<?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-19758369</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:51:05.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5093931610722790457</id><published>2011-09-11T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:54:53.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Herrrrre's Momma!</title><content type='html'>Settle down class - Momma's back and I'm ready to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know, we are hosting a young man from France who is 15 years old.  His name is Pierre, and he is adorable.  We've had him&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for one month and we are thoroughly enjoying him.  (Golly, and we hope he remotely enjoys us!)  We will have him until the end of June, and he attends school with Shark.  He's really nice kid, and he has joined a soccer club here in Houston.  His English is coming along amazingly!  I'm very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mr Wonderful and I indulged ourselves in a getaway night at the Hotel Zaza.  Love that place.  We met 29 years ago Sept 9, so we decided to celebrate and it was awesome.  Mr Wonderful reserved their &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Houston We Have a Problem&lt;/span&gt; concept suite.  It was really cool!  Very cleverly decorated.  There was, however, a  life size astronaut sculpture in the room, and several times it startled me!  (Startled is sort of code for it scared the daylights of me more than once or twice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before going over to Zaza, we attended an AFS (American Field Service) meeting for all the AFS Exchange Students and host families.  Mr Wonderful and Shark were volunteering at &lt;a href="http://www.houstonarboretum.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Toots decided she'd rather sleep.  Who wouldn't?  It was 9am on a Saturday morning.  It's practically a crime in my book to get up and be somewhere that early on a Saturday.  I digress - soooo anywho, we get to the meeting and then it starts at 9 freaking 20.  Luckily another host family I adore (who also has a French boy) came and the host mom is one of those lovely, sweet people.  Someone I aspire to be like.  Then they take the exchange kids into a room, and the host families stay in another.  2 hours of chatting and telling the same stories about past kids over and over.  For me if was a colossal waste of time.  Afterwards, the before mentioned nice host mom and I took our French boys out to a French restaurant for lunch.  Very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I driving 3 kids all over this large city we love, but I am also into my latest obsession - &lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is wayyyy so fun.  If you haven't tried it, try it!  I have a desk covered in recipes I have printed, and some really fun "boards" as they are called on Pinterest with fun ideas for just about anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to stalk and visit the other blogs I abandoned a few years ago when I became obsessed with Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5093931610722790457?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5093931610722790457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5093931610722790457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5093931610722790457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5093931610722790457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2011/09/herrrrres-momma.html' title='Herrrrre&apos;s Momma!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2728549211980428424</id><published>2009-11-30T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:31:14.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Any of you who know me know what a huge Grinch I am at Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;BUT - for some reason, I am really excited for Christmas this year! We even bought a huge tree on Saturday - who knew??? Toots had the great idea to put it on our back porch - which is a screened in room with a sofa, chairs, tables/chairs, fireplace - basically our family room. The tree is awesome out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other news I have to discuss is that I fired my housekeeper. I have had "help" for years now, and it was driving me craZZZy to have someone in the house, always on the cell phone and always doing endless loads of laundry, and constantly moving MY stuff around..... Look, I have 2 teenagers and I stay home - having a housekeeper three days a week is absurd! Seriously, my house is cleaner with the kids and I cleaning it - and Mr Wonderful is delighted our water bill will be lower since I don't do laundry every time I turn around. I will do it once a week - and the kids are learning how to do their own washing. It's all good. The best part? Saving the $$ that we were spending on the housekeeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have sad news to report - If you read blogs from my "Momma's Favorite Blogs" list, Tracye from &lt;a href="http://http://tracyefordsellers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Southern Hospitality&lt;/a&gt; lost her battle with lymphoma on Thanksgiving Day. Tracye is the reason I entered the &lt;a href="http://http://www.marrow.org/"&gt;National Bone Marrow Registry. &lt;/a&gt; Tracye, sadly, was unable to find a match. If you've ever thought about saving another life, please consider joining the registry. All you have to do is swab the four inside corners of your mouth and mail back in the kit and swabs the Registry will send to you. Nowadays, most bone marrow transplants come out of your arm, not your hip, like in the old days. Sometimes the docs harvest from the hip (often for a child's marrow) but if &lt;em&gt;you could save the life of a dying person &lt;/em&gt;- it would be worth it!!! Please consider doing it - for your Momma and Tracye's 3 little girls (ages 3, 6 and 9.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2728549211980428424?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2728549211980428424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2728549211980428424' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2728549211980428424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2728549211980428424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-9148143879971680619</id><published>2009-11-22T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:28:01.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hairdo - WTF????</title><content type='html'>I just saw someone with that horrid Kate Gosselin hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF????????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, seriously, woman, that does NOT look good.  At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only good news is that it provides endless hours of laughter for those who see it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-9148143879971680619?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9148143879971680619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=9148143879971680619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/9148143879971680619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/9148143879971680619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/hairdo-wtf.html' title='The Hairdo - WTF????'