category term='he wanted that too'/><category term='will I run into you'/><category term='you never know'/><category term='Clients'/><category term='over $9 earrings'/><category term='my house is a wreck'/><category term='I&apos;ll let you know'/><category term='Girls Night every night this week'/><category term='I didn&apos;t have to give him a birthday present'/><category term='with meds'/><category term='lets pitch in for a dentist'/><category term='never a dull moment'/><category term='I&apos;m going to bed'/><category term='Fringe Give away'/><category term='Better late then never'/><category term='the ice cream man was a girl'/><category term='2 weeks to the beach'/><category term='kids'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='By the way'/><category term='we lost in the 14th inning'/><category term='I have seen 10 in concert.'/><category term='Does this happen in your house?'/><category term='and the next day and the next day'/><category term='Please don&apos;t rain until 8:30 pm'/><category term='where&apos;s my bleach?'/><category term='more paint boy-isms to come'/><category term='Paint boy'/><category term='Hoppy Easter'/><category term='Maggi has the BEST job'/><category term='There should be a law'/><category term='swimmin&apos; swimmin&apos;'/><category term='he said it tasted like dirt'/><category term='dinner was great too'/><category term='leeettle hooker'/><category term='Paint boy rocks'/><category term='maybe it won&apos;t rain this weekend'/><category term='sorry for the rant'/><category term='more to come'/><category term='are you kidding me?'/><category term='They kept their names for the whole trip'/><category term='dog-napped'/><category term='I&apos;m a Target girl'/><category term='I don&apos;t like to clean that much'/><category term='cleaning house'/><category term='love my dog'/><category term='I&apos;m not making any of this up'/><category term='I shared the bottle under diress'/><category term='I love to bake'/><category term='pray for me'/><category term='can you imagine what the cat&apos;s thinking...'/><category term='the beginning'/><category term='love me'/><category term='They all were'/><category term='Retail therapy'/><category term='I wanted to be Samantha...warn Paintboy about the new guy'/><category term='It still took a village'/><category term='friends'/><category term='and tan lines'/><category term='this will be a weekly event'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Nana'/><category term='we do'/><category term='I don&apos;t hike'/><category term='I am so going back for more'/><category term='f&apos;n jingle jog'/><category term='love me some Clemson'/><category term='Where is the benedryl?'/><category term='reality tv'/><category term='I do HIKE'/><category term='I am on th hunt'/><category term='Jack Sparrow is not the best hero'/><category term='I am living for cocktails at 6:30 pm'/><category term='you are all invited'/><category term='my stomach is starting to hurt and my clients are cancelling'/><category term='I&apos;m not kidding'/><category term='perfect blend of Uppity bitch and Home Cookin&apos;'/><category term='makes me so happy'/><category term='my face hurts from laughing'/><category term='life of an invalid'/><category term='happy eats'/><category term='fire in the mouth is tabasco'/><category term='just a little off the back'/><title type='text'>My Life Behind the Chair</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of a fabulous stylist, super mom, dedicated volunteer, and honest friend</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8291183037384456715</id><published>2009-05-29T05:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:08:52.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I have been in need of a vacation since about mid January when we found out that we were expecting. Not just any vacation but an escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paintboy&lt;/span&gt; decides to put the house on the market. After completing the 100 or so things that needed to be done the "escape" was never more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we speak, I am sitting in a lovely condo on Longboat Key. It is the same place we have visited before, the average age for the island would be 82. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; closes at 9pm, but don't worry they serve their people well, 6:30am they are open again. I am not kidding, the whole island rolls up early. No excuses for the kids to do anything but swim and Mommy gets her book and umbrella on the beach. Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; is a fabulous cocktail. That will have to wait until next year, I've already booked my "escape" time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8291183037384456715?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8291183037384456715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8291183037384456715' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8291183037384456715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8291183037384456715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7836008263482981078</id><published>2009-04-22T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:50:47.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been???</title><content type='html'>I know you have been pondering, "Where did Hair Girl go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been crazy busy over the last 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;As you all know Hair Girl is knocked up! We have also found out that its a GIRL!!! She is very healthy and kicking away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt;. Her name is Anna Elizabeth ( after my mother and grandmother) we are going to call her Anna Beth. From here on out we shall refer to her as AB. She will be the first granddaughter on both sides of the family. Can you say spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my boys are 13 and 7.&lt;br /&gt;No, this was not planned.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are so very excited.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we need to move from our 3 bedroom home.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize that I am 5 1/2 months pregnant and insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7836008263482981078?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7836008263482981078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7836008263482981078' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7836008263482981078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7836008263482981078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where have you been???'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8426672633626212868</id><published>2009-02-14T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:48:45.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Paint Boy and the boys headed down to Daytona yesterday for a VIP race weekend. They are red neckin' it up! 2 days at the races, box seats and "meet and greets" with some drivers. The best part &lt;em&gt;(besides the fact that I didn't have to go)&lt;/em&gt; it is completely FREE! My cousin is a Daytona Beach detective and has worked track security forever, he totally set the whole thing up. Such a great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Valentine's Day and the fact that I had time to blog, I stole this from Clemsongirl off FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of like the 25 things - except there are pre-decided questions and it's about you and your spouse, not just you. Come on, play along - inquiring minds want to know! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ What are your middle names? Eric and Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long have you been together? 17 years, married 14 next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? We met at a pool party at the end of Spring quarter and reconnected at a keg party the weekend before classes started in the Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who asked who out? After sleeping on his couch after the keg party, he walked me home (one building over) and asked if I wanted to grab some lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How old are each of you? 36 and 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Whose siblings do/did you see the most? His, he is very  "family oriented" or as most people call a "momma's boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you have any children together? C is 12 and J is 6 and #3 is due in August, I am trying to see if I can get the world record on time spent at an elementary school volunteering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ What about pets? Buddy the Basset and Lucy, chihuahua/ miniature dachshund mix and Carley the hamster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? we "disagree" most often about money, but don't most couples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school? Yes, met in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Are you from the same home town? Nope. He married a city girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the smartest? I am more book smart, lots of useless knowledge. He has way more common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the most sensitive? me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? Tuesday at La Parrilla, its margarita night and Nana has the boys ( I no longer partake, just eat a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the craziest ex? Neither, we met at 18 and 19 there wasn't time to create drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the worst temper? Him. I am a screamer but he holds it all in and then  blows a gasket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does the cooking? I do.  Except for the grilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more social? Me, definitely. It bugs him that I draw people to me like moths to a flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the neat-freak? Him. I have been known to come home to a "cleaned out" house. Once even furniture was moved out into the garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the more stubborn? Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who wakes up earlier? me 6:30 to get J ready for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where was your first date? That lunch date he asked me on was to a campus pizza place ( so he could use his meal plan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the bigger family? Him. His mom is one of 8 kids and his dad is one of 9. I am still meeting 2nd and 3rd cousins. &lt;em&gt;(people in the country keep track of these things, so they know who they can date!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you get flowers often? couple times a year, 2 dozen orange roses yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How do you spend the holidays? We spend every other Thanksgiving with his mom's family or my dad. Christmas is spent at home with my mom joining us. we see his family the weekend before and my dad the weekend after. ( Gotta love divorced parents!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more jealous? Him. He checks my cell phone bill to see what I'm up too. (Just sayin' that the Lawyer's wife and I are planning on running away together as soon as we get these kids raised. That is what the 17 phone calls in one day are about, our plot to freedom. Yeah, right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in every relationship one party loves the other more. I am very blessed to have found the man that loves me a teensey bit more. I like it that way. Its very nice to be loved. Its harder the other way. Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8426672633626212868?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8426672633626212868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8426672633626212868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8426672633626212868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8426672633626212868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1200992383159986003</id><published>2009-02-05T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:35:01.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SYuPOaaB3DI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iWX0H8lfvME/s1600-h/DSCN0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299486864300956722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SYuPOaaB3DI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iWX0H8lfvME/s320/DSCN0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This tag instructs the blogger to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;Go to your pictures&lt;br /&gt;Choose the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Folder&lt;br /&gt;Choose the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture in the Folder&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by the Lawyer's wife. The picture she posted is the one that I use as my "comment picture". How funny that it would be her 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, we got pregnant in November, before Thanksgiving. Not after the Party of the Year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was taken during our trip to Arizona during Spring break 2008. Those are my children standing under that cactus. I loved this shot and posted about it after we returned. &lt;a href="http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-made-it-back-alive.html"&gt;Wanna trip down memory lane?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag-&lt;br /&gt;Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Magsterpie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad about Plaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caffiene&lt;/span&gt; Court&lt;br /&gt;Biscuits are Never Boring&lt;br /&gt;Peyton Place&lt;br /&gt;Card girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and show me what ya' got in your folders, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1200992383159986003?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1200992383159986003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1200992383159986003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1200992383159986003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1200992383159986003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SYuPOaaB3DI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iWX0H8lfvME/s72-c/DSCN0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6965269657597287920</id><published>2009-02-02T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:30:37.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' out in utero</title><content type='html'>Paintboy and I enjoy music. We have attended a million concerts over the years. According to PB being pregnant should not stop you. &lt;em&gt;"It exposes the baby to music early on."&lt;/em&gt;  C was exposed to a LOT- PB worked for A&amp;amp;M records, he was in the developement field. He went to concerts nightly, trying to find and sign new bands. J got to attend some mega shows, U2 and Madonna. "Bebe" needs to rock out! We have 3 concerts this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ql-Gy282xgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ql-Gy282xgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We went and saw The Killers on Friday night. It was super fun! I love this band, as much, if not more than PB. It was a great night. The music, the people ( median age 33) there were way more cocktails flowing than beer. I stuck to the bottled water. It was a good vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally got a workout at the concert. There is no way you can just stand there, I had to dance. The dancing was fun, the jumping- not so much. It seems that when you are almost 11 weeks pregnant, there is some trickle action if you should jump around too much. After that , both feet on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6965269657597287920?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6965269657597287920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6965269657597287920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6965269657597287920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6965269657597287920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/02/rockin-out-in-utero.html' title='Rockin&apos; out in utero'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7491601028283698446</id><published>2009-01-29T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:20:50.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's sleepy?</title><content type='html'>I picked Jack up from school today and I was immediately informed that it was "Jumpits" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the event. A jumpy place with 4000 smelly kids and 2000 parents standing around chit chatting. The school will get $1 for every kid that shows up. I would rather send the school $20 rather than go to this "special night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack started begging immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please, you never take me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm the only one in my class that isn't going to be there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We never do anything fun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, he is in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to laugh at the insanity in the back seat and explain that Mommy is very tired. His response to this&lt;em&gt;-"Do you think that I'm NOT tired after being at school all day!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be why we aren't going... Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7491601028283698446?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7491601028283698446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7491601028283698446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7491601028283698446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7491601028283698446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-sleepy.html' title='Who&apos;s sleepy?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3035794626942432230</id><published>2009-01-26T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:30:44.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 1/2 months towards 12 steps</title><content type='html'>I don't do change.&lt;br /&gt;I like my life. Its easy and smooth sailing (most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;2009 has brought CHANGE. I did mean to capitalize the entire word, its that big. I need a 12 step program to get myself through all its going to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the basic rules I am going to need to follow-&lt;br /&gt;*admitting that one cannot control one's addiction or compulsion; &lt;em&gt;I have no problem admitting that I don't do change, I am working on the contentment phase-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*recognizing a greater power that can give strength; &lt;em&gt;God has always been in my life and He isn't going anywhere now-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;examining past errors with the help of a sponsor (experienced member); &lt;em&gt;I am going to need a sponsor, I am going to sign up the Lawyer's Wife. She always has good advice and mint tea-CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;making amends for these errors; &lt;em&gt;this is going to take work,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning to live a new life with a new code of behavior; &lt;em&gt;I have years to work on this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping others that suffer from the same addictions or compulsions. &lt;em&gt;Give me a few years and I will be your sponsor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you wondering what is changing?&lt;br /&gt;First, One of my favorite product lines is being pulled from the Southeast. This is very rare,usually they will switch to a different distributor, not drop an entire region of the country!&lt;br /&gt;I now have to experiment with new product lines, find new favorites and then convince my clients that they love this new line more than the old one. HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my assistant of 4 years has decided that the new commute she has is too far.(She recently moved way out into the country) I knew it would happen sooner or later with an hour commute, but damn this week? I have had to place ads, sort applications, interviews applicants, and now train a new assistant. Thank heavens the new girl wants to do everything perfectly, so that the transition is easier for me. Bless her heart! I won't miss the old ones family drama. You would die if I shared half of her crap. She has 6 kids+ their spouses+ 10 grandchildren= a lot of phone calls and drama. BTW, she is only 43. Yeah, drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. In March, I had a procedure attempted (&lt;a href="http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-of-friends.html"&gt;read this&lt;/a&gt;) to not have any more babies. One of my tubes is blocked and the other is very narrowed. God had other plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;I got an elliptical machine for Christmas. I thought that my waist should have been getting smaller from working out, but it started to spread and my chest started to ache. It had to be the arm workout.&lt;br /&gt;I even had a period this month, it was short, but still there.&lt;br /&gt;My tubes don't work.&lt;br /&gt;All the signs were there, but it had to be ectopic. My doctor convinced me that there was no way.&lt;br /&gt;I took a test and like lightning it said POSITIVE!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, Paint boy laughed. We knew it was a miracle, but probably ectopic.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor on Monday morning. No exam room, straight to the ultrasound room.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you when your doctor's response is, "OH My!" you know you are in trouble. The nurse said,"Oh my goodness, how old are your boys?" That would be 12 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hairgirl&lt;/span&gt; is knocked up!&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks pregnant. Not a little pregnant, almost through her first trimester.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the little legs and arms wiggling, the little heart beating. A true miracle.&lt;br /&gt;A BIG CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;Now all of you start praying for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3035794626942432230?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3035794626942432230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3035794626942432230' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3035794626942432230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3035794626942432230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-12-months-towards-12-steps.html' title='7 1/2 months towards 12 steps'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4223126611849403032</id><published>2009-01-20T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:07:44.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you think I had died</title><content type='html'>in Tennessee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;I was told that we were going to Gatlinburg, try Pigeon Forge.&lt;br /&gt;Even more painful.&lt;br /&gt;The cabin was knotty pine. On all surfaces. Floors, ceilings, walls, furniture.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a coffin. By Sunday morning, the the knots were forming evil faces. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go on vacation, the only rule, is that we don't eat at any restaurant that we have at home. Well the "family" doesn't do the unfamiliar. We ate at Red Lobster, McDonald's, Pizza Hut, Taco Bell and Cracker Barrel. I was told to "just deal and go along with what they wanted." Seriously, we waited 45 minutes to eat at Red Lobster and rather than wait for a table for all of us to eat together, I ate at a table for 4 with Paintboy and the boys. If I would have known the seating arrangements I would have left and went somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;While standing and waiting for our table, SIL said,"I love this town! Its so white. I mean there isn't even any white trash."  Priceless statement, as that you instantly become white trash by crossing the county line. As far as the eye could see, people excited about racing go carts, shopping in outlets, eating pancakes and attending dinner shows by "has been" country music stars. This statement was made by a woman that gives here children coffee in their sippycups. I don't mean cream with a splash of coffee: real coffee, splash of cream 2 splenda, just like I take mine. Her youngest walks around in the morning with his coffee and a sour expression. I think he needed a cigarette, he looks like a Winston Man. I am in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MIL ordered PizzaHut for dinner- 2 large. Did I mention that there are 8 adults and 4000 children? Paint boy ran through Taco Bell for SIL kids(at her insistence) and picked up an extra dozen tacos. I seriously ate the crust off my kids pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on, but at one point I was asked if I was "too good" to be there. The honest answer-YES!&lt;br /&gt;As we left town, PB said that we should find the cabin for next year.&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour, he said that maybe we could find a place somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Another hour and he is still contemplating where.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we get home he says that next year we are going back to exchanging gifts and to forget the entire trip thing.&lt;br /&gt;He also promised to never take me back there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4223126611849403032?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4223126611849403032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4223126611849403032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4223126611849403032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4223126611849403032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-think-i-had-died.html' title='Did you think I had died'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-833435692516737075</id><published>2009-01-02T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:01:01.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd ring of Hell</title><content type='html'>"I'm goin' straight to Hell, just like my momma saaaid. I'm goin' straight to hell."&lt;br /&gt;If you went to college in the South you know that song like the back of your hand. Thank you Drivin' and Cryin' for many a sing along in the bars. Seriously people, I think they may still be playing the college bar scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed today to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. Gatlinburg, TN.&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of you love the quaint little village.&lt;br /&gt;Love the outlet shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Love the "dinner shows".&lt;br /&gt;Love the go carts and the putt-putt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not share the love.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to a large cabin with my husband's family.&lt;br /&gt;12 IL's and NO alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Its all I'm sayin', pure Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETA- I am still sitting here  blogging at 11 am. I haven't packed the first thing and the SUV will roll out of the driveway at 12:30. A little passive aggressive this morning???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-833435692516737075?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/833435692516737075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=833435692516737075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/833435692516737075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/833435692516737075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-ring-of-hell.html' title='3rd ring of Hell'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3110658451484237978</id><published>2008-12-29T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:02:02.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate commercials</title><content type='html'>You know the one, it comes on every night during the news.&lt;br /&gt;ED.&lt;br /&gt;Erectile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dysfunction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning C says he needs to talk. He wants to know why the commercial says to "see a doctor if an erection lasts more than 4 hours"?&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." I start to explain.&lt;br /&gt;C- "I mean, I get nervous when mine last longer than 4 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;I literally spewed coffee all over the kitchen. Had to clean coffee off everything. That is why I hate ED commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3110658451484237978?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3110658451484237978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3110658451484237978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3110658451484237978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3110658451484237978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-commercials.html' title='I hate commercials'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3533434894492772888</id><published>2008-12-29T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:56:53.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I totally suck at keeping up with my blog lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been busy with the Holidays, give me a break girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy knows my track record of Holiday projects.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2004- built screened porch&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving 2005- built in closet&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2005- painted master bath&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break 2007- remodeled boys bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he had to say,"So what are you going to do this week?"&lt;br /&gt;Can you say Paint?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, boys and girls, I am already tired of the Master bath color. Never, ever paint a bathroom red. Real Red. No matter how well it matches the vintage quilt on your bed that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time its a lovely color called Drizzle. A slight blue green, with a touch  of gray to give depth.