<?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-3320666676609007119</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:14:11.586-06:00</updated><category term='new house'/><title type='text'>Let the Good Times Roll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-3732345450221979932</id><published>2008-04-28T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:59:17.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving again...</title><content type='html'>New Blog Address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirandam.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.mirandam.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-3732345450221979932?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3732345450221979932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=3732345450221979932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/3732345450221979932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/3732345450221979932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-again.html' title='Moving again...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-4053415702263527890</id><published>2008-04-27T09:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:50:20.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"</title><content type='html'>That is what Robin Williams says.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little slice of spring in my yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbl0FsObI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vYnHIRKXOlE/s1600-h/IMG_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbl0FsObI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vYnHIRKXOlE/s400/IMG_4964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947344205003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although 40 degrees isn't really my ideal version of spring weather, I have daffodils. So it's springtime. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbmEFsOcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nhbBAtyYeBU/s1600-h/IMG_5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbmEFsOcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nhbBAtyYeBU/s400/IMG_5024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947348499970498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we partied. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbmUFsOdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qT7-Fe0aWSA/s1600-h/IMG_5023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbmUFsOdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qT7-Fe0aWSA/s400/IMG_5023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947352794937810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my brother and his wife over for dinner and drinks. We had a weird supper. I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;yummy chicken parm soup. (chicken chunked and browned, chicken broth, crushed tomatoes, red pepper flakes, garlic, fresh basil, sliced red onions) that you pour over a yummy piece of charred Italian toast with parmigiana-reggiano cheese on it. It's good. And only a 15 minute recipe thanks to Rachael Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yummy salad with strawberries in it and poppy seed dressing-again. And I got my brother and his wife addicted to it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they had steak. Not yummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby new potatoes in butter, chive, and parsely dressing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of margaritas and whiskey-n-cokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, today....I have a lot of cleaning up to do. I want to go and buy some more mulch and finish mulching the muddy spot I planted my hostas in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my couch came, too. I took a few pics but I had my 85mm on camera and it's not going to fit the whole thing in the photo. But you'll get the jist of it, right? Sometimes it looks grey, sometimes it looks like the sage it is supposed to be. Notice the foot in the background. They're fighting over "the good spot" in the corner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSebEFsOeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UnjEIc4hiM0/s1600-h/IMG_5022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSebEFsOeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UnjEIc4hiM0/s400/IMG_5022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193950458056292834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSeu0FsOfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uAVTvtpdZLs/s1600-h/IMG_5029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSeu0FsOfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uAVTvtpdZLs/s400/IMG_5029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193950797358709234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but  most certainly not least, my Molly...just because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSghkFsOgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xaywYcEKRtg/s1600-h/IMG_4927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSghkFsOgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xaywYcEKRtg/s400/IMG_4927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193952768748698114" 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/3320666676609007119-4053415702263527890?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4053415702263527890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=4053415702263527890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/4053415702263527890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/4053415702263527890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-is-natures-way-of-saying-lets.html' title='Spring is nature&apos;s way of saying, &quot;Let&apos;s party!&quot;'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBSbl0FsObI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vYnHIRKXOlE/s72-c/IMG_4964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-7907836113040929042</id><published>2008-04-25T12:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:02:40.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never a day without laughter around here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHEFsOVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nATPYtCidYs/s1600-h/IMG_4984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHEFsOVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nATPYtCidYs/s400/IMG_4984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193243128482249042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just adorable? All messy and cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbO0FsOaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/65Ui-BfHQNs/s1600-h/IMG_4973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbO0FsOaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/65Ui-BfHQNs/s400/IMG_4973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193243261626235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he has a sneaky side to that cuteness...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHUFsOWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BGu4oEpaeG0/s1600-h/IMG_4982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHUFsOWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BGu4oEpaeG0/s400/IMG_4982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193243132777216354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbH0FsOYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZTgQ04jMXI8/s1600-h/IMG_4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbH0FsOYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZTgQ04jMXI8/s400/IMG_4975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193243141367150978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hides a complete weirdo...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbIEFsOZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UWiLMtizSNE/s1600-h/IMG_4974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbIEFsOZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UWiLMtizSNE/s400/IMG_4974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193243145662118290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a total goofball...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHkFsOXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3xNGy8n-aEA/s1600-h/IMG_4979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHkFsOXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3xNGy8n-aEA/s400/IMG_4979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193243137072183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a contagiously fun kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-7907836113040929042?