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1385426737433940424</id><published>2009-11-22T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:05:06.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Here, Children, Settle Down!</title><content type='html'>My Dearest Dish suggested I blog - I mean, I guess it's bout fricking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? &lt;em&gt; Where have I been?&lt;/em&gt; Well, settle down children, Momma's here now and I'll just tell ya what I've been doin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two kids both applying to, touring, interviewing and all that implies for high school (yes, HIGH SCHOOL...) my time has been tight. I've played golf twice since school started. Sad but true. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are craZZy on the kid front. first, Shark decided he wanted to go to a military boarding school. So we found one in North Carolina that he was very interested in - I bought plane tickets to go visit and stuff - submitted his application, etc. Then I found out they were experiencing financial issues. Ok,so that's off the list. Then he interviewed at a school here in Houston, liked it, and maybe he'll go there, but he keeps asking us to send him to boarding school. I'm not sure he is mature enough to go....but we'll see. I'm Thinking About It.&lt;br /&gt;Toots is trying to figure out which school is her first choice this week - or day. It varies daily - and while she is anxious, she is also excited. It's just amazing the stuff that is involved in high school. Yes, we could send them to the public high school for where we are zoned, but I think it is a tad too big. Too big being over 3000 students. But, ya can't beat the price!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously - truthfully - the main thing that keeps Momma out of The Kitchen is....Facebook. I love it! It's fast, it's concise, it's easy, it's on my phone - what else can you ask for, huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I've got, friends. I'm just happy living my life - fun friends, wonderful family, good health - all is well. I do stop by your blogs every now and then, but not as often as I should - and that's probably because I talk to a lot of you via Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1385426737433940424?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1385426737433940424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1385426737433940424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1385426737433940424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1385426737433940424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommas-here-children-settle-down.html' title='Momma&apos;s Here, Children, Settle Down!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2322254104414466346</id><published>2009-09-18T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:49:48.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gonna Be a Good Survivor Season</title><content type='html'>Allow me to &lt;strong&gt;thank&lt;/strong&gt; both ETW and Efen for their awesome blog subject ideas! I will definitely use them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's Survivor Samoa premiere was nothing less than downright &lt;strong&gt;Great&lt;/strong&gt;. Ya'll know Momma lurves her some good TV, and this season may be the winner. &lt;br /&gt;It's all because of a little Texan named Russell. &lt;em&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're watching it and Russell tells this sob story about how he's a fireman from NOLA, and he was there during Katrina, and lost his best buddy, his dog. This whole saga is interjected with private interviews with Russell calling his fellow Survivors "idots" and "stupid" - ya know, mean names. We were laughing saying how we know a 'yat from NOLA just like that - and Mr Wonderful even says, "Thank gawd he's not from Texas!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Right then, in his next private confessional, Russell says he's not a fireman, not from NOLA, wasn't in Katrina and doesn't even have a dog. Laughing while pouring out his team members' canteens of water, he continues to say how he's in control and he's the only one with a brain. In fact, he's from TEXAS (he says he's from Houston, but he's actually from Dayton - some small town an hour or more from Houston...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a season to watch. There are some smart players, and there's gonna be some good arguments - the egos were already starting to emerge last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2322254104414466346?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2322254104414466346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2322254104414466346' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2322254104414466346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2322254104414466346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-gonna-be-good-survivor-season.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Be a Good Survivor Season'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8415624177796833352</id><published>2009-09-17T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:16:08.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started my blog, I find I am always reaching into the depths of my brain to have a topic.  I would blog everyday IF I had an interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I would love some Topic Suggestions, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Momma out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8415624177796833352?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8415624177796833352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8415624177796833352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8415624177796833352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8415624177796833352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4641005226963599656</id><published>2009-09-10T17:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:41:18.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defriending - It's Not Just for Kids Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqmHVMgl38I/AAAAAAAABJ4/jkngiDNlq7I/s1600-h/facebook-defriending1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqmHVMgl38I/AAAAAAAABJ4/jkngiDNlq7I/s320/facebook-defriending1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379980028075696066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been Defriended by someone on Facebook? Well, kids, don't let this set you back too much, but Momma has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Ultimate Passive Aggressive Move. I mean, don't &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; to someone who has virtually begged you to talk - just be passive/aggressive and Defriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the good news for me is that it gives me just another step of distance that I have longed for, and am very thankful to have. Now I can post pictures and stories without worry of Former Friend getting mad. The distance feels good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that people just talked it out if they had disagreements. Or they just get &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; divorce or whatever works &lt;em&gt;for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you deal with conflict? Do you face it and talk to someone you think is worth the effort, or just let it slip away and move on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4641005226963599656?