&lt;br /&gt;It only took 2 coats of primer and 2 coats of paint to make the red go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days of torture followed up every evening with dinner with visiting relatives.&lt;br /&gt;From Boston.&lt;br /&gt;That we see once a year.&lt;br /&gt;They serve cranberry sauce as a condiment.&lt;br /&gt;With every meal.&lt;br /&gt;Not Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3533434894492772888?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3533434894492772888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3533434894492772888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3533434894492772888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3533434894492772888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1461307264437047352</id><published>2008-12-22T06:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:19:12.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Birthday ever.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Big day. I have reached my mid-thirties. I remember my Mom being in her mid-thirties, I can't possibly be that old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at the IL's. &lt;em&gt;(I agreed to go since Paint boy's birthday is today. He is such a Momma's Boy and always celebrates with family.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL made a huge country breakfast- PB's favorite &lt;em&gt;( he is #1 in his family)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing around for church, no one mentions the birthday. &lt;em&gt;( I received a text from a good friend, but that's it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home from church and I am abandoned with my MIL, while PB and the kids go visit an old friend of FIL. &lt;em&gt;(How did that occur? One minute they are there and the next, POOF! MIL and I sit in the same room, reading magazines and making small talk- still no birthday mention.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys all come back and we head out to get lunch. Every restaurant in this tee-tiny town seems to be closed. We end up at Applebee's. (&lt;em&gt;Could have been worse in the land of Fried, Fried and more Fried. But they wish me a Happy Birthday during lunch!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch J starts to cry. His "little cough" has sprung a fever and full blown strep throat.&lt;br /&gt;We race back to Atlanta. (&lt;em&gt;I am not taking my baby to a doctor in this town. Even my IL's drive 45  minutes to see a doctor.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then get  to spend 3 hours at Children's Healthcare to find out  that "yes, its Strep." &lt;em&gt;(Can't they just have a line for mom's that can self diagnose? Just look at his throat and give me a scrip for Amoxil. I've been down this road a few times.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to Publix. Yeah for free antibiotics!!! Amoxil, Motrin, new toothbrush and we are out of there.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home PB calls to let me know he has taken care of dinner. Taco Bell. (&lt;em&gt;Are you kidding me? In one day I eat at two restaurants that I avoid like the plague .)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all done. Next year has got to be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1461307264437047352?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1461307264437047352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1461307264437047352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1461307264437047352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1461307264437047352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-birthday-ever.html' title='Worst Birthday ever.'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7951389103278569109</id><published>2008-12-22T06:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:52:49.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Big Deal...</title><content type='html'>So we are sitting at dinner discussing the weeks events on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is super excited because Friday was "Polar Express" day. You got to wear pajamas to school and drink hot chocolate. They showed the movie on a Big screen in the gym to all the first graders. Classic day in 6 year old land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C was feeling pretty good himself. He said he had "mid-terms" but they "were no big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hair girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Excuse me? Mid terms occur in the middle of the term. Do you have finals??!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;em&gt;-"Uh,maybe?"&lt;/em&gt; ( turning white)&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy- &lt;em&gt;"Have you been reviewing in classes all week? Have your teachers mentioned study guides? Have you lost your mind?"&lt;/em&gt; (Growing redder by the moment)&lt;br /&gt;C- (deathly pale, just might pass out from fear, totally stammering) &lt;em&gt;"I think I might head upstairs to study. Tomorrow I have Science, Geography and writing tests. Yeah, I think I'll go study now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB- &lt;em&gt;" Good choice, son"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless his heart. Sometimes that elevator doesn't go all the way to the top. Especially when there is a sale on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phone calls&lt;/span&gt; and girlfriend floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7951389103278569109?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7951389103278569109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7951389103278569109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7951389103278569109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7951389103278569109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-big-deal.html' title='No Big Deal...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8899968444675092300</id><published>2008-12-15T22:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:45:19.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUcfEH1rhHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gNBcemVlD_A/s1600-h/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280223243799331954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUcfEH1rhHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gNBcemVlD_A/s320/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year during the Holidays we take the boys to a musical. This year Beauty and the Beast. It was Fantastic! All local performers, so lots of families and friends in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show they came out to greet the "fans"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUce6lr7GJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FI4TBn5rjZ0/s1600-h/S4011096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280223080012781714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUce6lr7GJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FI4TBn5rjZ0/s320/S4011096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J REALLY wanted to meet Belle. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; shy. I had to talk him into just saying "hi". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C ran around and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; autograph.  He is convinced that one day he is going to sell all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;autographs&lt;/span&gt; he has collected on E-bay. He's all about the cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUcetriOJ7I/AAAAAAAAAes/TXBHD3GbDys/s1600-h/S4011097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280222858244401074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUcetriOJ7I/AAAAAAAAAes/TXBHD3GbDys/s320/S4011097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys enjoyed the music and the performers, but none more so than Belle. According to C, "she was very talented and kinda' hot." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I will only worry if he starts sneaking the Disney DVD into his room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETA- Yes, the date stamp says 9/12.  These shots were taken by Nana Judy. Guess what she's getting for Christmas?&lt;/em&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/3140533242056370031-8899968444675092300?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8899968444675092300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8899968444675092300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8899968444675092300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8899968444675092300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUcfEH1rhHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gNBcemVlD_A/s72-c/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7330636615388343966</id><published>2008-12-14T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:03:25.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy boys!</title><content type='html'>Friday night was Little Lawyer's (Lawyer's wife's oldest son) Birthday party. The boys were going to camp out and roast marshmallows.  They were so sweet to offer to let J have a sleep over with Little Mister. Mommy didn't want to be left out either so the party kept growing.&lt;br /&gt;It became a HUGE spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;8- 12 year old boys&lt;br /&gt;4- 5-7 year old boys&lt;br /&gt;1- 4 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer's wife, Clemson girl, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard that night that I snorted wine into my lungs. I don't think I will breathe right until Spring! Seriously, tears were streaming down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all things I learned-&lt;br /&gt;*if you play Scrabble with those Lawyer and Lawyer's wife, be prepared to get cremated.&lt;br /&gt;* just try to challenge Clemson girl, she makes up words that are real words! She may not know the definition but its a real word some where.&lt;br /&gt;*Russian, french and polish words don't count. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt; can have all vowels and still find words to make.&lt;br /&gt;*Tarn is the dirty word when you drop an f-bomb in the same sentence. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;* Ubiquitous is the biggest word ever made.&lt;br /&gt;* Parents really do know that their kids are weird. I mean really weird, even the 5 year old noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7330636615388343966?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7330636615388343966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7330636615388343966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7330636615388343966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7330636615388343966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-boys.html' title='Happy boys!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6952636729822230774</id><published>2008-12-14T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:46:57.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking- round 1</title><content type='html'>I was so busy, as we all are this time of year, but add on to the normal stress with 400 clients all wanting to look fantastic for their own festivities.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to decompress last Monday. I did all the usual Monday chores- Laundry, bathing the dogs, general straightening up of life. Then I sat down with my cookbooks and made my lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKIES! I love to bake. This year I am adding to the usual sugar cookies with: macaroons, chocolate snow top cookies, rugelach and 2 types of fudge.&lt;br /&gt;I got busy. While one dough was chilling, I made the next. While decorating one, I melted chocolate for another. I had an assembly line going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rugelach turned out great- apricot and raspberry! My favorite. So easy with a secret that I found in a magazine this year. They have been my favorite cookie for a long time, but too much trouble to make very often. This trick will change all that.&lt;br /&gt;The Snow tops were missing something, namely the nuts which my boys dislike. They needed something. They turned out so pretty, but beauty was only skin deep. They will be trashed before today is over-1 week and you are out of here. I thought they were dry and boring. Not my recipe, so, Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;The Macaroons turned out fantastically. This year I added almond paste and they were so yummy. After sending a bag home with friends and taking some to the salon- they are all gone. I may have to revisit them again.&lt;br /&gt;The fudge (chocolate marshmallow and peanut butter) is sitting in the fridge taunting me. I am encouraging everyone to eat it and I am sending it to all the neighbors. It made way too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will bring sugar cookies and jam thumbprints from Ida Garten. Her recipe is the absolute best. I'll let you know how baking round 2 turns out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6952636729822230774?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6952636729822230774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6952636729822230774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6952636729822230774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6952636729822230774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-round-1.html' title='Baking- round 1'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6389766756204498874</id><published>2008-12-14T14:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:29:10.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of the year</title><content type='html'>Last week was too busy for words, hence no posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Friday of December always brings the "Party of the year!" The Lawyer's Wife June Cleaver, Ms.Content and Sporty Spice throw this party together. It is always super fun. They don't hold back. Great Food, Great bar, Great people. This year they  really blew out all the stops- they hired a band. No lie, Tom Petty in miniature was on guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVcKIS6l9I/AAAAAAAAAek/xORu2wNQc-I/s1600-h/DSCN2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279727467257042898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVcKIS6l9I/AAAAAAAAAek/xORu2wNQc-I/s320/DSCN2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms. C, June, Sporty and me- as you can see, I am the short friend! They were all so cute carrying the wine or martini glasses that I gave each for their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVb9gBQoxI/AAAAAAAAAec/n0pSmBBGABM/s1600-h/DSCN2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279727250287141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVb9gBQoxI/AAAAAAAAAec/n0pSmBBGABM/s320/DSCN2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Clemson girl and our friend, the FL girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVbymeUmTI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rmWe6sDLmyU/s1600-h/DSCN2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279727063041087794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVbymeUmTI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rmWe6sDLmyU/s320/DSCN2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lawyer's Wife and her "shopping" wine glass. That girl can find a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVbfxR1ioI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_B1aQcKdnu0/s1600-h/DSCN2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279726739523996290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVbfxR1ioI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_B1aQcKdnu0/s320/DSCN2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paint Boy and me at the end of the evening after MUCH dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVbRNm7b7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Vikhqii_ET8/s1600-h/DSCN2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279726489430618034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVbRNm7b7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Vikhqii_ET8/s320/DSCN2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clemson and I totally glowing after all the dancing, sweet tea cocktails and laughter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fantastic time and I hope they have that band reserved for next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3140533242056370031-6389766756204498874?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6389766756204498874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6389766756204498874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6389766756204498874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6389766756204498874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-of-year.html' title='Party of the year'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SUVcKIS6l9I/AAAAAAAAAek/xORu2wNQc-I/s72-c/DSCN2127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2588733492696885641</id><published>2008-12-03T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:02:09.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not kidding'/><title type='text'>ATTENTION!!!!</title><content type='html'>Should you happen to visit a salon and have bowel issues, please clean your mess up in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT leave your poo for my assistant to clean! (she will now receive a poo bonus)&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT place your pink granny panties on the top of the trash, at least bury them deep under the paper towels.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT put your poo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; pants in my dryer to dry them out, with my clean towels that now must be rewashed 14 times!&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT walk around the salon in your knee highs and flats with a smock against your bare butt! (I will burn said smock.)&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, please let your stylist know that any of the above has happened and not let it be a surprise for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Your $50 tip is NOT enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-2588733492696885641?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2588733492696885641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2588733492696885641' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2588733492696885641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2588733492696885641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!!!!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3022329012862076441</id><published>2008-12-01T16:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:11:25.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, post 3</title><content type='html'>The rest of the family came in Thanksgiving morning. We were now 8 adults, 2 kids and 4 dogs. Yep, my step brother brought his Lab! There were way too much dog hair floating around. It was rolling across the floor and overtaking slow moving people. It was BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on our annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt; competition. 5 hours later we finished. Thank goodness for Firefly Vodka. 6 adults and 2 children should not play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;. In 5 hours we completed 6 rounds. It was painful. J made it through 2 hands before the tears started. Bless his heart, my step mother's family are ruthless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt; Players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys helped Papa J cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRa_AZBo8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-4LY-332NRc/s1600-h/DSCN2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274941102040916930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRa_AZBo8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-4LY-332NRc/s320/DSCN2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snapping fresh green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRaw6Y9K9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/7bBuvnBXe4A/s1600-h/DSCN2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274940859911842770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRaw6Y9K9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/7bBuvnBXe4A/s320/DSCN2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; licking the spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRah4PQGbI/AAAAAAAAAds/t0jB9SLqD60/s1600-h/DSCN2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274940601636231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRah4PQGbI/AAAAAAAAAds/t0jB9SLqD60/s320/DSCN2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake the Boxer wanted some too. My dad's dogs are the biggest beggars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While cooking,I realized that my dad was making a LOT of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &lt;em&gt;Are you cooking for an army?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad- &lt;em&gt;No, just the Navy.&lt;/em&gt; ( step-brother is a Navy pilot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &lt;em&gt;Really, Dad. How much leftovers do you need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad- &lt;em&gt;There are going to be 18 of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &lt;em&gt;What??!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad- &lt;em&gt;I invited the neighbors!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, damn. I drive 6 hours to see my father and he invites the whole damn neighborhood to dinner. Figures! He's all about a party, must be where I get it from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3140533242056370031-3022329012862076441?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3022329012862076441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3022329012862076441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3022329012862076441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3022329012862076441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-post-3.html' title='Thanksgiving, post 3'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/STRa_AZBo8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-4LY-332NRc/s72-c/DSCN2050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7299013474312562790</id><published>2008-12-01T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:09:52.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not making any of this up'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, post 2</title><content type='html'>My Dad and his wife LOVE dogs!&lt;br /&gt;They have had a number over the years. This year they had a Boxer and an American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huskie&lt;/span&gt;. They invited us to bring Lucy. She is not a big deal to travel with, she weighs 7 pounds. They loved her, she tolerated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While discussing their dogs over breakfast, we found out that they had buried their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cocker&lt;/span&gt; Spaniel behind the fence in September. (there is a green space behind their yard) We were not really sorry to see Bear go. He was the meanest dog. C has a scar on his nose to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While burying Bear my dad realized that this was going to be a big hole and he was going to have to keep the animals away. He decided to pour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quikcrete&lt;/span&gt; over the bag to keep the dog safe. While discussing all of this with my step mother; they decided that since her mother had never said what to do with her ashes they would "dispose" of them here.&lt;br /&gt;You got it-&lt;br /&gt;They mixed Grandma in with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quikcrete&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry they covered them both with stones and made to tiny markers.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of this story is that the woman HATED that dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7299013474312562790?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7299013474312562790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7299013474312562790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7299013474312562790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7299013474312562790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-post-2.html' title='Thanksgiving, post 2'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-220820437734780016</id><published>2008-12-01T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:55:03.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, post 1</title><content type='html'>We headed down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tallahassee&lt;/span&gt; to visit my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Papa J was determined that we were going to eat when we arrived. Its a 5 hour trip (with NO traffic) and we left at 4:30, so under the best circumstances it would be 9:30. We rolled into his driveway at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;What was waiting on us? A BIG pan of Lasagna and lots of wine.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had to eat lasagna at 11:00 at night to make my father happy.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, there is a "clean plate club" even at my age. I am not kidding. I got yelled at last year for "wasting" spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-220820437734780016?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/220820437734780016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=220820437734780016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/220820437734780016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/220820437734780016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-post-1.html' title='Thanksgiving, post 1'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3448386938214044945</id><published>2008-11-24T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:21:26.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>J was having a hard morning and needed lots of "encouragement" to get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;After the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time of asking him to brush his teeth and get dressed and be nice to his brother and to stop crying over everything, he looked at me and said "If you would be nicer to me it would be easier for me to have a good day." Um,okay. I got told by a six year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C was cleaning his room and listening to the radio during all of this.&lt;br /&gt;He comes into my room and says, "Mom, what's an orgasm?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;C- "An orgasm, there was a lady on the radio saying that when she does jumping jacks she has an orgasm"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, (thinking that I need her trainer)well its sexual."&lt;br /&gt;C- "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, you mean like when a guy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;. Good to know. Okay." and he walks out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3448386938214044945?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3448386938214044945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3448386938214044945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3448386938214044945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3448386938214044945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2400375473851276067</id><published>2008-11-23T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:55:44.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bargains</title><content type='html'>Nana Judy and I headed out for our big day of shopping on Saturday morning. The goal for the day was to finish Christmas! And of course to get the best bargains available.&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer's Wife has a theory that regardless of what the tag says, when its on sale at Macy's it will ring up $12. So very true!&lt;br /&gt;All weekend when you used your Macy's card you got an extra 10-20% off. This was on top of the sale or clearance price.  Can you say "SHOPPING!!?!"&lt;br /&gt;C wanted a leather motorcycle jacket, 40% off then another 20%. It was so cheap that I was able to get one for J and still saved $5 off the original price. crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; kids had everything marked down too. C is very label &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; as most teenagers are. I refuse to pay that much for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;, it has to be on sale. We found some serious bargains. Its going to be a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; for that kid. J is finally big enough to fit in the smallest size. He is going to get his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; fix. He has been begging forever, I hope he is excited to be the proud owner of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my list, including the stockings. I even helped Nana pick out everything for the kids and we shopped for my aunt. She hates to shop, we are supposed to buy what she needs and take it to her so she can see it and stick it in a bag. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the best part of this?&lt;br /&gt;I have wrapped everything that was purchased yesterday! Wrapped, bowed, stacked in a corner until the decorations go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the funniest sign on a landscape/nursery store- Permanent trees and wreaths 20% off. Not Artificial, permanent. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-2400375473851276067?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2400375473851276067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2400375473851276067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2400375473851276067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2400375473851276067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-bargains.html' title='Big Bargains'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1379145923497963065</id><published>2008-11-23T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:10:39.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>So I was finishing up wrapping presents (more on that later)and I showed Paint Boy the cute tags on the packages. I love them, they are "Big and bold", I say.