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7907836113040929042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=7907836113040929042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/7907836113040929042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/7907836113040929042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/isnt-he-just-adorable-all-messy-and.html' title='never a day without laughter around here'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBIbHEFsOVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nATPYtCidYs/s72-c/IMG_4984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-5840218664805433142</id><published>2008-04-24T18:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:43:42.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm....smells like home.</title><content type='html'>And it is starting to feel more like home, too. I made my first batch of calories. No mobile home is a home until you break in the oven. Which, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is brand new and smells like burning plastic when you use it for the first few times. That does not smell like home. Here's some yummy goodness to make you salivate:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEW4kFsOQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9t6Hi8-uqPw/s1600-h/IMG_4942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEW4kFsOQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9t6Hi8-uqPw/s400/IMG_4942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957006350924034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some more photos of the "lived in" look I have going on here. And the "not finished" look too. I  have some  door pulls on order at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Menards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They're taking f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;orever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, too. Here's where I am sitting right now:  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEXNkFsORI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pJvqPO6kQNs/s1600-h/IMG_4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEXNkFsORI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pJvqPO6kQNs/s400/IMG_4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957367128176914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is where I am going to sit in a little bit-do you notice something on the TV?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  The dish dude came and installed my dish in the pouring rain. He rocks! And so does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for that matter. OH, and guess what...my couch came in. Gotta get it tomorrow. I have waited SO long for a new couch. Underneath that brown slipcover is a very tattered and worn out plaid &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trampoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEXoUFsOSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UoV_5pOaWaY/s1600-h/IMG_4956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEXoUFsOSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UoV_5pOaWaY/s400/IMG_4956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957826689677602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things I want to take photos of and show you all, especially my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;daffodils&lt;/span&gt;! But I am going to leave you with this photo and do the flowers tomorrow. These are antique washtubs that I inherited from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dh's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grandmother. I am going to plant some pretty stuff in them. I am not sure where they're going to sit, but for now they're hanging out on my deck.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEZ7EFsOTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PxHZRjQHT4U/s1600-h/IMG_4957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEZ7EFsOTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PxHZRjQHT4U/s400/IMG_4957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192960347835480370" 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/3320666676609007119-5840218664805433142?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5840218664805433142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=5840218664805433142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5840218664805433142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5840218664805433142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmmsmells-like-home.html' title='Mmmm....smells like home.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SBEW4kFsOQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9t6Hi8-uqPw/s72-c/IMG_4942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-6629172343883191092</id><published>2008-04-23T22:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:37:41.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hella Busy</title><content type='html'>Let me make a list and just tell you about what kinda busy day I had. It was off the charts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, before I begin, please know that sometimes I am really lazy and don't want to use proper punctuation, spelling,  or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; but that is the beauty of my blog. I can look unintelligent if I want to, right? Na-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-boo-boo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up to the man needing some loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;showered because of the first item on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drove the kids to school after arguing with Shaw about how chef boy-r-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; is not for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the gym worked out. I even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; for a while (!) and I don't run much at all. I am a jogger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; machine-er, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; walker,  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caption's&lt;/span&gt; chair ab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exerciser&lt;/span&gt;. But my friend "T" was with me and she runs marathons, so that meant I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to run, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Of coarse I was already tired out from my 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; of x-training on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; so I ran about 2 blocks worth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the old place and packed a little more stuff to take to the new place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the local garden center near the old place and got major plant envy. Which then gave me the bug to split my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hostas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and bring them to the new place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate lunch at T's. Spinach salad with sprouts, strawberries (yes, and it was good. Can you believe it? She told me to put strawberries in the salad and I was like "get outta town, chic?"-but it was so good)  with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poppy seed&lt;/span&gt; dressing. And some pulled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; chicken. And some brown bread, like a pumpernickel or something. It was a light and tasty meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another friend stopped by the old place and helped me get rid of some stuff. Free to a good home is the best way to do things, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helped T dig up 4 of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my old yard. Which equated to like 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuttings. And dug up some other stuff I wanted to take along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;loaded&lt;/span&gt; the  Pathfinder with things I packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up kids from school and drove back to new place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unloaded Pathfinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Briefly saw hubby before he went to work. It was short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-mart and got 6 bags of mulch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to new place and planted 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 1 Gerber Daisy, and some hen &amp;amp; chicks. and some trailing thing from last summer that is growing in T's yard-that is supposed to be an annual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;? Did you get that? I know, run-on sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took the kids for a short bike ride and heard "Hi, Molly!" every time we passed this certain  group of kids...my kid's already got a posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took the kids to Burger King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put kids and myself in the shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched American Idol...got sad about Carley going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got all of the clothes into closets and/or folded nicely into baskets until I figure out where to put it all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt; that is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked up kids' room so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I can vacuum tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put new bedding on M's bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat down here to tell you all about my busy day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, I am taking tomorrow off from working out and going to hang out inside and watch it rain and pour. Thank God I got my plants in the ground today!Dish guy is coming tomorrow, too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-6629172343883191092?