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4641005226963599656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4641005226963599656' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4641005226963599656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4641005226963599656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/defriending-its-not-just-for-kids.html' title='Defriending - It&apos;s Not Just for Kids Anymore'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqmHVMgl38I/AAAAAAAABJ4/jkngiDNlq7I/s72-c/facebook-defriending1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7792241627479298525</id><published>2009-09-07T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:26:47.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Weekends Should Last 3 Days!</title><content type='html'>If Momma were Queen, all weekends would last for &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wonderful and I have really enjoyed this little Melanie Oudin in the U S Open. What a little powerhouse - she's just adorable! We are loving her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my bloggers are enjoying today! Love ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7792241627479298525?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7792241627479298525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7792241627479298525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7792241627479298525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7792241627479298525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-weekends-should-last-3-days.html' title='All Weekends Should Last 3 Days!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7158741602428605036</id><published>2009-09-05T12:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:27:39.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Post</title><content type='html'>Yea, that's an exciting Post title, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a long time since I posted - but hey, I've been swamped. Actually, the truth is, I am busy and mainly make time for Facebook if I'm playing around online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are back in school and happy. Both are getting ready for high school applications and tours - both are going to 9th grade next fall, and the fun begins right now. This "stuff" raises Shark's already-elevated anxiety level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good on dodging the Swine Flu bullet. I know lots of kids that have had it - and lots of adults, too. It's going to be an interesting fall/winter/flu season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to report - just excited to have 3 days of rest and friends. Here are a few pix I have taken recently (if you've already looked at them on FB, I apologize.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy the Cat - Need I say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKdR6FfWzI/AAAAAAAABJY/eFHy0aSFPRI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKdR6FfWzI/AAAAAAAABJY/eFHy0aSFPRI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378033836009413426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're being visited every night by this little guy. He comes right up to our back door where we leave food for the outdoor cats. He is tiny - I wonder if he's lost his Momma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKdjVJlZCI/AAAAAAAABJg/bWHVGZ8FbLI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKdjVJlZCI/AAAAAAAABJg/bWHVGZ8FbLI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378034135332119586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Thousand Years Ago when I taught Kindergarten, one of my students brought a plumeria plant back from Hawaii to me. I've always treasured that little Craig thought of me on his trip, and have nurtured this plant for the last 21 years... It was blooming in all its glory last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKd3DlUKcI/AAAAAAAABJo/flkbvqm2Wi0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKd3DlUKcI/AAAAAAAABJo/flkbvqm2Wi0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378034474213976514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this pic of Toots' Room when a friend tried to convince me HER daughter had the messiest room, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. Needless to say, after seeing this picture she succumbed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKeUQg9xAI/AAAAAAAABJw/qAtGfxEevWk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKeUQg9xAI/AAAAAAAABJw/qAtGfxEevWk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378034975901598722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7158741602428605036?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7158741602428605036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7158741602428605036' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7158741602428605036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7158741602428605036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-post.html' title='Labor Day Post'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SqKdR6FfWzI/AAAAAAAABJY/eFHy0aSFPRI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8555519288599433241</id><published>2009-08-19T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:56:13.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Movie</title><content type='html'>Last night Toots and I watched a really awesome movie on Lifetime. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Dragonfly. It stars Kevin Costner, and it's such a good flick! The ending was especially good, so I highly recommend it if it comes back on Lifetime, or if you're looking for something from Netflicks this weekend. We &lt;em&gt;loved &lt;/em&gt; this movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all the raving about Hangover, a movie that's out in the theaters right now. I almost never (like ever) go to movies in theaters. Not only am I unable to get comfortable in those chairs, I can't talk! But mainly I think it's because when I was little, my dad ran a movie theater. Everyday after school, I went to the theater and hung out til we went home. My mom sold tickets in the box office. So I saw Camelot, Sound of Music, South Pacific -- all those movies - at least 300000 times. I even used to make the popcorn! It was a really cool machine - and the popcorn went into those giant garbage size bags. It was a fun job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that school is starting back (today for Toots and Monday for Shark) the routine of driving and meals goes back full swing. Sure wish summer could last forever! Toots and I are looking forward to the return of Toddlers and Tiaras, which airs tonight on the Learning Channel -- new season premiere!!  