&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy follows up with, "its not the only thing that's Big and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;"You are not allowed to say that anything is big, heavy, large, whatever. I only gets me in trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1379145923497963065?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1379145923497963065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1379145923497963065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1379145923497963065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1379145923497963065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1676899627050597663</id><published>2008-11-18T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:54:37.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>my free weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right. Paint boy and the kids are heading to his parents for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I am the total winner here!&lt;br /&gt;No Husband!&lt;br /&gt;No kids!&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IL's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm free to do what I want any '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have dinner on Friday night with friends. &lt;em&gt;(I just have to figure out who I like enough to spend my special night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Nana Judy has pencilled me in on her calendar. It's officially "Hair Girl day". We are starting off our day with a ton of Christmas shopping. I will be completed by the end of Saturday if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;We will eat  what ever we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scavenge&lt;/span&gt; while on the gift hunt. Then we have massages scheduled at 4:30. Its a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;BTW, while discussing our massages today, Nana said that she had a "couple of gift certificates" that we could use.&lt;br /&gt;HG-Okay, great! But how many?&lt;br /&gt;NJ&lt;em&gt;-(pulling out a stack that equals everyone that I have given her in the last 2 years)&lt;/em&gt; Enough!&lt;br /&gt;HG- Mom, you always get excited when we give you these. Why haven't you used them?&lt;br /&gt;NJ-I am always excited, because eventually you will offer to take me and I can spend the day with just you.&lt;br /&gt;HG- Well, we could do that any time. &lt;em&gt;(feeling guilty)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJ- No, we are both too busy, we have to make plans and write it on my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;HG-Let's look at your calendar and we will schedule another day.&lt;br /&gt;NJ- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think I can work you in at the end of January. &lt;em&gt;Smiling and not kidding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this means that in a convoluted way I paid for my massage 2 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;Also, that my mom is very busy taking care of  2 sets of church friends, my aunt, my boys and all the assorted charities for whom she volunteers. She has been trying to become a substitute teacher now that she's retired, but she can't find the time. She should have been using the Gift Certificates for massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1676899627050597663?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1676899627050597663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1676899627050597663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1676899627050597663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1676899627050597663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7547478975309015171</id><published>2008-11-15T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:06:34.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love me some Clemson'/><title type='text'>Big Thanks...</title><content type='html'>to all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggie&lt;/span&gt; friends!&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have sent the good karma my way. I am almost completely booked until Thanksgiving. Only 3 slots left. It is also filling up fast in December.  Think good thoughts, ask and you shall receive,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clemsongirlandthecoach.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clemson girl&lt;/a&gt; tells a story about being told to "write it down and mail it to yourself".(&lt;em&gt;Truly hilarious)&lt;/em&gt; Its supposed to come true. Hey, whatever works. I wrote it here and y'all answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, its &lt;em&gt;"Great in '08, but its going to be Fine in '09!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7547478975309015171?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7547478975309015171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7547478975309015171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7547478975309015171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7547478975309015171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-thanks.html' title='Big Thanks...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6329459668082809420</id><published>2008-11-15T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:47:29.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PTA update</title><content type='html'>I never knew there could be this much drama.&lt;br /&gt;After I worked my butt off yesterday to get the stupid flier distributed for the Holiday Market, I got a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (&lt;em&gt;chair of the fun run, that is happening on the same day&lt;/em&gt;)- Are you busy?&lt;br /&gt;Me- no, just wandering around Garden Ridge. &lt;em&gt;(avoiding the rain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her- So I found a flier in my son's Backpack today. I want an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me- Did the President not call you? At the Board meeting, we voted to have the Market and Elf shop.&lt;br /&gt;Her-No, she didn't. I told you both that I didn't want a "fundraiser" to mess up MY community event.&lt;br /&gt;Me- Well ,we need funds. So it was cookie dough or this. The Board voted to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Her- I don't like people talking about me and my event when I am not there. &lt;em&gt;(she is supposed to come to board meetings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me- It was in the agenda, so we discussed it.&lt;br /&gt;Her- I am not happy. I need to call the President! Someone has to answer for this!&lt;br /&gt;Me- Here's her cell xxx. I look forward to talking more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home and there is a very hateful email about how she has run political events in New Hampshire, raised tons of money and doesn't want to deal with money anymore; how people should not talk about behind her back and how over all of us she is.&lt;br /&gt;Great, just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go back to the Junior League next year rather than deal with all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETA- So crazy lady must have taken her meds this morning, because I just got another email. She is apologizing for acting crazy and going off the deep end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the last line of the email&lt;/em&gt;-"I think the world of you and am awed by your commitment to both your professional life and to XXX elementary school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I mention that we have spoken less than a dozen times? That we have been face to face twice? Who blew sunshine up her butt this morning? She must be close to overdosing on her happy pills. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6329459668082809420?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6329459668082809420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6329459668082809420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6329459668082809420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6329459668082809420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/pta-update.html' title='PTA update'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1006940585959575347</id><published>2008-11-14T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:04:07.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PTA</title><content type='html'>Should you decide to chair an event and come up with a "great idea", do not pass it off to me. I have my own stuff. I will take care of it 'cause that's the type girl I am, but don't have anymore ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a flier needs to go home on Friday and I am working, do not approve it on Friday morning and expect me to be able to "work it out". 1100 copies do not make themselves. Nor, do they count themselves in stacks of 20 for the teacher's mailboxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say I will have to leave by a certain time, please stop saying,"one more thing..." I don't have time, clients are waiting. Put it in an email, at least I can hit delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, buy a new cardigan! I am tired of looking at the same 5 pink ones that you wear as your "signature".&lt;br /&gt;I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the Junior League is WAY more organized than the PTA ever wanted to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1006940585959575347?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1006940585959575347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1006940585959575347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1006940585959575347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1006940585959575347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/pta.html' title='PTA'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5030428582681929472</id><published>2008-11-13T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:18:03.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No you didn't.</title><content type='html'>Paint boy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; one of the husbands that makes everything a sexual innuendo. Even after 16 years together he still "likes" me, "really likes" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, on to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are standing in the kitchen tonight, discussing whether C is still dating his girlfriend. He asked me if they were "hot and heavy".&lt;br /&gt;Me- "No, I think they broke up."&lt;br /&gt;PB- "that's good. He's only 12."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "yeah. &lt;em&gt;(my mind is on finishing dinner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB- " The only one Hot and Heavy around here is you."&lt;br /&gt;Me-"WHAT!??!!"&lt;br /&gt;PB-" That didn't come out right, did it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Not so much."&lt;br /&gt;PB- "Um, yeah, sorry. &lt;em&gt;Stammering&lt;/em&gt; I meant you were hot, you know, hot. Not heavy, like fat, just hot. Just..."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "stop talking, just go set the table."&lt;br /&gt;Pb- "good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5030428582681929472?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5030428582681929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5030428582681929472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5030428582681929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5030428582681929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-you-didnt.html' title='No you didn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8701486080643875379</id><published>2008-11-13T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:13:20.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRw85BgakRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/cxaNi3gYMzE/s1600-h/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268152614471242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRw85BgakRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/cxaNi3gYMzE/s320/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw my first Christmas decorations of the year, going up on a building in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its very exciting, all of the local events are getting underway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is an old theater in the Square that has been in horrible shape, several local leaders led the charge to renovate it and bring back the glory to that corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsofthestrand.com/restore.html"&gt;The Strand&lt;/a&gt; is almost finished after years of fundraising and renovations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atlantalyrictheatre.com/"&gt;The Atlanta Lyric Theater &lt;/a&gt;company is going to put on productions there, starting with Beauty and The Beast. The first curtain rises on Friday December 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Tickets are very reasonable and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abundant&lt;/span&gt;. On the site you can see the floor plan and choose your seats (not just what's "best"). I was able to get seats on the fourth row for Saturday 12/13! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What child wouldn't love the magic of Beauty and the Beast? What adult? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run, don't walk to the Strand for the Event of the Season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8701486080643875379?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8701486080643875379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8701486080643875379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8701486080643875379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8701486080643875379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-of-year.html' title='First of the year'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRw85BgakRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/cxaNi3gYMzE/s72-c/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-188472834466126870</id><published>2008-11-12T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:12:44.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better,BUT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRsOgFe8MaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZhgwLT5BIWk/s1600-h/roots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820133530481058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRsOgFe8MaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZhgwLT5BIWk/s320/roots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the well wishes, they must have worked. Either that or the antibiotics I have been on for 4 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that is still sick is my business. It has a bad case of the sluggish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually this time of year I can barely breathe getting everyone beautified for the holidays. This year, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been this slow in about 10 years. Way back when I went out on a limb and opened my own salon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now issuing an order- GO GET YOUR HAIR DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colored, cut, the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Stylist needs to eat too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has presents for her kids to buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you don't want to show up at Thanksgiving with roots. Aunt Sally will say something. We don't want that now do we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-188472834466126870?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/188472834466126870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=188472834466126870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/188472834466126870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/188472834466126870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-betterbut.html' title='Feeling better,BUT...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRsOgFe8MaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZhgwLT5BIWk/s72-c/roots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7791400905421373882</id><published>2008-11-11T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:01:35.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am taking antibiotics too.'/><title type='text'>Dying, truly dying</title><content type='html'>So last week was June Cleaver's Birthday. We have celebrated that girl's birthday every year like its the BIG one. She loves a party and likes to make a week of it!&lt;br /&gt;A group of us went out on Friday night. I was feeling great. I rode to the restaurant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JC's&lt;/span&gt; best friend, that was trying to rally out of her cold and Lawyer's Wife, who's kid's have pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Saturday and thought,"I didn't drink that much, how can I feel this bad?"&lt;br /&gt;I am Dying.&lt;br /&gt;Since Saturday morning I have been vertical for about 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;This includes the 3 hours at church where I taught Sunday school. Yes, I taught a bunch of 6 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and yes, I hope they get sick. There are too many of them every week. 14 is too many, most classes average 6-8. I average 12-16. I am the craft queen, they don't want to miss a project. A nice cold could widdle out the stragglers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now at work infecting my clients. They complain too much if I cancel them. They all can see that I am sick, they don't seem to care. One did offer to "let me go home, when I finished her." Nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to start injecting food, like Madonna. I can't breathe and chew at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I know this post rambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am high on cold medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7791400905421373882?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7791400905421373882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7791400905421373882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7791400905421373882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7791400905421373882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/dying-truly-dying.html' title='Dying, truly dying'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4050279539830124034</id><published>2008-11-06T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:30:23.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We need help...</title><content type='html'>with the &lt;a href="http://www.bigthankyouproject.com/"&gt;Big Thank You Project&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local radio station sent thousands of letters to our military over seas last year. This year they are trying to have a MILLION messages by Thanksgiving.They will play every thirty seconds between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Imagine what it must be like to be separated from your family during the Holidays. This will help both the service people and all the family that they have left here.&lt;br /&gt;It will only take you 2 seconds to fill out the form. Please do it as many times as you can. Every time you sign into your blog, send a message.&lt;br /&gt;If you Post this on your blog and leave me a message, I will send you a special treat. Remember that I am a Hair Girl and I have access to good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4050279539830124034?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4050279539830124034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4050279539830124034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4050279539830124034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4050279539830124034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-need-help.html' title='We need help...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6446792284048980486</id><published>2008-11-05T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:39:06.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Swap Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRJab8qoDBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ICF95FUiQvE/s1600-h/swap_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265370350537411602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRJab8qoDBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ICF95FUiQvE/s320/swap_button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite people is hosting a swap!&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.clemsongirlandthecoach.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clemsongirl's blog &lt;/a&gt;and sign up. It's super easy , no major theme, just Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Sign up ends Monday, so don't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETA-Okay girlies, we are up to 37 people in the swap. Keep adding those names. Lets make this A LOT of work for our Clemson Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6446792284048980486?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6446792284048980486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6446792284048980486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6446792284048980486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6446792284048980486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-swap-time.html' title='It&apos;s Swap Time!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SRJab8qoDBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ICF95FUiQvE/s72-c/swap_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3064597398278629717</id><published>2008-11-03T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:41:54.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f&apos;n jingle jog'/><title type='text'>PTA ownership</title><content type='html'>I am just saying that if you sign up to chair an event, don't think that you own the day. Should another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt; choose to do something in conjunction or if the Foundation chooses to hold an event, YOU DO NOT get to take your toys and go home.&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;We are ALL trying to make the school a better place.&lt;br /&gt;You may have issues with "Fundraising" but its necessary to pay for "your" community event.&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for your help.&lt;br /&gt;This was your idea in the first place. You asked me to help you!&lt;br /&gt;I will not even enter your event, because I will be holding mine. And let me tell you I will be holding my event, because I don't want to have to sell another &lt;a href="mailto:d@mn"&gt;d@mn&lt;/a&gt; thing (cookie dough included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSA&lt;/span&gt; is over-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the weather glorious? I am basking in the 70 degree days.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand a little rant now and then. ta ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3064597398278629717?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3064597398278629717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3064597398278629717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3064597398278629717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3064597398278629717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/pta-ownership.html' title='PTA ownership'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2636050932722256367</id><published>2008-11-02T21:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:48:16.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>My family loves Halloween! It has everything to do with dressing up and playing a part. The boys get to choose their costumes with the only condition being that it can't be too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year J was a knight (check out the "Go-T" he spelled it for me). His costume always revolves around the weapon.&lt;br /&gt;C was a vigilante from "V for Vendetta". Yeah, I didn't know what that was either, but as you can see, pretty harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5iWjJzf3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/40H3nBssnbo/s1600-h/DSCN1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264253153975697266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5iWjJzf3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/40H3nBssnbo/s320/DSCN1913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C had issues with the pumpkin bag that he has carried for years. He decided he would carry a pillowcase.&lt;br /&gt;Um, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make it less ghetto by making him carry a jack-o-lantern one that Nana Judy made. The cool factor was zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5iEDQhXAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NImmgw4sFUM/s1600-h/DSCN1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252836176288770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5iEDQhXAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NImmgw4sFUM/s320/DSCN1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ding, dong. Trick or treat? racking up the candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5h07T7erI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wDm3TG3XeyM/s1600-h/DSCN1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252576345062066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5h07T7erI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wDm3TG3XeyM/s320/DSCN1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from their loot; our neighbors pass out good candy. Everybody gives choices, my boys always go for the M&amp;amp;M's. The fewer Reese's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; cups the better.(I eat those!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana Judy and I sat in the driveway and passed out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glow sticks&lt;/span&gt;, pencils, tattoos and of course candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that if you can't walk in high heels, you shouldn't be wearing them at 13! Also if its 50 degrees outside you shouldn't be dressed as a hooker. Now you are a hobbling hooker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you can't tell me what you are, you don't get candy. No costume, No treats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that everything is better with Firefly Sweet tea. (but we already knew that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3140533242056370031-2636050932722256367?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2636050932722256367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2636050932722256367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2636050932722256367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2636050932722256367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQ5iWjJzf3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/40H3nBssnbo/s72-c/DSCN1913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4109328861416267968</id><published>2008-10-28T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:21:23.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a rocket scientist.</title><content type='html'>When I say something I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was changing the blade on my razor, during a haircut, and said," I'd better be careful before I cut my thumb off." Well, of course I cut my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;A 2 inch gash. not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my doctor, "We don't do stitches."&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you "do"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove myself to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked in and right behind me was the token "Hacker". You know the one, she has some contagious disease that they call the CDC in to evaluate. She is barking like a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get a curtain (with the hacker right next door) and the doctor comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 stitches later and 6 VERY painful shots, including a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tetanus&lt;/span&gt;, I am finally finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an all time record- 2 and 1/2 hours  in and out of the ER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now consuming massive quantities of Advil and Wine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hair girl's&lt;/span&gt; kind of drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  so you know, I am working tomorrow- this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hair girl&lt;/span&gt; rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4109328861416267968?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4109328861416267968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4109328861416267968' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4109328861416267968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4109328861416267968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-rocket-scientist.html' title='I am a rocket scientist.'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-410957670236819221</id><published>2008-10-28T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:21:47.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th and 4th- Tag you're it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//abnormallynormal2007.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom on the Run&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to pull the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture from the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder and tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQe_BPxtGGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wQrXUFpcxZg/s1600-h/DSCN0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262384717741496418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQe_BPxtGGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wQrXUFpcxZg/s320/DSCN0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C and Nana Judy-this is a picture from C's birthday dinner. They are so close, he was the only grandchild for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy to have Nana live here in town. She picks the boys up every Wednesday after school for dinner and fun. Nana also is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; for babysitting duty any weekend for us or our friends. Nana Judy Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecardgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Card girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theafros.