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6629172343883191092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=6629172343883191092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/6629172343883191092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/6629172343883191092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/hella-busy.html' title='Hella Busy'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-2912458140805690602</id><published>2008-04-22T22:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:58:56.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin'</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I have been So busy, sorry for not being around...or posting photos! So, here's one to tide you over until I whip out the ol' Rebel. This is one I took last year around this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SA6zqkFsOPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P1TJOPGwjos/s1600-h/wet-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SA6zqkFsOPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P1TJOPGwjos/s400/wet-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192284964228184306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new? Well, I'm still breathing, just a little heavier than normal ;)&lt;br /&gt;We've began the big move! Last night was our first night here in the mo-bile home! Wow, I forget how much you can hear in trailers. Wow. I feel sorta like I am outside, camping! I can hear the frogs and crickets outside by the creek. What is funny, at least to me, is that we had a brief hail storm this morning-one of the vivid things I recall from the first time I lived in a trailer(unfortunately, I am not a trailer virgin). Hail storms are one of those things that you have to experience while sitting inside of a trailer. It sounds like a million tap dancers on your roof.&lt;br /&gt;Molly heard it and hollered, "Mom! I think we better check online and see if they are going to delay school!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. It sounded much worse than it was. And it was over in no time at all. And no dents on the new truck, or my Pathfinder. Only in Iowa can you have hail in the morning yet still send your child to school in shorts and a tee shirt because you know it will be warm in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I like it here so far. Although I haven't had time to sit still. I am constantly unpacking, driving back for more to pack so I can drive back here and unpack it. Again and again. I have lifted dressers, couches, appliances, many boxes and loads of laundry. I am thankful for the time I've spent working out and that I quit smoking-otherwise I'd be worthless. Speaking of working out, I have to find a new gym, too. I want to go to one that offers child care so that I can have a more regular routine in the summer. I will finish the rest of April and May at the gym I currently go to since I like to go directly from dropping off the munchkins.&lt;br /&gt;So, all is going well for us. The only thing I am really hating right now is that lack of dog. I miss my doggy so bad.  We found a foster home to keep her and eventually find someone to adopt her. I am not used to her being gone. I have a constant worry that I am forgetting something because it just feels strange without her around. Especially when I go to the house for a load of junk and she isn't there to meet me at the door.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe *I*- out of my family-am the one crying over the dog. I used to have NO love for dogs, at all, and would never think of owning one. Until I had my doggy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, no more dog talk. I have everyone on a gag order to not speak of her until I say  it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I hear my cozy bed calling my name...&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-2912458140805690602?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2912458140805690602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=2912458140805690602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2912458140805690602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2912458140805690602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/movin.html' title='Movin&apos;'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SA6zqkFsOPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P1TJOPGwjos/s72-c/wet-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-5913553346146149148</id><published>2008-04-18T14:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:21:22.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from the mobile home village</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;...here I am, over at the &lt;a href="http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-photos.html"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;....posting!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that it's hooked up and stuff. I even got to use a hole saw! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;....don't tell DH. He'll flip out because I didn't let him do it. I drilled a hole in my counter so all my wires, hard drives, &amp;amp; tower are actually below in the cupboard and the monitor wires and such are fed down the hole to the surge protector in the cupboard. I bought a desk grommet to make the hole look nice and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, I'd have my notebook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; and lose the desktop, but my notebook is trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny/strange thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happenned&lt;/span&gt; to me the other day. We have had a huge roll of carpet on our deck for a month. It's the old country blue carpet that we tore out of here. Well, the neighbor across the "street" from me stopped me and asked if Mike (the previous owner of my trailer who is dying of cancer and living with his daughter) could buy back the carpet. Seriously? It's wet. And probably peed on from the stray cats that strut around here. Seriously? Um, okay. But gross?!&lt;br /&gt;Sure, take my gross, wet, stinky carpet-heck, have it for FREE. Then I don't have to take it to the dump and spend $10.00 to do so.&lt;br /&gt;*shaking my head*&lt;br /&gt;I find that very annoying, honestly. I am surrounded by this Mike dude's closest friends and they gossip about what is going on here. I can almost hear them saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Holy cow, Mike, your &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt; NICE carpet is out there on their deck! And some of  your cabinets, and your stove, and dishwasher your whole sense of being is getting destroyed by these ungrateful new owners..." &lt;/blockquote&gt;And then they  call him to keep him up to date. That is another thing that bothers me- people that have interest in my life that need to get the down-low on me via gossip.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we gave the dishwasher to the guy across the "street" because his wife had a puppy dog face when I told her that we were going to sell it. It just didn't go with my bisque stuff. There was nothing wrong with it...and they needed a new one. So, I was nice and let them have it.&lt;br /&gt;But...if they think that they can do that with everything I do? Um, not happening. Otherwise I am going to have to get rid of things during the night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LMBO&lt;/span&gt;. Like this thing attached to the deck that says "welcome to our pad" with kitty paw prints. And a rocket ship rain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gauge&lt;/span&gt; on top of a birdhouse. All on top of this kitty paw print thing. It's going. And I am not even wishing it on my worst enemy. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the haggling, they seem pretty nice so far. I'll keep you up to date I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things on my mind- Privacy. This subject was brought up on another blog that I visit from time to time...do you set your blog to public or private?