If you haven't watched that, it's an interesting and entertaining show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8555519288599433241?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8555519288599433241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8555519288599433241' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8555519288599433241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8555519288599433241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-movie.html' title='Great Movie'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8893753019735052503</id><published>2009-08-18T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:02:54.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kewl Book</title><content type='html'>Hey there bloggers! Do I have a tip for you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I published my blog into a book via &lt;a href="http://www.sharedbook.com/"&gt;Shared Book.&lt;/a&gt; I've gotta say, &lt;em&gt;it's really kewl!!&lt;/em&gt; I'm surprised at the wonderful quality - and I love being able to sit down and read it. Here's Shark reading The Kitchen -- &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SosxK7GDbBI/AAAAAAAABJQ/yPgbn_zyC1A/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SosxK7GDbBI/AAAAAAAABJQ/yPgbn_zyC1A/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371441044300983314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than publishing my blog, it's been busy around Casa Momma. Shark had his wisdom teeth removed last week. We didn't want the teeth to come out and push aside all those beautiful teeth that were fixed by the braces that just came off. Toots had a root canal yesterday. Too many Tooth Issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toots' school starts tomorrow. HOW did my baby get so big so fast? She will be in the 8th grade - which is also the last year at her beloved school. She started there are age 2. We are starting to look at high schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark starts on Monday. This will also be his last year at his school. He will repeat 9th grade(he is a late summer birthday) so we are looking at high schools for him, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although I am really sad for school to start back - Momma lurves her some Summertime. I am also very thankful for such a fun, safe, enjoyable, healthy and awesome summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8893753019735052503?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8893753019735052503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8893753019735052503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8893753019735052503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8893753019735052503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/kewl-book.html' title='Kewl Book'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SosxK7GDbBI/AAAAAAAABJQ/yPgbn_zyC1A/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6430217322463700898</id><published>2009-08-13T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:47:46.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Last Week</title><content type='html'>This is the last full week before school starts for Toots next week - Wednesday. UGH - so bummed summer is over!!   Shark starts on the 24th - he's got an extra week.  We've had a wonderful one, and hope all my kiddies out there in Blogger Land have had a good one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark had his wisdom teeth removed yesterday. Now keep in mind he just turned 15 - is 6'3" tall, wears a 15 shoe, and weighs right at 240. The kid is HUGE. But somehow he became a 15 month old ( not to insult 15 year olds, mind you!!) the day before and morning of the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wisdom teeth have not grown roots yet, and if they did, they would grow and crowd out the teeth from which the braces were just removed. Not good. So out they had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he was groggy and whiny most of the day -- last night he was a monster. Today he is up and about, and happy. Advil is totally relieving any pain. He's into his little projects today - building circuit boards and guy stuff like that. He even has somehow mustered enough strength and energy to fight with his sister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's been an awesome summer. We had two fabulous trips, the kids have spent time with their friends and had so much fun, and everyone's health has been great. It's also been totally refreshing and uplifting to be free of some drama in my life - lovin' not hearing negative things allllll the time! Isn't it nice when things just move on and you feel &lt;em&gt;really good&lt;/em&gt; about them moving on?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6430217322463700898?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6430217322463700898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6430217322463700898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6430217322463700898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6430217322463700898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/lazy-last-week.html' title='Lazy Last Week'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6375835094839584624</id><published>2009-08-08T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:12:05.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Headache</title><content type='html'>Have you ever laughed so hard your head hurt? My face was stuck in Smile Position all evening last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Lisa Lampanelli concert last night with 3 friends - and OMFG it was so good! Her opening act was weak - mostly 12 year old boy humor. Luckily I had my i-phone with me and could play some games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Back to Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's nasty - she's raunchy - she's B.A.D. Which is, of course, why I love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time - just fun friends laughing and relaxing together! It was an awesome evening! And yes, Cougar, she had her boyfriend there with her! She introduced him to the crowd. I could not see him, but one of my girls saw him and said he was a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, wanted to introduce a new blog on the block. My friend Joan at &lt;a href="http://joanmcox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Now That I Think About It.&lt;/a&gt; Joan is a great writer with an awesome wit - plus a good girl - so I think you all will enjoy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6375835094839584624?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6375835094839584624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6375835094839584624' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6375835094839584624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6375835094839584624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/laughter-headache.html' title='Laughter Headache'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-715700251001731291</id><published>2009-08-07T09:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:47:50.