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AFRo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madaboutplaidgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mad about Plaid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepeyt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peyton Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;, go to your picture file and select the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder. Now find the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture. Tell us about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-410957670236819221?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/410957670236819221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=410957670236819221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/410957670236819221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/410957670236819221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/4th-and-4th-tag-youre-it.html' title='4th and 4th- Tag you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQe_BPxtGGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wQrXUFpcxZg/s72-c/DSCN0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1796709137676393179</id><published>2008-10-27T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:32:20.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute.</title><content type='html'>Check out this adorable little boy. &lt;a href="http://www.candyvote.com/"&gt;http://www.candyvote.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents are super creative. I wish he lived in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1796709137676393179?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1796709137676393179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1796709137676393179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1796709137676393179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1796709137676393179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-cute.html' title='Too cute.'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6110871719525840836</id><published>2008-10-26T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:52:26.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQUqBJ09VhI/AAAAAAAAAck/34CbFPOHu_k/s1600-h/DSCN1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261657938958571026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQUqBJ09VhI/AAAAAAAAAck/34CbFPOHu_k/s320/DSCN1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Lawyer's wife and Tahoe Girl at my annual Costume party. They are HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahoe girl and I go back to college! I am not lying, she was friends with a  girl that was best friends with one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Are you following me here?!!?&lt;br /&gt;Tahoe, Paint boy and I knew each other 17 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We connected again through June and Lawyer's wife. One night a strange woman walks up to me and says, " Did you go to Southern? I would recognize your voice anywhere." That was it. we connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that we can be friends as adults. We are way cooler as adults.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, who can pull off Jane Fonda after 3 children? Tahoe Girl, that's who!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6110871719525840836?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6110871719525840836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6110871719525840836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6110871719525840836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6110871719525840836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-real.html' title='For real...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQUqBJ09VhI/AAAAAAAAAck/34CbFPOHu_k/s72-c/DSCN1864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8096263703649075234</id><published>2008-10-26T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:38:42.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to Be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQUozElLUMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/krlVEeV3yQw/s1600-h/DSCN1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261656597520404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQUozElLUMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/krlVEeV3yQw/s320/DSCN1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have very good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a group of girlfriends that I love dearly, they are all intertwined. I just didn't know how much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all know 2 of my favorite girls, Lawyer's wife and Clemson. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like we have always known each other. I love them more than my sister. (That is a whole different story, didn't know that I had a sister did you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to be friends. God decided to make sure of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all in the same Junior League Provisional class 8 years ago. Clemson moved to Chicago a month into the year. Lawyer's wife had too much going on to handle the amount of work involved. I had Paint boy to take care of C and I stuck it out. (I don't remember them at all, I had a few friends in the class that I stuck close to.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 6 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meet Lawyer's wife through June Cleaver. (June and I were on the same committee in the Junior League.) Loved her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another year passes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She talks me into this whole blog thing and through it we connect with Clemson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way could anyone be that fabulous. Damn it, she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have laughed with these girls until I have peed in my pants, we have talked it all out, our little boys all play well. It is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wanted all of us to be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter the distance, we will be friends forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8096263703649075234?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8096263703649075234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8096263703649075234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8096263703649075234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8096263703649075234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/meant-to-be.html' title='Meant to Be..'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SQUozElLUMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/krlVEeV3yQw/s72-c/DSCN1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1320073547172541721</id><published>2008-10-18T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:36:09.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it happened to you?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was having some quiet time with my laptop reading blogs and catching up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check out all the old friends and I see that an ex boyfriend from high school has a new profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt;, he's in baseball pants ( these thing do wonders for a man's butt, ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clemsongirl&lt;/span&gt;, she will back me up) &lt;br /&gt;I can read the name of the team ( I google it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Gay Atlanta Softball League Champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cracking up and I call to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paintboy&lt;/span&gt; that "so and so is gay". Not a big deal, but I did date this boy for a while and it's the first ex that I found out is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C walks into the room- "So Mom, after dating you, this guy decided  to be gay?"&lt;br /&gt;Paint boys response-"Nice one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent one to the other team...he still was working those baseball pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1320073547172541721?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1320073547172541721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1320073547172541721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1320073547172541721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1320073547172541721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-it-happened-to-you.html' title='Has it happened to you?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8998251249145034695</id><published>2008-10-16T20:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:39:11.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like a rock star</title><content type='html'>This week was the big prize trip for the Fundraiser that I chaired at J's school. The top ten sellers got to ride in the &lt;a href="http://www.furbus.com/"&gt;Fur Bus &lt;/a&gt;to a local pizza place for lunch. Beyond the great prize, the kids got to be out of school for 2 hours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woooohoooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The kids had so much fun rocking out on the bus to all their favorite tunes- here they are doing the YMCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPflHsMN4-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ie7-4d6XBz8/s1600-h/DSCN1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257923010262590434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPflHsMN4-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ie7-4d6XBz8/s320/DSCN1718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macarena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPfk65spyrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-bHQ9b8qUfo/s1600-h/DSCN1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257922790549998258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPfk65spyrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-bHQ9b8qUfo/s320/DSCN1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they had to sit while the bus was moving so they wiggled in their seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the only male admin at the school, 6'4" and about 300 pounds. The guy knew every song and was doing all the dances with the kids. It was hilarious to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPfkjYliE5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/KtNrDvIZ0d4/s1600-h/DSCN1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257922386524771218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPfkjYliE5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/KtNrDvIZ0d4/s320/DSCN1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the top eleven sellers, we had said ten but a little sister needed to be included since it was a family effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a blast but after 2 hours of hyped up, rocked out, over sugared kids; I felt drunk when we returned to the school. I have never felt quite like that without a few cocktails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; went home and corrected the situation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's five o'clock somewhere, even if it is in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3140533242056370031-8998251249145034695?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8998251249145034695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8998251249145034695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8998251249145034695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8998251249145034695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-like-rock-star.html' title='Party like a rock star'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SPflHsMN4-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ie7-4d6XBz8/s72-c/DSCN1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1790862362080911118</id><published>2008-10-14T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:43:44.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sorry</title><content type='html'>I just haven't been able to write lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A 13 year old boy in our town choose to end his short precious life. He and C played in the neighborhood and all summer at the pool while growing up. I will never forget how he wore his "shark fins and goggles" to chase all the kids around the shallow end. I can't believe that his life was that bad. He was having anxiety at school and it has come out that there was major bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend that has been trying to have a baby for years suffered a miscarriage last week. She was 37 weeks pregnant, on bedrest and doing great. Placenta previa. before they could even get to the hospital it was over. A perfect baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my aunt to the hospital last week to have a procedure on her back. The surgeon came out to let me know that she was in really bad shape and if she didn't change her ways (diabetes and an alcoholic) she would not  live much longer.&lt;br /&gt;"2- 3 years?", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Try weeks", was his reply.&lt;br /&gt;She is 64 years old and has a body of an 85 year old. She refuses to change and her son has washed his hands of the whole mess. Its up to me and Nana Judy to handle everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much in comparison, but huge in Paintboy's life.&lt;br /&gt;PB's car got broken into and all of his camera equipment was stolen. He takes photographs in addition to painting. This is serious equipment, thousands of dollars. Lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;This is a man that is never without his camera. He feels like a part of him is missing. I feel like I am going to vomit know that he will replace it all, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect town has been violated&lt;br /&gt;my peacful world has been invaded&lt;br /&gt;and none of it is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1790862362080911118?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1790862362080911118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1790862362080911118' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1790862362080911118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1790862362080911118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am so sorry'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6409143246101100475</id><published>2008-10-07T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:03:57.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see..</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been a week since I posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very long week. I worked late, helped C with a science fair project, held the ice cream sundae parties for the fundraiser, went to a friend's house for dinner, unloaded the storage unit of the Halloween decorations, started decorating, taught sunday school and had the "sahara desert" feeling eyes from surgery last week! I am tired just typing it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are doing great, I keep forgeting that I don't wear glasses and keep reaching for them. I swapped sight for memory. I am good with the switch. I will forget that I am crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6409143246101100475?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6409143246101100475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6409143246101100475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6409143246101100475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6409143246101100475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see..'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5972944310260983517</id><published>2008-09-29T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:57:43.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Live in Georgia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstateshouldyouliveinquiz/georgia.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to live in Georgia, you might also consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstateshouldyouliveinquiz/"&gt;What State Should You Live In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on A&lt;a href="http://abnormallynormal2007.blogspot.com/"&gt;bnormally normal&lt;/a&gt; and thought I would give it a try. I wonder how in 6 questions they figured out so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5972944310260983517?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5972944310260983517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5972944310260983517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5972944310260983517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5972944310260983517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-this-quiz.html' title='Take this quiz'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6542408474444556931</id><published>2008-09-29T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:35:21.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>That is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Custom Interlase, which is a bladless form of LASIC. It was custom because I have funky corneas and they had to smooth them out first. I also have very dry eyes, which is why I stopped wearing contacts a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***WARNING***&lt;br /&gt;For the info junkies out there- DO NOT WATCH THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE. I had the procedure with my eyes open and I couldn't watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure is best described as stressful, because of the pressure on your eye and having to hold perfectly still and focus on a light. I passed with flying colors, but the stuffed animal they gave me to hold could be missing a paw. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definetly do all of this again, I just feel like I am walking around with dried out contacts in my eyes and I am not allowed to rub them.&lt;br /&gt;But I can see.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 29 years I can see without correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new best friend is the bottle of tear drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6542408474444556931?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6542408474444556931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6542408474444556931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6542408474444556931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6542408474444556931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6201126084383386255</id><published>2008-09-26T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:53:41.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day</title><content type='html'>that I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LASIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blind (or nearly) for 29 years. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; nearsighted and have funky shaped corneas. This all leads to the fact that I can't see; not even the alarm clock next to my head in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chickened out on the surgery 3 times already.&lt;br /&gt;I am going today.&lt;br /&gt;Nana Judy is driving, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paint boy&lt;/span&gt; is codependent on the chickening out. He is out.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6201126084383386255?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6201126084383386255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6201126084383386255' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6201126084383386255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6201126084383386255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8494136438955805335</id><published>2008-09-22T14:44:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:45:05.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwnx-21GI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oWqSCmbbgCA/s1600-h/pinot_grigio_duetti.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwnx-21GI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oWqSCmbbgCA/s320/pinot_grigio_duetti.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248928456946144354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the biggest weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy and I had Date Night.&lt;br /&gt;First we headed out to &lt;a href="http://www.bubbalini.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bubbalini's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We had a fantastic dinner of Calamari and Lasagna. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YUMMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! There were no children in sight, not ours or anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It helped we sat in the beautiful bar area.&lt;br /&gt;We have season tickets to &lt;a href="http://www.theatreinthesquare.com/"&gt;The Theater in Square. &lt;/a&gt;Friday night was Sherlock Holmes. Funny.  It helps that they serve wine. Our tickets guarantee a date night once every 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday brought about errands, laundry and &lt;a href="http://www.swirlsart.com/"&gt;Swirls!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clemsongirlandthecoach.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clemson girl&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lawyer's Wife&lt;/a&gt; and her mom,  Nana Judy and I, all headed to Swirls to paint. What a great idea! You bring drinks and snacks, they provide everything else. We were very adventuresome and decided to paint this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwWyjWyZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5KGwQ4YA_60/s1600-h/swirls+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwWyjWyZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5KGwQ4YA_60/s320/swirls+real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248928165041457554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap! What were we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paintboy&lt;/span&gt; asked if it was going to be "paint by number". No way, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Blank canvas.&lt;br /&gt;Brushes.&lt;br /&gt;Paint.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwSAsyLkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/bnvgKznIX8A/s1600-h/swirls+k%26j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwSAsyLkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/bnvgKznIX8A/s320/swirls+k%26j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248928082939752002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clemson and me with our blank canvas in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfvhZg39pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mkVLRBN8gog/s1600-h/swirls+p%26j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfvhZg39pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mkVLRBN8gog/s320/swirls+p%26j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248927247787095698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clemson and Lawyer's wife. They are well on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfvZ1DuBgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OsGdAVZ-DSI/s1600-h/swirls+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfvZ1DuBgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OsGdAVZ-DSI/s320/swirls+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248927117742048770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results. Everyone did the same picture, but our own interpretation. SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely going back for the holiday pictures.&lt;br /&gt;After drying over night the pictures were even better. The paint seemed to mellow. Either that or they just started to grow on us.&lt;br /&gt;Like mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday brought about church, but that is going to get its own post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/2008/09/fancy-nancy-la-babycakes.html"&gt;FANCY NANCY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-more.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had her 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I was invited to help at the hair station. It was fabulous and the kids had a blast. (Click on the 2 links above for tons of photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfuFIjluII/AAAAAAAAAbE/B9mzmKv56w0/s1600-h/DSCN1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfuFIjluII/AAAAAAAAAbE/B9mzmKv56w0/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925662687115394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In all their dress-up finery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNft3ldP_eI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pITXN79ZtHY/s1600-h/DSCN1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNft3ldP_eI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pITXN79ZtHY/s320/DSCN1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925429926985186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everyone left, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt; broke out her Birthday loot. All at once.&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella meets Barbie meets every bit of play makeup in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then went outside and ran over her boyfriend in the Barbie car. The entire time she was laughing uncontrollably as he chased her around the yard. It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the best weekend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8494136438955805335?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8494136438955805335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8494136438955805335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8494136438955805335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8494136438955805335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SNfwnx-21GI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oWqSCmbbgCA/s72-c/pinot_grigio_duetti.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5744150621097822862</id><published>2008-09-18T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:34:28.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://caffeinecourt.blogspot.com/"&gt;CAFFEINE COURT&lt;/a&gt; brought up an interesting topic the other day- What are you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very proud member of the "I don't NEED a pill to get through the day" club until last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chaired our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt; largest fundraiser with half of the normal committee members (had to move the venue), had a child starting kindergarten, had a child starting middle school, ran my own business ( one employee pregnant and another with health issues), my husband made a career change AND we opened an art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now on 10mg of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt; every day.&lt;br /&gt;I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I usually can sleep through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now apologizing, IF, I have spoken sharply to you or not said "please or thank you" as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not lecture me on the drugs. I didn't need them until I was 35 with a middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt;. You just don't need them yet.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a matter of time. I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lexapro&lt;/span&gt; and Firefly sweet tea vodka. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5744150621097822862?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5744150621097822862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5744150621097822862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5744150621097822862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5744150621097822862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-drugs.html' title='I need drugs'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7749323126016540656</id><published>2008-09-17T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:30:36.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!!</title><content type='html'>A BIG giant thank you to the &lt;a href="http://www.thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lawyer's wife &lt;/a&gt;for rescuing the silver Saab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy and the boys thought it would be fun to put a pirate sticker on my car. It was complete with the "AAARRGGH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lawyer's wife came and got her hair touched up and my surprise was a monogram sticker. Not only did she honor me with a hot pink sticker, but she used her credit card to scrape the pirate sticker off, Windexed the window and applied my monogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is a TRUE friend. The silver Saab deserves better than pirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your own hot pink monogram at &lt;a href="http://mpmdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monogram Me&lt;/a&gt;, don't ride around without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7749323126016540656?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7749323126016540656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7749323126016540656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7749323126016540656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7749323126016540656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7009963198048332545</id><published>2008-09-16T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:16:36.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he wanted that too'/><title type='text'>What do you want?</title><content type='html'>Paint boy and I had a "discussion" on Saturday concerning his "help" around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I got nothing from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while cooking dinner I mentioned that I was out of a few things and needed to find time to run to the store. What to my utter amazement did he offer to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy went to the grocery store!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BIG TIME, people.&lt;br /&gt;He goes once a year and I drag him just so he can see grocery prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got everything on the list and picked up a few of his favorites.