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you are a private person, or a guarded person, or a paranoid person then you probably shouldn't blog. Get a diary. Or if you do decide to have a WEB log, then you should set your blog to private. I am not saying that you shouldn't be private, or guarded, or paranoid-I'm just saying maybe you shouldn't blog. And that's what I think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-5913553346146149148?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5913553346146149148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=5913553346146149148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5913553346146149148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5913553346146149148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/live-from-mobile-home-village.html' title='Live from the mobile home village'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-2746215588283382042</id><published>2008-04-17T09:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:10:18.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning! Why, certainly, it is! My neck is almost straight, the weather is super duper...and my kids are both in school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;......nice relaxing calm.&lt;br /&gt;Today's menu includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving with my man to his hometown. I am going to most likely hang out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt; while he talks to his banker about getting a loan for a new(er) truck. Most of our vehicles have been wrecked and rebuilt so we could save some money; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; (I am going to call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; because it is just web lingo that I can't let go of, okay? So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dh&lt;/span&gt; means "dear husband", really corny but I didn't make the whole thing up...k? Got it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.) needs to have a new one quicker than we can get one fixed up. His transmission is about to choke out. *update* he got a new one! An '04 GMC  something. It's blue and I am a teeny jealous, but won't give up my Pathfinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stopping by his parents to pick up part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dh's&lt;/span&gt; inheritance from his sweet grandmother who passed away the day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully this money can go straight into our "build-a-new-house-and-move-the-trailer-to-the-river fund". That would be great. Or if we went to the mall. That would be really great too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The broadband man is coming to the trailer to get us wired for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yippeeeee&lt;/span&gt;. I am really happy about this. But I am not sure if I want to move my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; over to the trailer yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, well...hello? it could be eons until I find parents for my dog and I can't be unhooked to the net for long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's a little dramatic but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a photo of something for today's entry. So, check back and I will have one posted for today. Sometimes I have multiple entries in a 24 hour span so it's always a good idea to check, I suppose. Like, I know of 4 of you readers that don't comment but I know you read so I am talking to YOU. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I do the same thing. I read more than I comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I am tired of making this list. Oh wait. I am also going to read another chapter of "A New Earth" and do my "homework" for it. Lemme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tellya&lt;/span&gt;. I like that book. I could really go on about that book but I am not going to today. But, speaking of spirituality (not religion *wink*) I am going to try on a new church this week. A friend of mine from a church I used to go to is going to come with me to try one out near my trailer. I am a little excited...but I hope it's different than the ones I've attended in the past, or I'll just stay home again. Okay, Miranda....looks like you have some issues to work out (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lmbo&lt;/span&gt;...now I am giving myself advice, and if you read "A new earth" then you'd know that I am awakening and aware that it was my ego speaking just then...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, have a good day, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-2746215588283382042?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2746215588283382042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=2746215588283382042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2746215588283382042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2746215588283382042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-why-certainly-it-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-6562043996790063464</id><published>2008-04-16T17:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:22:03.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrels of fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAZ659kYZ-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/NM4dmxvTTW0/s1600-h/IMG_4921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAZ659kYZ-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/NM4dmxvTTW0/s400/IMG_4921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189970756789364706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the goofball pun...&lt;br /&gt;Here's today's photo: my kiddos, enjoying the warm weather we have, finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-6562043996790063464?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6562043996790063464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=6562043996790063464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/6562043996790063464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/6562043996790063464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/barrels-of-fun.html' title='Barrels of fun'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAZ659kYZ-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/NM4dmxvTTW0/s72-c/IMG_4921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-2288992616257605341</id><published>2008-04-16T07:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:28:44.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, when should I start saving up for therapy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I am making waffles (frozen not fresh) for the kids. We're just about out of syrup, like, enough that for one waffle under normal conditions but I stretched it out to fit 4 little toaster waffles. 2 fore each kid. Shaw insisted on having more, even though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; explained our lack of syrup. So I just decided to humor his efforts and just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaw: "Where's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;syr&lt;/span&gt;-i-up? I want more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "I told you that we're out, Shaw." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaw: "TELL me, mom. I need more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;syr&lt;/span&gt;-i-up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "I don't know, Shaw, where do &lt;/span&gt;you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think it is, if we &lt;/span&gt;do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have some?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaw: "Well you have some in your room. I know because I put some on your pillow one day so it would get in your hair and I could trap you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think he's talking about our massage oil that's on my bedside table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nice, huh? He's not only a neck-muscle-puller, he wants to trap me to my pillow like some Freddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kruger&lt;/span&gt; movie! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. He cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-2288992616257605341?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2288992616257605341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=2288992616257605341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2288992616257605341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2288992616257605341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-when-should-i-start-saving-up-for.html' title='Ok, when should I start saving up for therapy?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-5218049628814997813</id><published>2008-04-16T07:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:41:14.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuh-awnnnnnnnnnnn.....