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things I've Learned Lately</title><content type='html'>Learned or had an "AHA!" moment lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Allowing my kids to make decisions, going with them, and supporting them is amazingly awesome. As they've grown, we have tried to allow them more and more independence in their decision making. It's important for them to learn how to make decisions and be held accountable for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remaining calm, focused, and happy is &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;the way to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friendships are &lt;em&gt;valueless&lt;/em&gt; unless you can &lt;em&gt;talk &lt;/em&gt; to your friends. Being with our college gang last week in Virginia really brought that concept home to me. We all picked right up where we left off - and we always have been that way - 25+ years later!! There is no secrecy, no competition, no anger, no nothing that involves one ounce of drama. Just pure, unconditional friendship!&lt;br /&gt;Recently one of my friendships has dissolved - but it was a friendship that always forced me to tip-toe and walk on eggshells to keep the other person from getting so mad so often and so easily. Although I do feel like a fool for hanging in the relationship as long as I did, I now feel totally liberated to be free of the anger and hostility! In the end I clearly see that it wasn't a friendship by any stretch of the word. Friendships, by definition, are good, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for many, many things every single day. And the older I get the more thankful I am for air conditioning. As&lt;a href="http://sassymamasays.blogspot.com/"&gt; Sassy Mama Says, &lt;/a&gt;, I would blow the guy that invented it daily nowadays. &lt;em&gt;Viva la AC Inventor!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My stomach is always a tad flatter the next day if I don't drink wine the night before. Yea, DUH, you say - but my latest addiction has changed to Sweet Tea. I find I'd rather have that at the end of the day than a glass of wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Although my kids have talked my head off the last few weeks (which is damn hard to do coz Momma likes to work up a good chatter!) I am really bummed school is starting soon. I love hanging out with them. Yesterday we went to lunch at our club, and hung out in the pool. It was downright fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way that time flies really scares me. I mean, it seems like I'm still waiting for school to get out for the summer - and low and behold, we're getting ready to go back. HOW did that happen?? Mr Wonderful and I married 23 years ago - HOW did that happen? My kids will go to high school next year - HOW and WHEN did that happen?? My dad turned 80 last month, and that really scares me, too. I don't want him to get older - just stay the same forever, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why Can't We All Just Get Along has greater meaning to me everyday of my life. Seriously - just get along and be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Technology continues to amaze me. Not that this is something I've learned lately - but I must say I am constantly in awe of it. Who would have ever thunk one could have the Internet with e-mail, a phone, games and other "applications" all combined with a keyboard that allows a written message to be transported instantly across the world in the palm of your hand???? I am thankful, however, that this stuff wasn't around when I was a kid. I would never, ever have left my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. That would be me now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned lately that I spend way too much time on my technology gadgets (phone and computer) - so I will sign off and run to the grocery store.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-715700251001731291?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/715700251001731291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=715700251001731291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/715700251001731291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/715700251001731291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-things-ive-learned-lately.html' title='Some Things I&apos;ve Learned Lately'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2178328658299751715</id><published>2009-08-05T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:59:18.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Hello Bloggers!! I'm trying to get settled after a wonderful trip to Virginia. We met up with some dear old friends from college - and we had the BEST time! We have all been friends since the early 80's - and we all just pick right up where we left off. So awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel always brings lots of interesting observations. Allow me to share of few with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am wondering when it became acceptable to wear pajamas on an airplane. Seriously! I saw so many people in their pj bottoms with a t-shirt. There were two on our 3 hour flight. I don't expect folks to wear a tuxedo, mind you, but at least wash your face and put on some damn clothes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, when did airlines start worrying about hurt feelings and stop worrying about safety?? We flew on one of those express jets. I'm guessing they seat around 60 people. One aisle, and not roomy in any sense of the word. They seated an extremely ginormous man in the exit row. If there had been an emergency, everyone would have been trapped by not being able to get to the exit around him, or he would get stuck in the hole over the wing. There was NO WAY this man was going to fit through that little hole.&lt;br /&gt;So I go up front and ask the flight attendant to move him for safety reasons. She says she can't "discriminate." I'm like, "This is not discrimination, this is about safety. Period." She says there's nothing she can do.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we had a uneventful flight. But I am still in shock that the airlines are now more interested in hurt feelings than safety.&lt;br /&gt;There is one aisle on these express jets. A young girl around say 3 or 4, walked the aisle of the plane almost the entire flight. Again, safety here - what if there had been turbulence as the same airline experienced on Monday? That little girl would have been toast. It still amazes me how I can't hold a bag or a cup of ice during take off and landing, yet one can hold a live human being on their lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my personal favorite - People putting their seats back in coach. There's barely enough room for me to cross my legs(I'm 5'8") and it seems like the airline crams as many seats as possible into those planes. I remember flying in college and being able to stretch out my legs. Not now. I mean, I understand -  more passengers = more revenue. But both ways I was seated in the seat behind the exit row. So the persons in front of me had mega leg room. And back goes their seat into my face. On the way home, the lady in front of me had her seat back and leaned forward to work on her lap top on her tray table most of the flight. WTF???