&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud and excited that he helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think greeted me in the kitchen this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melted ice cream sandwiches. I guess putting away the groceries was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7009963198048332545?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7009963198048332545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7009963198048332545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7009963198048332545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7009963198048332545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-want.html' title='What do you want?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2998440276011002645</id><published>2008-09-15T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:22:33.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising...</title><content type='html'>Everyone is getting nervous about the economy and the up coming election. I think this is leading people to hoard their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the fundraising chair for J's elementary school. We are selling Sally Foster wrapping paper, which is usually a huge success. This year not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still the same amount of work, but so far the totals are about 33% down. Which means instead of one BIG sale, I am looking at having to do a LOT more work to make budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the lollipops, cookie dough, jingle jog, camp out, biscuit sales. Don't forget the Elf Shop, Fall festival, sock hop, and Spring Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy only thought I would be finished this fall. This is looking like an all year, all consuming project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anything? I can sell it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-2998440276011002645?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2998440276011002645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2998440276011002645' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2998440276011002645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2998440276011002645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/fundraising.html' title='Fundraising...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5639183639816258696</id><published>2008-09-15T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:08:55.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog-napped'/><title type='text'>Missing?</title><content type='html'>At some point Friday, Lucy decided to go for a walk. By herself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;/span&gt; she had just had a bath and I forgot to put her collar back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She gets out every once in a while, explores for a few minutes and comes back and scratches at the door.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we noticed she was gone , I went outside and called for her.&lt;br /&gt;and called.&lt;br /&gt;and walked around and called.&lt;br /&gt;and sent  the boys out  on their bikes to call and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, was the hero! After 2 hours of calling and looking, he spotted the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUND and a picture of Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good Samaritan"rescued" her. Crossing the road. In front of my house. Heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we found her and she was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5639183639816258696?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5639183639816258696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5639183639816258696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5639183639816258696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5639183639816258696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing.html' title='Missing?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3379376712441591051</id><published>2008-09-08T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:20:25.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was an original!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="background-color: white; 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line-height: 1.1; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:16;"  &gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 179); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.8; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My real name, not-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3379376712441591051?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3379376712441591051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3379376712441591051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3379376712441591051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3379376712441591051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-i-was-original.html' title='I thought I was an original!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4260623676924677488</id><published>2008-09-07T22:44:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:21:56.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we lost in the 14th inning'/><title type='text'>The Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSV9kHNWEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Asc4m-5UKN4/s1600-h/DSCN1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSV9kHNWEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Asc4m-5UKN4/s320/DSCN1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243480751064569922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was "Bark in the Park". More or less, bring your dog to the Braves game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with Buddy and Lucy, on a huge lawn chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVx3cCvxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lEP4Ta5jBE4/s1600-h/DSCN1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVx3cCvxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lEP4Ta5jBE4/s320/DSCN1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243480550093799186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went with ACE and Spray boy and their 2 Bassets, Duke and Roscoe. Duke and Buddy are from the same litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVjoZVA2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/PUvk3xbuXl8/s1600-h/DSCN1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVjoZVA2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/PUvk3xbuXl8/s320/DSCN1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243480305537712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy was the Welcome wagon. You were not going up the stairs unless you greeted him and gave him a little rub. Who could resist that face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVXAq_2SI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uIGYathSbc8/s1600-h/DSCN1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVXAq_2SI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uIGYathSbc8/s320/DSCN1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243480088715974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy was sad she couldn't solo on the National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVKUQZLoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IjekY16nJjE/s1600-h/DSCN1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSVKUQZLoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IjekY16nJjE/s320/DSCN1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243479870634798722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duke and Roscoe drooling as only a Basset can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSS4ne0VDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YaH-fvppnzU/s1600-h/DSCN1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSS4ne0VDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YaH-fvppnzU/s320/DSCN1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243477367534670898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSSqXkHw_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rXvQLJlg1fg/s1600-h/DSCN1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSSqXkHw_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rXvQLJlg1fg/s320/DSCN1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243477122743780338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSTF009qLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/d2QdzSLUooA/s1600-h/DSCN1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSTF009qLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/d2QdzSLUooA/s320/DSCN1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243477594455517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSSaWSncBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xeowNisBP8c/s1600-h/DSCN1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSSaWSncBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xeowNisBP8c/s320/DSCN1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243476847524016146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  many cute dogs. I was very impressed with how well behaved they all were. 689 dogs attended the game today, you just needed to watch where you stepped, sometimes the "clean-up crew" was a little slow. A  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; daycare gave out ice water and had misters and baby pools all set up. Different distributors were passing out treats and puppy ice cream. The dogs were treated  like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few dogs that made you feel like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSSL7GZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qw7QvNRU1Fk/s1600-h/DSCN1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSSL7GZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qw7QvNRU1Fk/s320/DSCN1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243476599706869090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSR89lx2mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4DYKyWdzWFU/s1600-h/DSCN1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSR89lx2mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4DYKyWdzWFU/s320/DSCN1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243476342677297762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out, not even a face a mother could love!&lt;br /&gt;I snapped this shot and Paint boy said, "for the blog, huh?" I was thinking about y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an interesting day. Check it off the list, all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4260623676924677488?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4260623676924677488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4260623676924677488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4260623676924677488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4260623676924677488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='The Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMSV9kHNWEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Asc4m-5UKN4/s72-c/DSCN1456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7068311152122299285</id><published>2008-09-04T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:29:56.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High on Hairspray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCLbptszcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PfD_2JH2OCY/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCLbptszcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PfD_2JH2OCY/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242343273429519810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friend. I love your name and "should" have thought of your title myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we "do" a swap, you ask questions of your "SWAP MATE". You also answer questions to give hints at what you might like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;I have an annual Halloween party, everyone dresses up or they don't get invited again.&lt;br /&gt;Its adults only and a TON of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I decorate my house October 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you send, will make me smile and get used somewhere in the house.&lt;br /&gt;I am easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you decorate for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;Do you do cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;Do your boys have a preference over candy? Any favorites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 96px; height: 55px;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7068311152122299285?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7068311152122299285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7068311152122299285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7068311152122299285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7068311152122299285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-on-hairspray.html' title='High on Hairspray'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCLbptszcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PfD_2JH2OCY/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1755165626201043183</id><published>2008-09-04T21:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:18:13.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you watch crappy TV?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHNVDSmzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4ISANZetIXg/s1600-h/amazing+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHNVDSmzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4ISANZetIXg/s320/amazing+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242338629318253362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHHuEoeJI/AAAAAAAAATw/LJ5228UxfHk/s1600-h/survivor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHHuEoeJI/AAAAAAAAATw/LJ5228UxfHk/s320/survivor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242338532955551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHA9ly2MI/AAAAAAAAATo/hW9HZc7lF0M/s1600-h/ANTM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHA9ly2MI/AAAAAAAAATo/hW9HZc7lF0M/s320/ANTM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242338416862091458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/index.php"&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Design/season/2/index.php"&gt;TOP DESIGN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Tabathas_Salon_Takeover/season/1/index.php"&gt;TABATHA'S SALON TAKEOVER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the new fall line up. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; for reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1755165626201043183?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1755165626201043183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1755165626201043183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1755165626201043183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1755165626201043183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-watch-tv.html' title='Do you watch crappy TV?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SMCHNVDSmzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4ISANZetIXg/s72-c/amazing+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-621648421221410633</id><published>2008-09-03T09:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:15:44.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning...</title><content type='html'>Do not come and get your hair done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am warning you, I have a SERIOUS  cold and a raging headache. This will not be my most charming day. I will not be able to hold a conversation as I concentrate on your haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reschedule for another day and let me go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-621648421221410633?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/621648421221410633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=621648421221410633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/621648421221410633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/621648421221410633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/warning.html' title='Warning...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-1949898240410051258</id><published>2008-09-02T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:40:11.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we do'/><title type='text'>Got Apples?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SL3mnf2S3AI/AAAAAAAAATY/R6o_vWeM0YU/s1600-h/DSCN1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SL3mnf2S3AI/AAAAAAAAATY/R6o_vWeM0YU/s320/DSCN1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241599107567639554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planted 2 apple trees in our yard the year that C started kindergarten. One tree is a Granny Smith and the other is Red Delicious. They have cross pollinated and we now have Granny Delicious apples. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 7 years later, we have a HUGE crop of apples every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday, we collect the fallen, yucky apples and throw them in the woods for the squirrels and deer. After that, the boys "shake" the tree and collect the ripe apples that fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of apples cut and frozen for pies, 20 bags with 6 cups of sliced apples in each. Thank goodness for my freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Paint boy decided all the apple business needed to come to an end. He climbed his ladder and picked all the remaining apples.&lt;br /&gt; I had a laundry basket full of apples to deal with before going back to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few pies and took them to neighbors and one to a cookout we attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not a dent in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a batch of apple butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight shift in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Judy came over and we decided to make apple sauce. That woman is a professional peeler.&lt;br /&gt; We worked for 5 hours and yielded 112 cups of applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;I am not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;112.&lt;br /&gt;I had to put it in 3 cup freezer containers.&lt;br /&gt;I counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some applesauce or maybe a pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-1949898240410051258?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/1949898240410051258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=1949898240410051258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1949898240410051258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/1949898240410051258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-apples.html' title='Got Apples?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SL3mnf2S3AI/AAAAAAAAATY/R6o_vWeM0YU/s72-c/DSCN1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4808300571305175984</id><published>2008-09-02T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:43:04.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swap buddy</title><content type='html'>My "Wicked" swap buddy is High on Hairspray! Now why didn't I come up with a cool blog title like that? I know after all these years of doing hair that my lungs are coated with some hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please contact me so that we can do the swapping thing- I am a HUGE Halloween fan.&lt;br /&gt;We have an annual party and I decorate the first of October and it stays up all month. This started out as Paint boy's thing so it tends to be really creepy and dark. I can't wait to add some cute to the vast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of scary stuff we already own. They come out with great stuff every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4808300571305175984?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4808300571305175984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4808300571305175984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4808300571305175984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4808300571305175984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/09/swap-buddy.html' title='Swap buddy'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-724624003376671048</id><published>2008-08-31T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:37:40.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It  was so easy</title><content type='html'>I am sooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found five minutes to create a signature!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you &lt;a href="http://www.sashasays.com/2008/08/bloggy-lesson-2-using-signature.html"&gt;Sasha!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85707/hairgirl/351cc923f7585f18181acbe69fd0d796.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-724624003376671048?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/724624003376671048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=724624003376671048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/724624003376671048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/724624003376671048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-so-easy.html' title='It  was so easy'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2077186411211742385</id><published>2008-08-31T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:11:36.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world according to 6 year olds</title><content type='html'>Today in Sunday school we were singing "Jesus loves Me". One little boy piped up,"I hate that song!"&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! We kept on singing as he plugged his ears with his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "hated" everything that we did today. Every story, every art project, every song. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, during project time, we were all talking about which school everyone attended. By far, they all went to public schools. (We are blessed with a fabulous school system!) "Ear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plugger&lt;/span&gt;" let us all know that he goes to a Christian school so that he is around only "good kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the Christian education hasn't soaked in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of work to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-2077186411211742385?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2077186411211742385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2077186411211742385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2077186411211742385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2077186411211742385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-according-to-6-year-olds_31.html' title='The world according to 6 year olds'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-9047320456665303569</id><published>2008-08-30T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:50:07.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, you didn't??!?</title><content type='html'>Standing in line today, trying to buy a new grill at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt;, I was accosted by a Russian Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;I am not just saying that she screamed at me to "Buy something or get out of the way!" She didn't just use the huge trash can, that she wanted to purchase, to push me out of the way. She started cussing at me, in a foreign language, in front of my children and all the workers.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so mad or shocked in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy came to defend my honor and all he got was an earful of Russian old people, who left with a parting shot of, "You a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;f'ing&lt;/span&gt; redneck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I should have punched her, but I couldn't hit a grandma. Even an evil one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-9047320456665303569?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/9047320456665303569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=9047320456665303569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9047320456665303569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9047320456665303569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-you-didnt.html' title='No, you didn&apos;t??!?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7707853365002730316</id><published>2008-08-29T16:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:14:13.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me so happy'/><title type='text'>The best sweet tea!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time &lt;a href="http://www.sashasays.com/2008/07/need-alcoholic-beverage-for-4th.html"&gt;Sasha told me about some sweet tea&lt;/a&gt; that I thought I should try. After an exhaustive search and no luck, I discovered that it was no longer distributed in GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very sad not being able to consume my favorite beverage in alcohol form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what did my big '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; eyes spot today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIREFLY Sweet Tea Vodka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLhjdVpdP_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/NiiD6h909sw/s1600-h/teabottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLhjdVpdP_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/NiiD6h909sw/s320/teabottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240047522123956210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span align="justify" class="PageText"&gt;Firefly Vodka currently distributes to South Carolina, North Carolina, Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia, Colorado, Nevada, Kentucky, and New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in one of these states, run, don't walk to the closest store and pick up a bottle. Don't forget the lemonade, it makes a perfect mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here, sipping out of my tervis and everything is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7707853365002730316?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7707853365002730316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7707853365002730316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7707853365002730316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7707853365002730316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-sweet-tea.html' title='The best sweet tea!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLhjdVpdP_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/NiiD6h909sw/s72-c/teabottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2573039070122894429</id><published>2008-08-27T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:43:02.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It still took a village'/><title type='text'>Teresa redo</title><content type='html'>Do you remember my issues with &lt;a href="http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-teresa.html"&gt;Teresa&lt;/a&gt; at the local Mexican place? Paint boy and I eat there about every 2 weeks. Teresa has not been our server since the dreaded night earlier this summer. Well tonight all that changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that she wanted to confirm my order again tonight, tapping the menu and all? Steak burrito, I even pointed at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quesadilla&lt;/span&gt;? Yep, wanted confirmation on that too. I guess that's a hard  one and people send them back if she doesn't tap the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my personal space with my Mexican servers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll request Tony next time, he knows how I like my margaritas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-2573039070122894429?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2573039070122894429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2573039070122894429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2573039070122894429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2573039070122894429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/teresa-redo.html' title='Teresa redo'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4250997531162038923</id><published>2008-08-27T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:32:28.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire in the mouth is tabasco'/><title type='text'>Daddy Drama</title><content type='html'>Today was Nana Judy's day to pick up J from school, but since Nana is in Boston visiting my Uncle Minister; Paint boy had to do 2 days in a row. (I work late on Tuesday and Wednesday, which gives me a 3 day weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's Daddy's day, I am often regaled with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WWF&lt;/span&gt; on Play station" stories. Today, they played for so long that their hands were getting tired. Paint boy finally pinned J and all heck broke loose. J does NOT like to lose. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;-screaming- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so mad at you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( he growls when angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pb&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, buddy. We can play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-&lt;/span&gt;Screaming- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really want to call you a bad name, but I  am going to get in BIG trouble if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pb-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A BAD name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-&lt;/span&gt;still screaming&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Yeah, a "fire in the mouth" kind of name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pb- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That bad? Wow, I guess you are on restriction for a week for talk like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT??!!?? I didn't even say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pb-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you thought it, so one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J- &lt;/span&gt;crying and walking to his room-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I should have said it then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4250997531162038923?