</title><content type='html'>I stayed up way too late reading last night. Sometimes I forget that I used to get up every morning at 6 am just fine and I should be thankful for this extra hour of sleep I get now that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stayin&lt;/span&gt;' home again!&lt;br /&gt;But I have to stick in one more negative complaint. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' head is cocked sideways. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;! Don't even laugh. It is seriously going to be stuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; this all day.&lt;br /&gt;Shaw hurt me! I was picking him up and I pulled this muscle in my neck that is constantly giving me trouble. Yes, I know...he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindergartner&lt;/span&gt; and doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to be picked up, but he was pretending to be asleep in the middle of the floor to avoid going to bed in his proper bedroom. So I scooped him up and started tickling him. And he LURCHED forward to try to wiggle loose and that's when my neck decided to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt;-o.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll be going to lay down on my mom's table.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you lay down on your mom's table? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...my mom is a massage therapist/aromatherapist/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reiki&lt;/span&gt; master teacher/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yoda&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jedi&lt;/span&gt;/ob1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kenobi&lt;/span&gt;/and a whole bunch of other "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt;" words. And she always makes me hurt like hell for a while but it gets the kinks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to take my camera out while I am going for a walk. See, I have the kindergarten-neck-puller at home because there's no school for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; today. The teachers are going to be busy recruiting next years crop of sleep-fakers! So, he's home with me, and that means no gym time. We'll get a nice walk in, though, as long as I can look ahead of me and not behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; what a weird mood I am in today.&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-5218049628814997813?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5218049628814997813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=5218049628814997813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5218049628814997813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5218049628814997813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/yuh-awnnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='Yuh-awnnnnnnnnnnn.....'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-6694256535740819574</id><published>2008-04-15T10:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:32:24.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SATGU9kYZ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/QpTMzSQ3cRo/s1600-h/IMG_4907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SATGU9kYZ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/QpTMzSQ3cRo/s400/IMG_4907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189490734064494514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SATGVNkYZ8I/AAAAAAAAADk/kexv1qRrqx4/s1600-h/IMG_4903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SATGVNkYZ8I/AAAAAAAAADk/kexv1qRrqx4/s400/IMG_4903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189490738359461826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; bummed out today. I have to find a new, loving home for my doggy.&lt;br /&gt;She has been the BEST dog in the world for us, but we can't have her anymore '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she's too big for the guidelines of the mobile home park we're moving to.&lt;br /&gt;Originally we were going to have my hubby's parents keep her for us until we bought a house in another 2 years, but I don't think that is a good idea anymore. I am getting those "vibes" from them that they really would rather not-even though it was their offer, not ours. The simple facts are that hubby's parents are too old to  take care of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; dog. They already have 2 yellow labs...a elderly one and a puppy; and although Jersey is a super dog, it will just be too much for them. And we don't want to feel guilty when they complain about the work it will be to have ANOTHER dog. So, we're just going to find someone to adopt her. She's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt;. I'll tell you about her in case anyone is dog shopping, or you know of anyone who is (my email address is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;missmranda&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt; dot com):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jersey is&lt;/span&gt; a purebred &lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/germanshorthairedpointer.htm"&gt;German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shorthaired&lt;/span&gt; Pointer.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We bought her from &lt;a href="http://www.topgungsps.com/"&gt;a local breeder&lt;/a&gt;  in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; of 2003 when she was just weaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jersey is VERY patient with people and children. Have you met my son, Shaw? If you have, then you would completely nod your head to the "good with kids" bit. He's one crazy hyper boy and she just soaks his attention right up. And when she's not in the mood for it, she still endures with great calm. She is the most loving and patient dog I know. She is a super guard dog and will let you know when something isn't right...and if the door knocks. She loves to watch for birds and squirrels and is a hunting/bird dog by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jersey just got spayed 2 weeks ago. We also got her current with vaccinations, heart worm testing etc...even a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jersey is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;short haired&lt;/span&gt; dog, but she DOES shed (what dog doesn't?) but VERY minimally when you compare her to other breeds, like labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jersey weighed in at 49 pounds, two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have to giggle at the part in the description of her breed that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This breed is not recommended for apartment life and does best with a large yard and an athletic family. At least a 6-foot high fence is necessary&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Bored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shorthairs&lt;/span&gt; can become escape artists.&lt;/span&gt;"  (emphasis mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fence is not tall enough for her and she has been known to hop it and go for a jog-but that's our fault, not hers. We really should have had a taller than 4 foot fence for her.  She does fine for us on a lead, though. I am going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; sad to let her go and my eyes are burning right now typing this. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-6694256535740819574?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6694256535740819574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=6694256535740819574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/6694256535740819574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/6694256535740819574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/jersey-on-my-mind.html' title='Jersey on my mind'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SATGU9kYZ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/QpTMzSQ3cRo/s72-c/IMG_4907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-4254791784503754267</id><published>2008-04-14T13:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:47:30.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today's photo and what I love about friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAOlq9kYZ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/amOZaEpfTlU/s1600-h/IMG_4899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAOlq9kYZ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/amOZaEpfTlU/s400/IMG_4899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189173353161189282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside enjoying the warm sun and looking around for things to shoot for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; photo. I wandered around and took a lot of "new growth" photos of my plants that are starting to appear...but that made me depressed. I am going to miss my current home. Well, not the house part of it-but the memories and the gardening. I decided that I am going to dig up some of my plants and just take them with me. So...I was walking back inside to go "process" my photos, all the while, mind you, I was looking down to avoid a shoe full of dog crap. Then I saw this little dude in the grass. Mr. Penguin. I snapped his photo and I left him there, although he looks very out of his element.  