&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: It's uncomfortable for everyone. But WHY would anyone put their seat back and make a fellow passenger &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; uncomfortable???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! I know it sounds bitchy, but I just HATE being crammed and uncomfortable.  Flying is just a hassle.  But it's worth it to get where you're going!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2178328658299751715?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2178328658299751715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2178328658299751715' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2178328658299751715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2178328658299751715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3305891974908276355</id><published>2009-07-24T19:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:48:11.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>Momma is Lovin' Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fine for the kids to have nothing to do except &lt;em&gt;enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;  Sometimes I think our kids are so pushed and rushed with school that just enjoying their blessings gets lost in the day to day madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toots has been hanging with friends - and just doing nothing. No homework, no drama, no nuthin' --and it's so good for the soul!&lt;br /&gt;Shark just finished summer program at his school today - they sorta go year round.  The summer program is until 12:45 - so he gets a break now, and there is not any homework. He is looking forward to sleeping in (and so am I) until schools starts back around the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which by the way - mentioning August - how in the heck did we get to the end of July so quickly?? I just wish summertime could last forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I hung out with some of my girls, and although I have been recovering most of the day, it was so fun to laugh and gossip and giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thank you to my blogger family for stopping by and saying hello to Heather. I read a study recently that said Evil Cancer isn't quite the bully when a patient has a large support group. We can certainly do that for Heather in Blogger World!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3305891974908276355?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3305891974908276355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3305891974908276355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3305891974908276355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3305891974908276355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5943893257916476909</id><published>2009-07-22T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:50:11.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling My Blogger Fam Into Actioin</title><content type='html'>Gather 'round children, we have a job to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll know cute &lt;a href="http://eadsfamilytx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shana&lt;/a&gt; - and if you've read her lately you've read about her blogger buddy &lt;a href="http://thesnydernews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty safe in saying that you dear kids probably HATE CANCER as much as your Momma here, so I would like to ask you all to visit Heather's blog, say hello, and lend her your support. The cancer center where she has been treated is right here in Houston about 2 miles from Casa Momma. I am hoping to meet her and take her some yummies IF she has to come back for treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope we can show her some love - ya'll are so good at that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5943893257916476909?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5943893257916476909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5943893257916476909' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5943893257916476909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5943893257916476909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/calling-my-blogger-fam-into-actioin.html' title='Calling My Blogger Fam Into Actioin'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7971515056021167108</id><published>2009-07-20T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:21:37.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Be Chillin'</title><content type='html'>Literally!&lt;br /&gt;We have power!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how quickly our house has cooled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7971515056021167108?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7971515056021167108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7971515056021167108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7971515056021167108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7971515056021167108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/momma-be-chillin.html' title='Momma Be Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2010431515302387944</id><published>2009-07-19T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:18:29.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight's post is brought to you via my I phone. Last we finally got rain. Massive storm while we hosted 16 for dinner. We lost power. We are now at 24hours in hot and very humid Houston and no power. Centerpoint energy says it could be a day, two days, a week - they don't know.   Luckily our neighbors have asked us to stay with them as they have power. Only 9 homes onour grid are out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not seen one Centerpoint truck alllll day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thankful for nice neighbors, I must say I am pissed that a thunderstorm can create this type of total failure in the 4th largest city in America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2010431515302387944?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2010431515302387944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2010431515302387944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2010431515302387944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2010431515302387944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/tonights-post-is-brought-to-you-via-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5109453374459486709</id><published>2009-07-18T12:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:05:49.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Be Back!