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4250997531162038923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4250997531162038923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4250997531162038923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4250997531162038923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/daddy-drama.html' title='Daddy Drama'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3975303275018887442</id><published>2008-08-26T08:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:51:00.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away...</title><content type='html'>It is raining and has been for 2 days. It was overcast and yucky for several days before that. I live in the South, we are in a drought and do not have weather like this. Thank you Fay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that my mood needed a little brightening up. Kelly green will go a long way in making me smile. This is me today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5wkrA6XI/AAAAAAAAATI/9avnlcddObo/s1600-h/green+shrug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5wkrA6XI/AAAAAAAAATI/9avnlcddObo/s320/green+shrug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238805404435147122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly green shrug and white tee from Ann Taylor Loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5sRJL31I/AAAAAAAAATA/wzMgjdVMsMs/s1600-h/navy+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5sRJL31I/AAAAAAAAATA/wzMgjdVMsMs/s320/navy+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238805330473508690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy ruffle skirt from Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5ouyePRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nVdd_Am_h5o/s1600-h/green+flats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5ouyePRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nVdd_Am_h5o/s320/green+flats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238805269711830290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green patent leather-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; flats from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Payless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am going to be happy despite the weather!How can you be sad in green patent-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; flats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have a great day and stay dry.&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/3140533242056370031-3975303275018887442?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3975303275018887442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3975303275018887442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3975303275018887442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3975303275018887442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLP5wkrA6XI/AAAAAAAAATI/9avnlcddObo/s72-c/green+shrug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-9119048146751924418</id><published>2008-08-25T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:53:35.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning house'/><title type='text'>How big was our house?</title><content type='html'>Or how messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do a BIG purge on the boys bedrooms. J has out grown a LOT of his toys and C need to pass down some things to J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to give them the option of what goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J really got into the clean out. He kept saying that he was making room for Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 large trash bags and a 3 foot stack of games and puzzles; we were finished with the toys. The boy decided he was too old for playdoh, only needed 17,000 Match box cars and was over dinosaurs.  I think I shed a few tears carrying the bags from his room, he is my baby. But a happy dance soon followed, because everything is SO clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just getting to the clothes. Thank goodness for my nephews. We sent 4 large bags of hand-me-downs to them yesterday. Is it wrong that I don't send the really nice items to  my nephew between C and J? I always feel like I don't get the good stuff back or its totally worn out. He is so rough on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys think we "need to have a yard sale and make some cash". I think NOT. A nice drive by at Good Will is in Paint boy's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ETA- I got inspired and cleaned out my closet again! 2 more trash bags of clothes to donate. All of it Fall and Winter. I figured if I don't want to wear it 5 months after the last opportunity, I am not going to want to wear it. More chances to buy new clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-9119048146751924418?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/9119048146751924418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=9119048146751924418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9119048146751924418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9119048146751924418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-big-was-our-house.html' title='How big was our house?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3255254306318753295</id><published>2008-08-25T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:35:05.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world according to 6 year olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLNdAALlu7I/AAAAAAAAASw/aAEFVWe9euw/s1600-h/rainbow+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLNdAALlu7I/AAAAAAAAASw/aAEFVWe9euw/s320/rainbow+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238633046192012210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in Sunday school we read the Rainbow Fish. This story talks about sharing our gifts with others. We gave all the kids shimmery scales to wear home, so they could tell their parents about the message.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think these stickers ended up? Large 2"x2" silver scales on their foreheads. It looked great with all the smocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During church the choir sang a beautiful hymn that they have done a few times. It is always warmly received. About half the choir held their sheet music in folders, the rest must have had it memorized. J leaned over and said, "So are the people with notebooks new? Or did they not do their homework?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he was paying attention&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3255254306318753295?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3255254306318753295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3255254306318753295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3255254306318753295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3255254306318753295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-according-to-6-year-olds_25.html' title='The world according to 6 year olds'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SLNdAALlu7I/AAAAAAAAASw/aAEFVWe9euw/s72-c/rainbow+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5955168390370790366</id><published>2008-08-22T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:13:29.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never a dull moment'/><title type='text'>Its time for a new grill</title><content type='html'>Over our grilled salmon tonight, Paint boy and I were discussing out plans for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Mine involved the typical errands; returning a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; purchases, Barnes and Noble, dry cleaners and Target. Paint boy is at the Gallery on Saturdays and then wants to stay and paint, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thinks that we need a new grill. After cooking on our grill most nights (rain or shine) for the past three years, he wants to upgrade. I think we should wait until after Labor day, when they go on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finished with dinner and the boys were cleaning off the table when C screams, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIRE!!&lt;/span&gt; Paint boy is  laughing as he heads out the back door,  he left the grill on to burn off the salmon yuck. He thinks they are over reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where once stood a stainless steel grill with marinade dripped down the side, is now a flaming ball of grease. With a propane tank attached to it and a spare tank for good measure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You never want to run out of gas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy finally got the fire out, the paint is bubbled and cracked. The rest is warped and blackened. The thermometer is melted at 1000 degrees. Not his finest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord, that my house didn't burn down and that the propane tanks didn't blow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that he could say was, "I guess I'll go buy that grill tomorrow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5955168390370790366?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5955168390370790366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5955168390370790366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5955168390370790366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5955168390370790366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time-for-new-grill.html' title='Its time for a new grill'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8911370660000386430</id><published>2008-08-18T16:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:31:00.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said it tasted like dirt'/><title type='text'>Really??!?</title><content type='html'>While working at the school today, (its wrapping paper time!) I stopped and had lunch with J. He has a phenomenal teacher and a great class. There are 10 boys in his class and 7 girls. The girls are very quiet and the boys are super charming. They are hilarious and I was having a good time getting to know them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the other end of the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EEEWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!!! That's GROSS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He just licked his SHOE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And not the top, he licked the bottom of his shoe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you might ask, would a child lick the bottom of his shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just to see how it tasted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8911370660000386430?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8911370660000386430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8911370660000386430' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8911370660000386430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8911370660000386430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/really.html' title='Really??!?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7113631786842281294</id><published>2008-08-18T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:05:14.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this will be a weekly event'/><title type='text'>The world according to 6 year olds</title><content type='html'>I am now teaching 1st grade Sunday school. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teacher is the Children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minister's&lt;/span&gt; wife. She used to teach school before she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt;d to stay home and have babies. She teaches the lesson and I am crafts. We are a power team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks lesson was on Worry- we should trust God to Handle things.&lt;br /&gt;When we worry, we are telling God that we don't trust him to handle things. I love this advice and am trying to live by this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our lesson we talked about things the kids worry about-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiders &lt;/span&gt;(J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my house burning down &lt;/span&gt;(yikes) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the alarm going off, 'cause it's loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favorite- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not worried about any of that stuff; I just worry that I am not getting dessert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7113631786842281294?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7113631786842281294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7113631786842281294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7113631786842281294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7113631786842281294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-according-to-6-year-olds.html' title='The world according to 6 year olds'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6379811264607313150</id><published>2008-08-14T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:37:33.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day, 3rd day</title><content type='html'>So far, J LOVES 1 st grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night he comes home and reports on the days activities- how many times they got to go outside, what was for lunch and who got in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;J-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ms.R asked me to go to the back of the line today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"She did,why?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, I was talking in the hall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"J, its the second day of school and you already got in trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, she wasn't mad. She just asked me to go to the back of the line. She's really nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Were you upset?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Nope, I hadn't talked to that girl yet. So I just whispered to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had another issue with talking to a new friend. I hope by today he has met everyone in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know where they get this from. Nana Judy says its the "Sins of the the mother, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;revisited&lt;/span&gt; on the sons"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6379811264607313150?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6379811264607313150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6379811264607313150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6379811264607313150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6379811264607313150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-day-3rd-day.html' title='2nd day, 3rd day'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8025377778180969061</id><published>2008-08-12T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:58:49.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?!??</title><content type='html'>I know you all are asking yourselves,"Where did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hair girl&lt;/span&gt; go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do a 2 week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recap&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had to fire one of my nail techs&lt;br /&gt;*I am the Fundraising chair for the PTA&lt;br /&gt;*I have volunteered to teach 1st grade Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;*We are finishing up the remodel on the salon&lt;br /&gt;*School started yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the remodel on the salon, we are changing out all the yucky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt; lighting. Here come the can lights and track lights! I needed to take down a white ceiling fan that was in the pedicure area.&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy called me on Wednesday night and I wrote a Post-it to remind myself to talk to the Nail Tech in the am. I wrote "Fan going bye-bye".&lt;br /&gt;Nail Tech got to work early on Thursday and went Spider Monkey crazy!&lt;br /&gt; She was stomping around the salon screaming at everyone. I walked in the door and she went off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF THE FAN GOES, I GO," she screeched.&lt;br /&gt;"All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;righty&lt;/span&gt; then," was all I could think to say, as I was surrounded by clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You did read that correctly, there were clients in the salon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept on, "YOU GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER. IS IT ME OR THE FAN?!??"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll talk about this later."&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT A YES OR A NO! ARE YOU TAKING DOWN THE FAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "no" just to shut her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My client that was being shampooed came to my chair, totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She and her mother are clients of the Nail Tech and myself.&lt;/em&gt;  Her only comments, "Wow, nothing like an ultimatum to start off your day. I guess I need to find someone else to do my toes."&lt;em&gt; Oh, Sh!t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad that it was hard to finish out my day. After work I blew off all my errands and went to lunch and shopping. &lt;em&gt;Retail Therapy always helps!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I tried calling the Nail Tech all day on Friday to "discuss" the situation. No return calls. I had to send her an email to move her stuff out. &lt;em&gt;I know super lame to fire someone by email, but she wouldn't return my call and I wanted her crap out before Tuesday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know she took everything when she cleared out but the &lt;a href="mailto:d@mn"&gt;d@mn&lt;/a&gt; fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8025377778180969061?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8025377778180969061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8025377778180969061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8025377778180969061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8025377778180969061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?!??'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4478798911852991649</id><published>2008-08-12T09:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:35:36.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>Happy 100 to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100 to me&lt;br /&gt;I have made it to 100&lt;br /&gt;and am busy as a bee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4478798911852991649?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4478798911852991649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4478798911852991649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4478798911852991649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4478798911852991649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/08/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6817775311623921934</id><published>2008-07-31T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:14:06.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am so going back for more'/><title type='text'>This is July still, right?</title><content type='html'>I went to lunch today with the Lawyer's wife and Clemson girl. Between the yummy food and the bug stories it was a great afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to tag along for a "quick" run to Garden Ridge. You will never believe what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SJJonXGs3ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/O8MH-saT1uM/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SJJonXGs3ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/O8MH-saT1uM/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229357142756875666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Premo Halloween Decorations!&lt;/span&gt; In July!&lt;br /&gt;Every year we have a BIG Halloween party. Very scary decorations, not cutesy at all. It started as Paint boy's idea, but I have to do all the decorating and the purchasing. Every year we add to the collection. Last year, we decide to rent a climate controlled storage unit to hold all this cr@p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I purchased, the coolest black tree (about 36") with a bunch of spiders and miniature crows, a huge feather raven and the scariest monkey bat thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawyer's wife couldn't even look at it. It is very freaky, Paint boy loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe that I was shopping for Halloween items in July, but if you wait they will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Contrast of Friends&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer's wife's buggy- frames, wine glasses, buckets, cocktail napkins&lt;br /&gt;My buggy- scary Halloween decorations, creepy candles&lt;br /&gt;Clemson girl- along for the ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6817775311623921934?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6817775311623921934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6817775311623921934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6817775311623921934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6817775311623921934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-july-still-right.html' title='This is July still, right?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SJJonXGs3ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/O8MH-saT1uM/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7478669913559445305</id><published>2008-07-28T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:51:01.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t like to clean that much'/><title type='text'>I remind you of WHO??!?</title><content type='html'>Paint boy told me tonight that I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*am always stressed out&lt;br /&gt;*have too much attitude&lt;br /&gt;*am way over dramatic&lt;br /&gt;*that I yell too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that I am just like Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gosslin&lt;/span&gt;, without the him being a short Asian dude and only 2 kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7478669913559445305?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7478669913559445305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7478669913559445305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7478669913559445305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7478669913559445305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-remind-you-of-who.html' title='I remind you of WHO??!?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-9159491574153315596</id><published>2008-07-25T11:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:59:38.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away...</title><content type='html'>Dolly very generously gave us a day of rain.  We went  to the beach so Paint boy could take some cool shots, these are my shots not his. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInwdYoatoI/AAAAAAAAASY/nAmbP_3Su3w/s1600-h/DSCN1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInwdYoatoI/AAAAAAAAASY/nAmbP_3Su3w/s320/DSCN1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226973230159017602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is beautiful here. Longboat key is full of homes and condos for "snow birds". Most places only rent by the season (3 months). The condo next door literally has 2 cars in the lot.(there are only 2 units lit at night, we looked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInv4izP5jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8vonMpi0vs4/s1600-h/DSCN1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInv4izP5jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8vonMpi0vs4/s320/DSCN1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226972597233641010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys watching the stormy waves. After a big crack of lightning ,it was time to head in. Quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that it was going to be a Movie Day. After much discussion we settled on "Journey to the Center of the Earth" in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInvdxDIs3I/AAAAAAAAASI/SFd9XQ9JadQ/s1600-h/DSCN1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInvdxDIs3I/AAAAAAAAASI/SFd9XQ9JadQ/s320/DSCN1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226972137201906546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great movie. The kids loved it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paint boy&lt;/span&gt; thought it could have been longer. I love Brendon Frasier. He is good eye candy for a kid flick. I would definitely recommend seeing it in 3D, worth the extra bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we invited Drug boy, beach bunny and their minis to our place. We ate pizza on the beach and swam through the sunset. We were having a great time jumping waves and exploring the sea life. Last night we found crabs, sand dollars, spiny sea urchins and a million fish. The kids had a blast. We all did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInvIPhctjI/AAAAAAAAASA/z0dtwPjDwHE/s1600-h/DSCN1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInvIPhctjI/AAAAAAAAASA/z0dtwPjDwHE/s320/DSCN1324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226971767424988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach bunny and I were out in the ocean by ourselves and noticed lots of movement. Then BIG fish started jumping all around us, not good.Time to head in and a huge wave made it easier for us. It carried me halfway back to the beach. Too bad I was under the water losing my suit. I had to decide whether to worry about the top or the bottoms. I went with the bottoms, hoping the top would stop at my armpits.  Bottom around my knees, top in the pits and me praying not to drown half naked. We were only in water up to our waists. I am a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-9159491574153315596?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/9159491574153315596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=9159491574153315596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9159491574153315596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9159491574153315596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SInwdYoatoI/AAAAAAAAASY/nAmbP_3Su3w/s72-c/DSCN1289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-9157070935310183757</id><published>2008-07-24T11:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:54:23.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's tired?</title><content type='html'>Most of you that have met J IRL, think he is very sweet and a little shy. Let me introduce you to the child that  lives in my house.  He decided this morning that he didn't want breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal, you just don't get anything else until lunch...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIikG8BEmFI/AAAAAAAAARo/BmRyL1ncbDw/s1600-h/DSCN1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIikG8BEmFI/AAAAAAAAARo/BmRyL1ncbDw/s320/DSCN1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226607806660253778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stomping feet and screaming started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIijtsLHipI/AAAAAAAAARg/veyhi4ipI3g/s1600-h/DSCN1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIijtsLHipI/AAAAAAAAARg/veyhi4ipI3g/s320/DSCN1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226607372910693010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;followed by throwing himself on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIiiq4J2d5I/AAAAAAAAARY/AfpxEHT4zmw/s1600-h/DSCN1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIiiq4J2d5I/AAAAAAAAARY/AfpxEHT4zmw/s320/DSCN1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226606225075369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;begging, crying, wailing and flailing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIiiSbATqyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JenzYKQokp0/s1600-h/DSCN1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIiiSbATqyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JenzYKQokp0/s320/DSCN1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226605804933851938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now just tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this was all over scrambled eggs, which happen to be his favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is eating them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-9157070935310183757?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/9157070935310183757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=9157070935310183757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9157070935310183757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/9157070935310183757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-tired.html' title='Who&apos;s tired?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIikG8BEmFI/AAAAAAAAARo/BmRyL1ncbDw/s72-c/DSCN1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-3147557139508298862</id><published>2008-07-23T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:10:02.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dolly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIdVoAmbglI/AAAAAAAAARI/aGgBdQNbvWA/s1600-h/Dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIdVoAmbglI/AAAAAAAAARI/aGgBdQNbvWA/s320/Dolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226240038431064658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dolly may be heading to Texas (praying for all of you there), but she is churning up the Gulf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J has only been swimming since our last beach trip. Thank heavens Mary Poppins taught the poor baby to put his face in the water! He is doing a great job in the pool, but the ocean is a different story. We actually had tears our first day here, trying to get him out in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,  the waves were amazing! We went in up to J's knees and jumped waves for hours. They were breaking over his head, they were so large.  