I wonder why he was there? I tried to imagine what sort of role he was playing in my kids' imaginations on the day he was dropped and left to survive the horrid amounts of snow we had this year. Who knows?...maybe I'll scoop him up and interview the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what I love about my friends:&lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch with one of my closest friends. She's awesome. We're close in the sense that when we talk, we know that  we can say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what we're really thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the use of euphemism&lt;/span&gt;s and candy coatings.  How many people can I sit with at Subway and talk about REAL life?   Just say what you need to say, right? Only a few, and a few is plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-ya,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-4254791784503754267?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4254791784503754267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=4254791784503754267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/4254791784503754267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/4254791784503754267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/todays-photo-and-what-i-love-about.html' title='today&apos;s photo and what I love about friends'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAOlq9kYZ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/amOZaEpfTlU/s72-c/IMG_4899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-955587943643742609</id><published>2008-04-13T17:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:06:18.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 draft 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,arial;"&gt;&lt;span align="left" class="body-text"&gt;Those are all some of my photos of 06-07. You may recognize them if you've visited my previous blogs, (which are suspended now because I decided to not use them for too long) Well, goshdarnit, I think I am going to try this (taking one photo a day for a year) again. It was fun! I really need to get my camera out more than I currently do- so I think this is a good time to start my 365 for '08. So, here's a sampling of  what I did last time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many "things" my kids bring home from school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5NkYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yqGv5QKlj3g/s1600-h/day15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5NkYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yqGv5QKlj3g/s400/day15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188870132765058914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those nasty vices I have since stopped:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5NkYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bt4RxkFRxUg/s1600-h/day5+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5NkYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bt4RxkFRxUg/s400/day5+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188870132765058930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An icy front door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5dkYZ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/oIxkM-Bi7-E/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5dkYZ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/oIxkM-Bi7-E/s400/ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188870137060026242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5dkYZ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/7mzIDQUvfRE/s1600-h/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5dkYZ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/7mzIDQUvfRE/s400/day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188870137060026258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some coasters, that I just LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhNkYZyI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYEfv7BjvE8/s1600-h/1-28+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhNkYZyI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYEfv7BjvE8/s400/1-28+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869720448198434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, again...sans spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhdkYZzI/AAAAAAAAACc/srSrTjh5Yvk/s1600-h/_MG_7902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhdkYZzI/AAAAAAAAACc/srSrTjh5Yvk/s400/_MG_7902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869724743165746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny happy drums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhtkYZ0I/AAAAAAAAACk/TfcUG9CsPlQ/s1600-h/2-4+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhtkYZ0I/AAAAAAAAACk/TfcUG9CsPlQ/s400/2-4+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869729038133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contagious smile from my boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhtkYZ1I/AAAAAAAAACs/DBMArZrHojI/s1600-h/web+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRhtkYZ1I/AAAAAAAAACs/DBMArZrHojI/s400/web+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869729038133074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "things" that my super cool neighbor had in a tub last summer. I can't remember what they're called but they're be-yoot-iful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRLtkYZtI/AAAAAAAAABs/u8U_xRtlu90/s1600-h/web+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRLtkYZtI/AAAAAAAAABs/u8U_xRtlu90/s400/web+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869351081010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet. I still have those sneaks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRLtkYZuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9XfuhsxWLu8/s1600-h/1-25-07+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRLtkYZuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9XfuhsxWLu8/s400/1-25-07+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869351081010914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the drawer to my favorite coctail/end table that I have had since I was knee high to a grasshopper. It was my bedside table when I was young. You can see how I use it now in &lt;a href="http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-photos.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRL9kYZvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J-Lzw9Gsj04/s1600-h/1-28+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRL9kYZvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J-Lzw9Gsj04/s400/1-28+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869355375978226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm. And healthy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRL9kYZwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ztt4OJyAJ9k/s1600-h/129-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRL9kYZwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ztt4OJyAJ9k/s400/129-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869355375978242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a guy on a Harley. He's engaged to a friend of my SILs. I really don't know him, I just liked his bike and it presented such a cool photo opportunity for me that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRMNkYZxI/AAAAAAAAACM/9GeYccHC9gg/s1600-h/harley_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKRMNkYZxI/AAAAAAAAACM/9GeYccHC9gg/s400/harley_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869359670945554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span align="left" class="body-text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking a photo a day is a big undertaking with big payoffs. Here are just a few reasons why you should consider doing it:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine being able to look back at any day of your year and recall what you did, who you met, what you learned… (Often we find it hard to remember what we did just yesterday or even last night, let alone a whole year ago!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your year-long photo album will be an amazing way to document your travels and accomplishments, your haircuts and relationships. Time moves surprisingly fast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a photo a day will make you a better photographer. Using your camera every day will help you learn its limits. You will get better at composing your shots, you’ll start to care about lighting, and you’ll become more creative with your photography when you’re forced to come up with something new every single day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tips on How to Do It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are six tips on how to create your own Project 365:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring Your Camera Everywhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everywhere. Get in the habit. Grocery stores, restaurants, parties, work, and school. Going to a movie theatre? Snap a pic of the flick with your phone–there are photo-ops everywhere. If you have one of those tiny tiny cameras, you have no excuse not to have it in your pocket all the time. And if you don’t? Camera phones are a great substitute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make Posting Easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can install blog software like Movable Type or Wordpress on your own site and create an entry for each photo, but for true ease of use, try a photo sharing site. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; will let you post a week’s worth of photos in 2 minutes flat, and &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/"&gt;fotolog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.photoblog.com/"&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt; are geared toward a photo-a-day workflow. Making it fast and easy means you’re much more likely to do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vary Your Themes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to capture the day’s events in a single photo. Perform photographic experiments. Take a photo of someone new you meet, something you ate for the first time, or something you just learned how to do. Take a photo of something that made you smile. And don’t forget to take a photo of yourself at least once a month so you can remember how you’ve changed, too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell a Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your blog entry, or your photo description, to explain what’s going on in each day’s photograph. How good did that dinner taste? What made you want to take a photo of that stranger? It’ll help you remember down the road, and it gives friends following along a better appreciation of why you took the photo you did. You don’t need to write a lot, just enough to add some color. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don’t Stop, No Matter What&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps the most important tip of all. You will get tired of taking a photo every single day. Some days, you will consider giving up. Don’t. The end result is worth the effort. Remind yourself why you wanted to do it in first place. &lt;p&gt;There will be times you’ll think there’s nothing interesting left to take a photo of, and times you’ll think you didn’t do anything exciting enough to take a photo of. There’s always a great photo to be made.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Get out of the house and take a walk. Or stay inside and look around. Take a photo of something important to you. Take a photo of the inside of your house so you can see how your taste has changed over the years. Take a photo of anything, just don’t stop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;N.b. It helps if you’ve told your friends about the project and asked them to follow along. Their encouragement will keep you going!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post early, post often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on going through and posting your photos at least once a week so you don’t get backlogged and feel overwhelmed. Ideally, post every day or two. Again, spend the time up front to make sure it’s quick and easy to post. It’ll make all the difference.  (taken from &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-955587943643742609?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/955587943643742609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=955587943643742609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/955587943643742609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/955587943643742609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/those-are-all-some-of-my-photos-of-06.html' title='Project 365 draft 2'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/SAKR5NkYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yqGv5QKlj3g/s72-c/day15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-5705593297916728142</id><published>2008-04-11T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:47:12.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Phone Guy...you stink</title><content type='html'>I put in an order for phone service  and Internet access at the new place. They set me up with an appointment for this morning. Not an exact time, though. Just "anywhere between 8am-12pm". Seriously? Don't you know that in this scenerio something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;comes up that I'd MUCH rather be doing than sitting around waiting for someone who could come at ANY MINUTE? But doesn't? Therefore forcing me to be resentful as the time passes by? 10:00. 11:45. 12:00. Heck I waited an extra 45 minutes and the phone man didn't come. Ugh. Sadly, because I depend on high speed internet and long phone conversation, I'll be waiting again another day. UGH. On the bright side, I did watch Atonement and had some, ahem, alone time with my hubby (which was funny since I kept freaking out when I heard a noise, thinking it was the phone guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's 2:39. I just got out of the shower (I can't shower in the morning until I've gone to the gym and sometimes I get busy after working out and end up taking it at 2pm like today-or even before bed) and I am going to pick up my son at school and drop my daughter off for a sleepover. And then.....guess what? I am going to Wal-Mart with my son. I am usually never too keen on grocery shopping with kids but today I am looking forward to filling that cart with food. Do you know how hard it is living between 2 places? Neither fridge or pantry is completely stocked. I have the butter in one house but the bread at the other. So my goal is to get both places reasonably stocked. It's not like I can't pack it and take it with me when I finally move into the new place, right? It beats another night of pizza or burgers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S...who else is sad that Michael (hot) Johns was booted off Idol last night? *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-5705593297916728142?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5705593297916728142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=5705593297916728142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5705593297916728142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5705593297916728142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/mr-phone-guyyou-stink.html' title='Mr. Phone Guy...you stink'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-1407413682781888758</id><published>2008-04-09T18:29:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:03:24.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><title type='text'>Home Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1YdVG14rI/AAAAAAAAABE/Grqgpi5ndJI/s1600-h/IMG_4878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1YdVG14rI/AAAAAAAAABE/Grqgpi5ndJI/s400/IMG_4878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187399606705971890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the trailer today and do some work so I snapped a few pics of what is done (to my satisfaction, at least-aside from the wires still not hiding in the wall for the TV...which will come) . Here is my future sofa which is on it's way here!!  