I would help him jump and  he would come out sputtering and laughing. C was way too busy body surfing to pay much attention to anyone. He is my fish. I can only hope that J will enjoy the water as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me know that we should bring our friends to "this Florida next year, because their Florida was yucky with the jellyfish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also made me promise to never take him back to that Florida again! I will hold him to it, when as a teenager he wants to head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt; with his friends. A promise is a promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-3147557139508298862?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/3147557139508298862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=3147557139508298862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3147557139508298862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/3147557139508298862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-dolly.html' title='Hello Dolly!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SIdVoAmbglI/AAAAAAAAARI/aGgBdQNbvWA/s72-c/Dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-433977407143873069</id><published>2008-07-22T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:38:02.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>From the 5 Bickies, Sippy Cups, et al</title><content type='html'>1. What is in the back seat of your car right now? movies and headphones, from the trip down to FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you threw up? stomach bug a couple months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite curse word? F-bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 3 people who made you smile today? J, C, Paint boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What were you doing at 8 am this morning? sleeping, I am on Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? making cinnamon rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now? Sitting on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever been to a strip club? Yep, some of the best hairdresser used to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strippers&lt;/span&gt;. JUST NOT ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the last thing you said aloud? Quit fighting or you will turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt; OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the best ice cream flavor? homemade peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last thing you had to drink? 3rd cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last thing you ate? cinnamon rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Yup. J. Crew navy dress for $29.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you ran? Haven't been chased in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the last sporting event you watched? baseball, always baseball in the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is the last person you emailed? Nana Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ever go camping? yes, as a girl scout. I used to love it. Not so much anymore, Paint boy and I aren't the "roughing it type".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have a tan? Totally. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; trip to the beach. I  wear SPF 50 but my grandmother was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rican&lt;/span&gt; so I can get a savage tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you drink your soda from a straw? nope straight from an ice cold can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did your last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; say? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; (?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paintboy&lt;/span&gt; yesterday to bring me a cocktail at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; best friend? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you doing tomorrow? more beach time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where is your mom right now? sleeping, missing us and keeping Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Look to your left, what do you see? Lame condo furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What color is your watch? stainless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you think of when you think of Australia ? the Opera house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you consider plastic surgery? Hell yes. Saving my money now. When you have to be in a mirror all day, every day you become obsessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your birthstone? Blue topaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;? Drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.How many kids do you want? 2, I always wanted 3 until I had J. He is like 2 kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have a dog? a miniature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dachshund&lt;/span&gt;/ chihuahua mix (Lucy) and a basset (Buddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last person you talked to on the phone? ACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you met anyone famous? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Any plans today? Pool, lunch, beach, cocktails, dinner  I love being on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many states have you lived in? 3 North Carolina, Florida and Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever go to college? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Where are you right now? Condo on Longboat Key, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Biggest annoyance in your life right now? fighting children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last song listened to? Morning Glory by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Are you allergic to anything?  seasonal allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; green ballet flats, make any day better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you jealous of anyone? any "stay at home mom". I would love to be there for the boys all the time. I do have a great job and LOVE what I do, but it would be nice to give it a try. I just can't give up shopping and going on great vacations multiple times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Is anyone jealous of you? Not likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What time is it? 10:29 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do any of your friends have children? all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you eat healthy? organic and junk, they  balance each other out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What do you usually do during the day?on working days- I am a hairdresser/psychiatrist On days off- I am a busy mom/ volunteer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you hate anyone right now? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you use the word 'hello' daily? yes. mostly I say "Hey there, Ms. so and so, Come on back and let's make you beautiful." (I am a southern hairdresser I refer to everyone as Miss-something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Have you ever been to Six Flags? Yes. I love roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. How did you get one of your scars? Tripped hiking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sedona&lt;/span&gt; in April. Its still not completely healed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-433977407143873069?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/433977407143873069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=433977407143873069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/433977407143873069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/433977407143873069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-5-bickies-sippy-cups-et-al.html' title='From the 5 Bickies, Sippy Cups, et al'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6454687635938162024</id><published>2008-07-21T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:22:17.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more to come'/><title type='text'>At the beach again</title><content type='html'>I returned 3 weeks ago from my beach trip with June Cleaver and The Lawyer's Wife. It was husband free and over run with minis. I enjoyed coffee on the porch, lunch on the beach and custom cocktails. There were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happies&lt;/span&gt;" for everyone and color coordinated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paperware&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now at the beach with my husband and kids. All I can say is that there isn't any seaweed and jellyfish. I miss my girlfriends for the constant laughs they provided 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do happen to have 2 friends that are/were vacationing here at Longboat Key. Beach bunny and Drug boy are here with there 2 boys and ACE and Spray boy were here for the weekend. We went to dinner Saturday night at a fabulous restaurant. Think snapper with a balsamic/honey reduction, YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "boys" (all 7 of them, 3 dads and 4 kids) went deep sea fishing yesterday. About 45 minutes into the 6 hour journey, J decided he was finished and was ready to go. Not happening when you haven't even caught the first fish.  We got to eat the spoils of there adventure.  For $500, you would think there would have been leftovers. Not so much. One meal for 10 with lots of sides, prepared by the 3 moms. Not a scrap of fish left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6454687635938162024?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6454687635938162024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6454687635938162024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6454687635938162024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6454687635938162024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-beach-again.html' title='At the beach again'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4454257751638333517</id><published>2008-07-14T17:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:23:27.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything for quiet'/><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHvAXT9ZzyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7fnVqtojEKQ/s1600-h/powerballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHvAXT9ZzyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7fnVqtojEKQ/s320/powerballs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222979699593563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I purchased a bunch of these&lt;a href="http://www.shopatron.com/product/part_number=67511/360.0"&gt; kits&lt;/a&gt; at the beginning of the summer from &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/catalog.jsp?CATID=cat3154&amp;amp;_DARGS=/joann/sections/cat/CatListingMain.jsp.1"&gt;Joann's.&lt;/a&gt; They are quick art kits and they have all kinds of fun things to do;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; foam airplane, magnets, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;"shrinky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dinks"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we made glow in the dark &lt;a href="http://www.shopatron.com/product/part_number=67511/360.0"&gt;bouncy balls.&lt;/a&gt; Super easy and quick. Perfect summertime activity, the boys are now outside seeing how high they can bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have paid a quarter and bought 10 for what I paid for the kit, but what's the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they still be outside playing with them an hour later???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4454257751638333517?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4454257751638333517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4454257751638333517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4454257751638333517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4454257751638333517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHvAXT9ZzyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7fnVqtojEKQ/s72-c/powerballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8021011271715123474</id><published>2008-07-14T14:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:51:14.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringe Give away'/><title type='text'>Nana Judy is appalled</title><content type='html'>What can you possibly do with a pile like this? Get inspired by &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nester!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuaQUy0kZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8pUyffQEBSI/s1600-h/DSCN1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuaQUy0kZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8pUyffQEBSI/s320/DSCN1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222937798116675986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; brown Silk panels in my bedroom. I hated them, BORING! I decided to make them fabulous a la &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Nester&lt;/a&gt;. The woman can do anything with nothing. She truly has a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid out the panel and cut a 20" length of the striped silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuaC91iX6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Zy4DnFrt-vQ/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuaC91iX6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Zy4DnFrt-vQ/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222937568615751586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then Hot glued it to the top seam of the panel. Yes, I said Hot glue. (It has to be high temp glue, low temp will melt in the sun. )Yep, I am hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gluing&lt;/span&gt; silk together. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZzw-WrjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rnU_AvpMYsE/s1600-h/DSCN1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZzw-WrjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rnU_AvpMYsE/s320/DSCN1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222937307465035314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make sure that you glue the extra around on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a length of ridiculously expensive fringe and hot glued that on. It matched a throw pillow on the bed and is so fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZk0v605I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hZlOvZZyn7I/s1600-h/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZk0v605I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hZlOvZZyn7I/s320/DSCN1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222937050780193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cut and glue it to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZXnrhICI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cYRZVoGoY-o/s1600-h/DSCN1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZXnrhICI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cYRZVoGoY-o/s320/DSCN1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936823933771810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how fabulous they are??!? I love fringe, can you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; on everything that doesn't move? I will have a pillow made, if I find a fringe I like, just to own it. Right now we are up to 13 total pillows on the bed. I have a bead fringe on the lamp shades and now the drapes. Paint boy better not sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZJhqcM3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/2Z68Zvf0500/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuZJhqcM3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/2Z68Zvf0500/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936581800473458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana Judy wants me to let y'all know- I do know how to sew. She taught me at a very young age and  I could have sewed this entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;project&lt;/span&gt; (like &lt;a href="http://sippycupsareforchardonnay.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sippy&lt;/span&gt; Cups&lt;/a&gt;); however, it would be 3 weeks from never  before I finished.&lt;br /&gt; Nana Judy even offered to sew them for me so that she would not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; by my hot glue gun. I wanted it done NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you need any brown, blue and gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tassel&lt;/span&gt; fringe, I have a yard and a half left. I will send it to you. If there's a bunch of y'all that want it, I will have J and C pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8021011271715123474?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8021011271715123474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8021011271715123474' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8021011271715123474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8021011271715123474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/nana-judy-is-appalled.html' title='Nana Judy is appalled'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHuaQUy0kZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8pUyffQEBSI/s72-c/DSCN1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8338234782039906234</id><published>2008-07-11T00:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:52:00.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with meds'/><title type='text'>A Riddle...</title><content type='html'>what is tired, cranky, likes dark rooms, peace and quiet and slept from 5:30 pm to 11:00pm; but can now not sleep ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer- me, with my once a month multi day migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8338234782039906234?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8338234782039906234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8338234782039906234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8338234782039906234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8338234782039906234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/riddle.html' title='A Riddle...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5458233278264181284</id><published>2008-07-05T22:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:31:00.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggi has the BEST job'/><title type='text'>I love a parade!</title><content type='html'>I was very honored to be asked to judge the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July parade. Paint boy and the boys were just as excited. We met up with &lt;a href="http://greenmagsterpie.blogspot.com"&gt;Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Magsterpie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at her staging grounds and got a preview of the floats. Being an election year, there where 17,000 politicians, 1700 beauty queens, and about 25 floats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the floats were quite spectacular, for example, an eighteen wheeler pulling a float with 100 members of the American Legion and followed by 50 motorcycles. It was BOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others were more patriotic, the Georgia Vietnam veterans float was beyond moving. They recreated, in still life, 2 war memorials. They held their poses for the entire parade route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite group. Baton twirling grandmas! The dresses are actually blue sequin, and yes, those are tassels on the majorette boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHA0LGDzF4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Rr84_vTsksg/s1600-h/2008-07-04_88.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHA0LGDzF4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Rr84_vTsksg/s320/2008-07-04_88.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219729333332154242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt;. Usually, when you ask her to "smile", she looks like she is in pain. She has all the boys in my family wrapped around her finger! You can see why I have a marriage contract ready to be signed. I'll let her pick which boy, right now she is leaning toward C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHA0DoM_slI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WgW_Fg3F_Hs/s1600-h/2008-07-04_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHA0DoM_slI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WgW_Fg3F_Hs/s320/2008-07-04_27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219729205058581074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a great shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clemsongirl's&lt;/span&gt; minis. They were so cute. They thanked all the police officers "for keeping us safe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAz52EEakI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OHLHWaX3hfs/s1600-h/2008-07-04_46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAz52EEakI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OHLHWaX3hfs/s320/2008-07-04_46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219729036980546114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt; and J waving their flags. J loves his orange sunglasses and didn't take them off all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAz0FIltmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-lHdeHyUDsQ/s1600-h/2008-07-04_56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAz0FIltmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-lHdeHyUDsQ/s320/2008-07-04_56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728937946822242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mr. at his sweetest! Don't you just want to give him a squeeze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAzs5KiVbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AR4JgnAdmCY/s1600-h/2008-07-04_57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAzs5KiVbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AR4JgnAdmCY/s320/2008-07-04_57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728814474679730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy made a special appearance for the parade. She wore all her red, white and blue! That is a Munchkin that one of the kids generously shared. I love how she is licking her lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAznWHRwZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DJn3eWdn97s/s1600-h/2008-07-04_60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAznWHRwZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DJn3eWdn97s/s320/2008-07-04_60.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728719166423442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lawyer's Wife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://clemsongirlandthecoach.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clemsongirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and me at the parade. I love these 2 girls! There are always a million laughs when we get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAzahNmHfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZzkgZzBodNw/s1600-h/2008-07-04_97.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHAzahNmHfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZzkgZzBodNw/s320/2008-07-04_97.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728498807414258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C was at the parade also, but was a LITTLE tired from camp. He made it, but was not the brightest sparkler of the day. Paint boy took him home after lunch. J and I hit the games and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jumpies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Magsterpie&lt;/span&gt; gave the boys wrist bands for unlimited access to all the fun activities on The Square. J took FULL advantage. He did a blow up shark slide 33 times! At $2 a pop! That is not counting all the spin art, games, other slides, obstacle courses and bungee jumping that the child did. Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Magsterpie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both looking forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW- I got to meet (and hug) yummy Coach last night. He even ate my leftover pizza. I look forward to seeing him in 2009 , too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5458233278264181284?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5458233278264181284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5458233278264181284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5458233278264181284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5458233278264181284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-parade.html' title='I love a parade!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SHA0LGDzF4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Rr84_vTsksg/s72-c/2008-07-04_88.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-6673992837298495126</id><published>2008-07-03T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:58:12.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are you kidding me?'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to figure out how to relate my client stories to you all. I am not revealing anything that was told in confidence, just the good juicy bits and the "are you kidding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;me's&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a 92 year old man that practiced his chip shot in front of his assisted living home. The only issue was that he was chipping across two lanes of traffic, into the grassy median. He would then walk through traffic onto the median and chip them back. A very busy, 4 lane road called Johnson Ferry. &lt;br /&gt;He's lucky he's not dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-6673992837298495126?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/6673992837298495126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=6673992837298495126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6673992837298495126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/6673992837298495126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5323256458612077935</id><published>2008-07-03T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:43:40.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am so full'/><title type='text'>Welcome home dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SG2LEo0Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/q7NQTYBGPV4/s1600-h/Snow+Crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SG2LEo0Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/q7NQTYBGPV4/s320/Snow+Crab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980454984818626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C has been away at Church camp all week. He was so tired when he got home today, but he wanted his "Welcome Home" dinner. (Its a family tradition that the night before you leave for camp and the night you return, you get to choose the evening meal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; and finding that there was zero trout for his favorite pecan crusted trout; he decided on snow crab legs. I did a little happy dance when I discovered that it was only $4.99 a pound! Run, run, run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; and stock up your freezer for winter crab soups and dips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner tonight we had a Summer bonanza-&lt;br /&gt;Snow Crab legs&lt;br /&gt;Baked potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Tomato pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomato Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep dish pie crust&lt;br /&gt;4 cups shredded mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;8-10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Compari&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes (or 4-5 Roma) sliced and tossed with cracked black pepper&lt;br /&gt;fresh basil finely cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Layer 1 1/4 cups cheese in bottom of crust&lt;br /&gt;-lay 1/2 the tomatoes on the cheese&lt;br /&gt;-Sprinkle with  basil&lt;br /&gt;-Repeat layer&lt;br /&gt;-finish with cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes ( great as a side but stands alone as a light meal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SG2K5r06erI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wft5Z8rsRTA/s1600-h/peach+cobbler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SG2K5r06erI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wft5Z8rsRTA/s320/peach+cobbler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980266814110386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to top all of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt; off, we had Homemade Peach cobbler.&lt;br /&gt;As you all can see, Food is my Love Language!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5323256458612077935?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5323256458612077935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5323256458612077935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5323256458612077935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5323256458612077935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-home-dinner.html' title='Welcome home dinner'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SG2LEo0Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/q7NQTYBGPV4/s72-c/Snow+Crab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7511419295206111605</id><published>2008-07-02T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:49:42.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more paint boy-isms to come'/><title type='text'>Where have you been?</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that I have abandoned all of you for almost a week. I was better at posting while on the Beach Trip. &lt;em&gt;( It is capitalized because it has its own identity! 7 kids with 7 personalities= some kind of interesting!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days before leaving on the Beach Trip, Paint boy decided that the salon needed a little sprucing up. While I was gone. (I don't do change so he thought this would be the most painless way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my MOST memorable 22 hour car ride, (it wasn't really but when you are expecting 6 and you get 10, it feels like 22.) I arrived to construction. He wasn't as far along as he expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I  helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lay&lt;/span&gt; a hardwood floor and worked on drywall. We have remodeled our whole house so I know my way around some power tools. I also had to pack for C to go to Church camp Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I dropped him off for camp and headed to Home Depot for more molding. A little &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;miscalculation&lt;/span&gt; on Paint boy's part, brought about a second trip. Thank goodness Nana Judy came and painted trim all day, because I was sanding drywall and painting and cleaning and praying that we would be finished enough for clients on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are wondering about a contractor and he was there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paint boy&lt;/span&gt; and I work on things we can do and give the really yucky jobs to someone who does this for a living. And Paint boy is cheap. REALLY cheap when it comes to construction. He can do most everything, so why should he pay? To get it done in a timely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manner&lt;/span&gt; is the answer but that is another Paint boy-ism. God love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7511419295206111605?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7511419295206111605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7511419295206111605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7511419295206111605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7511419295206111605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where have you been?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8275066041481041244</id><published>2008-06-26T23:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:47:26.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ice cream man was a girl'/><title type='text'>Here he comes!!!</title><content type='html'>You know the song and you know what it means. Children hear it miles away and come running- The Ice Cream Man!!! Get your cash because its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, waiting, almost here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRo4POWJKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/46rtj1fkpWk/s1600-h/beach+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRo4POWJKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/46rtj1fkpWk/s320/beach+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409583770543266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C  helps the little ones with their selections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRoiXg4RTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/c1cgZztmCzs/s1600-h/beach+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRoiXg4RTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/c1cgZztmCzs/s320/beach+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409208038638898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dora, Bugs Bunny, and Sponge Bob, oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRn_HMWziI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FA8Do8BFIVQ/s1600-h/beach+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRn_HMWziI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FA8Do8BFIVQ/s320/beach+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216408602362170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever seen anything cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRnzOPdtdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rRhFWZCw76w/s1600-h/beach+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRnzOPdtdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rRhFWZCw76w/s320/beach+291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216408398095824338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But what person thought that cotton candy and tutti fruity were good ice cream flavors? And what flavor IS a gray bunny??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.thepinkclutch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lawyer's wife&lt;/a&gt; to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt; and Curls in action with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; ice cream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8275066041481041244?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8275066041481041244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8275066041481041244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8275066041481041244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8275066041481041244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-he-comes.html' title='Here he comes!!!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGRo4POWJKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/46rtj1fkpWk/s72-c/beach+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-5101413581464164190</id><published>2008-06-26T11:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:32:25.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They all were'/><title type='text'>Who's Crabby?</title><content type='html'>We decided to have a Field Trip to St. Joe's Island. (About 1 1/2 hours away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed nets for catching hermit crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stop at Target, in which we found NO nets; we purchased Nick and Nora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jammie&lt;/span&gt; pants, a straw hat, dive shirts, swim shoes and goldfish crackers.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You would think we didn't pack to come to the beach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Dollar store. No nets, but we found buckets and shovels and a really cute straw hat for Curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; was a success! 2 Barbie nets, 3 Cars nets and 2 REAL crab nets later, we were on our way. 1 1/2 hours down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crab hunting was a success! Fun was had by all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOv4NqrgwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ucjwbDHBYAs/s1600-h/DSCN1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOv4NqrgwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ucjwbDHBYAs/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216206173701374722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off the spoils of the expedition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOvsy5lw7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/K6J6SS0wY00/s1600-h/DSCN1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOvsy5lw7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/K6J6SS0wY00/s320/DSCN1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216205977537594290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The race back to the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOvh0ZzayI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uY51pT-HTgo/s1600-h/DSCN1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOvh0ZzayI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uY51pT-HTgo/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216205788962581282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They caught about 100 crabs! It was so very exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 hours to the crabs, meant 1 1/2 hours home. Sandy. Tired. Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; dinner was the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ETA- Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thepinkclutch.blogspot.com"&gt;the Lawyer's Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to see  what WE ate. And it was closer to 100 crabs, there were 27 in one bucket alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-5101413581464164190?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/5101413581464164190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=5101413581464164190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5101413581464164190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/5101413581464164190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/whos-crabby.html' title='Who&apos;s Crabby?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SGOv4NqrgwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ucjwbDHBYAs/s72-c/DSCN1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7371258627971000038</id><published>2008-06-25T09:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:36:21.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimmin&apos; swimmin&apos;'/><title type='text'>You can do it!</title><content type='html'>J has had an issue with the pool for years. We have had lessons by a myriad of people to no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip something clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2577510fc0afc6c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2577510fc0afc6c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069590%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D98594B5D1C87AC2F0E54D5D98681D7649E78AC0.79CCD74EEA665054CC735F37EE4C829E13EBF042%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2577510fc0afc6c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJXDL7j-c6XQn1FMUJMQQX-7v8ZU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2577510fc0afc6c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069590%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D98594B5D1C87AC2F0E54D5D98681D7649E78AC0.79CCD74EEA665054CC735F37EE4C829E13EBF042%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2577510fc0afc6c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJXDL7j-c6XQn1FMUJMQQX-7v8ZU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so proud of himself! I am too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of one hour, the child went from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; paddling to full on, face in the water, taking breaths swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate we went to the Green at Seaside and had snow cones.&lt;br /&gt;I had a snow cone that tasted like Peaches-N-Cream. Peach ice topped with sweetened condensed milk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; yummy. It tasted like homemade peach ice cream. C invented a new treat of vanilla ice topped with the sweetened condensed milk and chocolate sauce. It tasted like an ice cream sundae! J had rainbow ice, but decided that mine tasted better, so Mommy gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; up for the BIG, swimming boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we sat and listened to the concert, J decided that his new name is J Swim-o, C is C-o and I am Mom-o. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Little Mr. told Lawyer's wife that she is Big mom-o! She decided that was NOT funny and he needed to try again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7371258627971000038?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2577510fc0afc6c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7371258627971000038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7371258627971000038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7371258627971000038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7371258627971000038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-can-do-it.html' title='You can do it!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4559887800421895726</id><published>2008-06-22T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:43:07.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JELLYFISH!</title><content type='html'>So everyone talks about the BEAUTIFUL beaches on the Northern Gulf Coast. Not So Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were welcomed to the beach with the ocean looking like lime Jello. I am not exagerating. There was more sea weed than in a Sushi Bar. There were also jelly fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From experience, June and Lawyer's wife know that urine will remove the sting and itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C was body surfing and came out crying. He was the first to be stung. No one had to go potty to help the kid out. Finally, Wally (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June's son&lt;/span&gt;) had to go. We grabbed a cup and got a sample. Instant relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness that I drank a pot of coffee this morning. When I went to make lunch, we received a very large donation of "Jellyfish Medicine". I figured that a water bottle labeled with "urine" was a bit redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now the proud owners of  a "Jellyfish Medicine Bottle". Everyone has made a donation, because they have ALL needed a withdrawal.  The jelly fish are stinging right and left. Some people more than others. C is the Grand Champion! He has had about 5 stings. It's because the child is a fish, he never gets out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came in for showers tonight, I checked the boys out. They were fine. All the stings are tiny red pricks. They are not bothered a bit. Too bad they had a salad in their suits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4559887800421895726?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4559887800421895726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4559887800421895726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4559887800421895726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4559887800421895726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/jellyfish.html' title='JELLYFISH!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-459728936448737002</id><published>2008-06-21T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:13:40.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are all invited'/><title type='text'>On the road</title><content type='html'>We are at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an eventful trip. The  7 kids as a whole, were really good for a 6 1/2 hour trip. It helps that we stopped for gas and a potty break and let the kids pick out their own snack.&lt;br /&gt;My two were very much into vacation mode. J selected a honey bun, gummy worms and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;. C selected candy corn and gummy worms with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt; loves my boys. She had to have candy "carrots" like C. He is very sweet to her and she loves to bat her eyes in his direction, which he thinks is too funny. There is a 9 year age difference. ( The same as Lawyer and his wife). These 2 better wait at least 20 years before we need to send the engagement announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were heading over the BIG bridge, we rolled down all windows  to let in the sea air. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Babycakes&lt;/span&gt; had just woken from a nap and was very excited about being close to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden she lets out several blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;curdling&lt;/span&gt; screams.&lt;br /&gt;Then starts screaming, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! Its you fault it blew out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; window. That was my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally confused, the blanket had slipped from her lap and was laying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain, but she was too busy screaming that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it had flown out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; window!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally reached back and placed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; back in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response. Just such relief on that little face. I couldn't have my future daughter-in-law associating me with such a painful childhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dankies out da windows. Beach trip 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-459728936448737002?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/459728936448737002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=459728936448737002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/459728936448737002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/459728936448737002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-road.html' title='On the road'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7316341629586331926</id><published>2008-06-20T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:22:12.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll let you know'/><title type='text'>Paint boy loves me</title><content type='html'>When I got home from work today I had to pack for the beach. I had started a few piles, but had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; way to go. It was going to be a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy greeted me with a cocktail and a smile. He is already missing us. We head upstairs  for me to start the packing and him to just talk and keep me on task. I was almost finished when he came up behind me and started his snuggling thing he does when he wants something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint boy- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you do me a favor before you leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure,&lt;/span&gt; ( eyes rolling, I think I know where this is going and his birthday is NOT for 6 months!) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what can I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you make me chocolate chip cookies before you leave tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- (thinking, I have to pack for 3 people to go to the beach for a week, cook dinner and now make cookies from scratch.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would love to make you a special treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well... I don't want this to sound wrong, but I don't want the organic-y ones you make from scratch. I want the kind that come in the tube, like you used to make a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just remember them being REALLY good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-( thinking, as opposed to the ones that I make&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)What ever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just left for the store to buy rolls of processed cookie dough.That he thinks are going to taste really good. compared to mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7316341629586331926?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7316341629586331926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7316341629586331926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7316341629586331926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7316341629586331926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/paint-boy-loves-me.html' title='Paint boy loves me'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-2501110807587859203</id><published>2008-06-19T16:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:47:44.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Target girl'/><title type='text'>I feel GOOD!</title><content type='html'>June Cleaver and the Lawyer's Wife took me on a field trip last night.&lt;br /&gt;After having a yummy dinner of fish tacos, we went to the Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. I have never been there. ( I live closer to Target and have been in a normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; years ago but have never been to a SUPER one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need to feel good about yourself visit the Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There were way too many people in pajamas and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;*There were way too many kids (we left at midnight!)&lt;br /&gt;*There were A LOT of bad haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;*You could get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedicure&lt;/span&gt;- very frightening to me.&lt;br /&gt;*You can buy $1 shorts for your kids (don't tell Nana Judy, C will never get another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lacoste&lt;/span&gt; shirt)&lt;br /&gt;*You can buy an embroidered steering wheel cover with hearts or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tinkerbelle&lt;/span&gt;- your choice, not mine&lt;br /&gt;*You can spend $68 and get all the snacks and junk your kids want for the week at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You could be walking out at midnight and have a very international person let you know that they think you look "Very professional!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its because I have all my teeth and my babies are in bed, but I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-2501110807587859203?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/2501110807587859203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=2501110807587859203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2501110807587859203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/2501110807587859203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel GOOD!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-4950670118376706356</id><published>2008-06-18T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:34:41.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not that nice'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFmZ4tbZHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/KMssZvnAsSo/s1600-h/cold+stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213367243204271650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFmZ4tbZHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/KMssZvnAsSo/s320/cold+stone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My children's crack dealer came to the salon today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are addicts, I know. We will pay for a very expensive detox program one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a client that owns a Cold Stone and we swap discounts on hair for half gallons of ice cream. Its a Win/Win! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The issue is, if I take all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; home, Paint Boy will eat it while we are at the beach. I think I will just leave it at the salon and threaten a death penalty on any one that touches it while I am gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You can leave a $100 bill on your station and it will be there for weeks, you leave  food in the break room and its GONE.  I am serious about the death penalty thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swore after the accident in the car earlier this week that I would not be purchasing said ice cream again for a very long time. This was "FREE". Totally different thing. Kinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-4950670118376706356?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/4950670118376706356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=4950670118376706356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4950670118376706356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/4950670118376706356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFmZ4tbZHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/KMssZvnAsSo/s72-c/cold+stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-8666548166767145374</id><published>2008-06-17T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:24:30.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am not that nice'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>Great day yesterday, it was all about the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We went shopping for clothes for the beach. (Nana Judy spoiled them a little- 6 outfits a piece. She likes thing to have a specific match.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We went to a Japanese place for lunch. J loves the fire. C loves the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We went to buy the summer reading list. Everyone walked out with a stack of books. Very happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We went to the game store for new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; games. They had money from report cards burning a hole in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We went to Cold stone for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. Better to buy the half gallon and eat it all week, than 2 bowls. Its almost the same price. The boys chose mint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; with brownies mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home, the day was over, the boys are happily eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; and they dropped the OPEN half gallon of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; on the backseat floor. The ENTIRE half melted carton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;splattered&lt;/span&gt; everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they worried about getting in trouble? No&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to go back and get more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. I think NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-8666548166767145374?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/8666548166767145374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=8666548166767145374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8666548166767145374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/8666548166767145374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140533242056370031.post-7297054871921944828</id><published>2008-06-14T23:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:22:33.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paint boy rocks'/><title type='text'>You're the Man!</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day, Paint Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 12 years of being a Dad. A fantastic, super involved, best friend to our boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSU4y0sWFI/AAAAAAAAANo/oGFbMO9IsiQ/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSU4y0sWFI/AAAAAAAAANo/oGFbMO9IsiQ/s320/DSCN0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211954372210874450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to wrestle and play. You have taught them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSUXrsKDjI/AAAAAAAAANg/Cdad-oroq3c/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSUXrsKDjI/AAAAAAAAANg/Cdad-oroq3c/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211953803360341554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to explore new things and travel to great places. You have taught them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSTtHPoUaI/AAAAAAAAANY/3kkaTWutxcs/s1600-h/DSCN0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSTtHPoUaI/AAAAAAAAANY/3kkaTWutxcs/s320/DSCN0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211953072022507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love baseball and a day spent with family. You have taught them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSTFgKazGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dgU75Pc8h7A/s1600-h/DSCN0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSTFgKazGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dgU75Pc8h7A/s320/DSCN0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211952391516769378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know when to be serious and when to  let loose. They know that adults are allowed to have fun too. You taught them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSSsn8ZbaI/AAAAAAAAANI/MuNzWKVkkkY/s1600-h/DSCN0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSSsn8ZbaI/AAAAAAAAANI/MuNzWKVkkkY/s320/DSCN0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211951964108713378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know that you will be their coach and fight for them on every front. You have taught them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSSURoDUfI/AAAAAAAAANA/Pg7IyLPafEY/s1600-h/DSCN0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSSURoDUfI/AAAAAAAAANA/Pg7IyLPafEY/s320/DSCN0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211951545800937970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know you are so proud of them in every accomplishment. You are their biggest fan. You have taught them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSR4bplOFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mFljUGH0PaY/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSR4bplOFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mFljUGH0PaY/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211951067455371346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will know how to be excellent husbands. They will be a true partner, helping on every front. They will love their wives and their children with all their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSRmxvi1LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l132yp5cMuo/s1600-h/DSCN0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSRmxvi1LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l132yp5cMuo/s320/DSCN0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211950764148315314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have taught them that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3140533242056370031-7297054871921944828?l=mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/feeds/7297054871921944828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3140533242056370031&amp;postID=7297054871921944828' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7297054871921944828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3140533242056370031/posts/default/7297054871921944828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifebehindthechair.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-man.html' title='You&apos;re the Man!'/><author><name>Hair Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08862976374101697484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SVltzJqxiII/AAAAAAAAAfI/6YJ_9JOra44/S220/DSCN2126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s448ixwsDc8/SFSU4y0sWFI/AAAAAAAAANo/oGFbMO9IsiQ/s72-c/DSCN0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