Click to biggie size, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are photos of the living room/kitchen areas! Gosh I wish I took before photos. Just imagine dark oak cuboards. A section of cupboards going over the penisula, yucky linoleum, country blue carpet, brass fixtures, florescant lighting in kitchen, yucky appliances, and gross wallpaper. EEEW. HEre is  how it is now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future couch, which is ordered and en route:&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://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1RzVG14kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2iW8758QJw/s1600-h/maineventgpsm_copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1RzVG14kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2iW8758QJw/s400/maineventgpsm_copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187392288081699394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The living room and kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1S1FG14qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KGDueYt2VwU/s1600-h/IMG_4879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1S1FG14qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KGDueYt2VwU/s400/IMG_4879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187393417658098338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SslG14pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fe_zW5NYyLw/s1600-h/IMG_4876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SslG14pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fe_zW5NYyLw/s400/IMG_4876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187393271629210258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SjlG14oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q8SGt9fEO3w/s1600-h/IMG_4865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SjlG14oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q8SGt9fEO3w/s400/IMG_4865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187393117010387586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SGVG14lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNtSytnrUzo/s1600-h/IMG_4862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SGVG14lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNtSytnrUzo/s400/IMG_4862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187392614499213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SQVG14mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b-gcNn8qoiA/s1600-h/IMG_4863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1SQVG14mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b-gcNn8qoiA/s400/IMG_4863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187392786297905762" 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/3320666676609007119-1407413682781888758?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1407413682781888758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=1407413682781888758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/1407413682781888758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/1407413682781888758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-photos.html' title='Home Photos'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhBhx1K270I/R_1YdVG14rI/AAAAAAAAABE/Grqgpi5ndJI/s72-c/IMG_4878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-2491875682298779838</id><published>2008-04-09T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:00:12.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something interesting I read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="newsheadline"&gt;I will probably plaster "stuff" in my blog. Anytime I find something that was meaningful to me I am going to stick it down for my own benifit more than yours, probably. SO, today...I was reading John Mayer's blog (I love him, in a healthy way, and he's one of my most favorite singers/songwriters/artists of all time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FROM THE HEART....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     I need to write this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to  do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually.  And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Root for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give more and expect the same in return, but over time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going quiet now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-2491875682298779838?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2491875682298779838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=2491875682298779838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2491875682298779838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/2491875682298779838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-interesting-i-read.html' title='Something interesting I read'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320666676609007119.post-5828940193755865432</id><published>2008-04-09T13:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:43:19.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Attention, readers! &lt;/span&gt;, This is another attempt at keeping my blog up to date. I am not sure if it will be successful or if it will become neglected over time. We'll see...anyone want to place their bets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, before I explain why I decided to give my blog one more go round, I'll tell you what I've been up to over the last year. It's been a busy year (aren't they all?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent most of the summer of '07 behind my camera taking many wedding photos and portraits and engagement shots. Photography for hire was an eye opening experience for me. It showed me that I definitely do not want to become a professional photographer. Reason being: I am selfish and don't like to do things another persons way, and hate it when I can't get my own way. Example: I would have a  idea for an intimate SUPER cool Bride and Groom shot and the couple would be looking at me as if they were waiting for a pair of antennae to pop out of my head-and they'd settle for the boring newspaper shot. "We just want boring, blah-blah-run-of-the-mill shots, please".  I use photography as a creative outlet. A means to capture what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; like about being alive and taking photos for money took all of the fun and passion out of it for me because I had this "expectation" to meet. I did take photos of 2 weddings that really rocked though, and I am thankful to have them in my 'folio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Towards the middle of the summer, I went back to work after an 8 year run of staying home with kids. So, what sort of job did I attain? A daycare worker...the lead 2 year old teacher for a local daycare/preschool. Wow, what an experience that was. I've always had a knack for relating well with toddlers- Ages 2-5  is my favorite-hands down. I loved working there, it was perfect for my kids too since they attended the same school where the center was located. However, I ended up leaving at the end of February because I couldn't stand another day working with my boss and another employee (both of which were fired within weeks of me leaving) I debated and debated about whether I should stay with hopes that some sort of resolution would be reached regarding these two coworkers. But frankly, I wasn't getting paid enough to get treated the way I was...so I quit. In retrospect, I sort of wish I had hung in there like it was suggested to me because I'd have my job, a promotion, and whole different team to work with. YET, there was a whole other bag of chips in the works which leads me to my next reason for being a bad blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're moving! And I say that with the utmost energy and excitement. As many of my close friends know, I've been talking about moving for over a year. What we decided to do was very scary for me at first. We were in no position to buy again, didn't want to rent, so we decided to buy a mobile home. Wow, I was on the fence about that decision. I didn't want to have to live in a trailer court again (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btdt&lt;/span&gt; years ago) and have to deal with that sort of lifestyle again (having no storage space, and no garage?!). But then I decided to get over myself and do what was best for our family. Moving into this home will provide us the means to save 50% of my husbands monthly income towards a down payment for a nice NEW home! And hopefully, that will only be 2 years until we can begin that process.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to post photos, as we've totally gutted the place. New paint, new carpet, updated cupboards, new counter top, new laminate wood floors. Knocked out partitions...it makes moving "down" much more bearable! We bought new furniture and traded our huge, boxy big screen for a wall mounted 42" flat panel. It's pretty :) And I have tulips! With  as much gardening as I do, I've never had tulips-believe that ? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Anyways...that's what's been going on over the past year. Having said all of that...I want to keep in touch with some people that I may not be able to see as often as I will want to...although 15 minutes isn't very far to travel, it's hard to find time some days. So I will do my best to keep this up and be in touch this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to go pick up my kids and go paint a storage bench! Word to emphasize: storage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320666676609007119-5828940193755865432?l=missmranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5828940193755865432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3320666676609007119&amp;postID=5828940193755865432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5828940193755865432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3320666676609007119/posts/default/5828940193755865432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmranda.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410606993113839487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