</title><content type='html'>Settle down children, it's time for Momma's Rant! I know you've missed you some good Rants by Momma, now haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Momma's Rant, wanted to say hello and sorry I've been MIA. We were on a trip, and it's taken me a few days to get my act together. Plus, that dang Facebook thing is so fun - I can do it from home &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt; my phone. CAN NOT put that sucker away! But I promise to visit your awesome blogs and leave comments today! I've missed reading all my favs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto my rant...&lt;br /&gt;Momma has never been one for Organized Religion. Although I am a deeply spiritual person, and have a very strong belief, I find myself often frustrated in organized religion settings. All too often I see people there who are treating others like shit the rest of the week, but smiling and acting all nicey-nice that &lt;strong&gt;one hour &lt;/strong&gt;on Sundays.  Right now I am imagining a family in my mind as I type - the kids are mean, the mother totally fake, but there they are every Sunday... (Yes, I know it's good they're there every Sunday, but obviously they aren't getting ONE SINGLE thing out of it...)&lt;br /&gt;Bleech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 5 years ago I decided to go hear this new pastor at a church. Both Mr Wonderful and I were sold, right then and there. I could not WAIT to go back the next Sunday and hear this guy. He truly spoke to my heart. His messages were clear, hopeful, interesting, strong, and most importantly to me, felt right. It didn't matter to me who was there and what they did, I just wanted to hear this guy preach.&lt;br /&gt;A few months into this, I signed up to be an Usher. I knew I was gonna be there every Sunday, so why not help out, right? Being an usher was awesome, as it offered more opportunities for fellowship, and I felt like I had finally found a church where I belonged. &lt;br /&gt;Then, the rumors started. First, I heard that this young pastor (let's call him Smiley) that he had purchased some fancy and expensive stereo system for his office, with church funds. Other similar rumors swirled, but I chose to ignore them thinking that certainly this was just talk, and that the church elders would be on top of this if it were true.&lt;br /&gt;Smiley and his wife had 3 kids at the time, and one of the kids was in Toots' class. We never saw the wife, but I always thought it was because she was busy with 3 kids, and besides, he was the one with the big personality, so naturally he was the one opting to pick up from birthday parties and things like that. Next thing I know, she's pregnant with number 4, and the church has brought in a group to help with problems within the church. A consulting group that helps define the problems, and find ways to fix them. &lt;br /&gt;I was invited to a focus group, and I was thrilled! This was my opportunity to defend Smiley and confront the nay-sayers. It became quickly apparent to me that there was good reason some of these nay-sayers were nay-saying.&lt;br /&gt;The next rumor to swirl was that Smiley and his wife were splitsville. Yup, we get a letter from him stating just that. The quick and fast rumor was that he was seeing a young divorced woman in the church whom he had "counseled" her and her now ex-husband during their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough - so I made an appointment with him to talk. I sat down, and told him everything I was hearing, and to please confirm, deny, explain, whatever, but I need clarification. He denied everything, promised me he was NOT seeing this woman (very adamantly promised me) - saying that there was a group of old church members who didn't like him and were out to get him. He said the majority was on his side, and that he had nothing to be ashamed or worried about.&lt;br /&gt;So, to make this long story short, I'll move on -- he and the wife divorced, he is now married to that woman he was seeing and she's pregnant with their kid(that'll be the 7th kid between them) and he's not been preaching until recently he has now signed up to be head pastor of some church in the burbs.&lt;br /&gt;Enough time has passed for me, that I'm over the lies and stuff. So I Facebook Friended him, and signed up for his DEVOtionals on his web site. I've always loved his style of preaching and found his messages to be just what I wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;The MF ignored my Facebook Friend request, and didn't send any DEVOtionals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing he isn't preaching these days about forgiveness (he obviously forgets the number of times I defended him before the truth could no longer be ignored) and lying and adultery.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to learn??? It's really a shame. Even when I give someone like this another chance, he just &lt;em&gt;proves&lt;/em&gt; himself to be nothing more than a shyster and a false prophet.  He can preach til he's purple in the face, but actions speak much louder than words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5109453374459486709?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5109453374459486709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5109453374459486709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5109453374459486709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5109453374459486709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/momma-be-back.html' title='Momma Be Back!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5867919622971804310</id><published>2009-07-04T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:36:36.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>Ya'll know Momma is a planner. I can plan ahead like nobody's bidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in overdrive. We're fixin to go on a trip, and of course I'm already packed. Toots has been sick all week. Started as a middle ear infection, and has moved into bronchitis. Her doc switched her to augmetin, which is great coz it always kicks bronchitis' ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark is taking his BFF, who also gets along very well with Toots - so it'll be cool to have the kids all doing their own thing (somewhat) and a tad more relaxing than entertaining two kids on a trip! Mr Wonderful and I used to say when we took the kids to Disneyworld - that's a working trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's more into the Relaxing Trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any travel tips, pass them along!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5867919622971804310?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5867919622971804310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5867919622971804310' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5867919622971804310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5867919622971804310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6058491039830943392</id><published>2009-07-02T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:32:16.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Thursday</title><content type='html'>Yes, children, the heat wave here in Houston continues. Got in my truck this afternoon, and the outside temp was 110. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursed a hangover most of the morning - cured with a chili dog and peach iced tea from Sonic. Elle is right - GREASE is the word for a hangover!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with my girls last night - fun, easy, no drama, just friends and relaxing laughter. Took my chicken curry spinach salad which was a hit. I had not made it in a while, and Mr Wonderful loves it so much, I am glad I made it again. here's my recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2 pounds fresh spinach&lt;br /&gt;3 red delicious apples&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup raisins&lt;br /&gt;2 bunches green onions&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons of roasted sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;cooked chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup white vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon tabasco&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the apples, chicken, apples, and green onions in the food processor because I like it all chopped up. Just mix all the things together, and toss with the dressing!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yummmy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my top 3 fav movies, &lt;em&gt;Urban Cowboy&lt;/em&gt;, is on so I have to go sit in front of my TV and catch me some Bud and Sissy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6058491039830943392?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6058491039830943392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6058491039830943392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6058491039830943392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6058491039830943392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-thursday.html' title='Hot Thursday'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1042483881265899298</id><published>2009-06-30T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:03:07.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>Howdy Kids - Yes, Momma has not been a great blogger of late.  Toots was sick over the weekend - ended up being a bad middle ear infection.  Then catching up on appointments - everything to gettting Shark's wisdom teeth surgery consultation, to Toots' orthodontist check up.  Just busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is thundering outside again, which makes Momma very happy with high hopes of rain.  I.  Wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to blog about, so I'm gonna go visit my fav blogs and say hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  I hear RAIN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1042483881265899298?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1042483881265899298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1042483881265899298' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1042483881265899298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1042483881265899298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5763436592737709205</id><published>2009-06-25T15:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:15:26.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Birdie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SkPaZ0Lb1iI/AAAAAAAABJE/n_USJ0UBiSs/s1600-h/babybirdie+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SkPaZ0Lb1iI/AAAAAAAABJE/n_USJ0UBiSs/s200/babybirdie+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351360919284471330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I went out to the front yard, I saw this sweet little baby birdie by the oak. Its Momma was nearby, and looked as if she was teaching it to fly. Later, I saw the Momma Birdie sitting almost on top of Baby. Then, she flew up onto a branch. I was so hoping little Baby Birdie would follow. I am so worried that an animal (please don't let it be one of my vicious felines!!) will capture this baby - or that it will starve or die of thirst. It looks so sad and so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were in bed watching the news on TV. It was 97 degrees at 10:30PM. Today it has already reached 103 on my truck's outside temp gauge. I am not sure I remember the last time it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to top it off, I am hearing about alllll these camps that have kids wall to wall in the infirmaries with SWINE FLU! Luckily Toots doesn't go away to camp until August - and if they're having a flu outbreak there then, she will stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know a cool weather &amp; rain dance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5763436592737709205?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5763436592737709205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5763436592737709205' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5763436592737709205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5763436592737709205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-birdie.html' title='Baby Birdie!!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SkPaZ0Lb1iI/AAAAAAAABJE/n_USJ0UBiSs/s72-c/babybirdie+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-613176527137047387</id><published>2009-06-24T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:08:02.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with a Teenage Girl 101</title><content type='html'>Today I mustered up the strength to go shopping with my 13 year old Toots. Mind you, I LOVE spending time with her - she's a good girl. Just not when we're shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma doesn't like to shop. And Momma especially doesn't like to shop with someone who likes to look at &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; in the store. At least in Justice, where the lines are painfully always long, there was a place for me to perch my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had lunch, stopped off at a store, Toots got some shorts and a t-shirt. Then onto Justice, then she had an appointment at Apple at the genius bar - she had a question about her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole other story - why does a 13 year old have an iphone, you ask. Simple -- last summer she had 5 books to read for school. Big ones - from school - and it's usually a pull to get her to read that many books on her vacation. She asked for an iphone, so Mr Wonderful told her that if she read her books without being asked once, he would buy the phone. We did not think this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;Yup - you guessed it. She read all 5 - all before she left for camp in August - without being asked once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway - she got her question resolved - and so we trekked around the Galleria a few hundred more times. Tip - Do not wear flip flops when shopping with a teenage girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could dress her in Oilily and all those cute things I put on her when she was a little one. All those sweet little white cotton dresses from the Gap with her name monogrammed in pink on the front.&lt;br /&gt;She would no more wear that stuff now than fly to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;She's now more of the Nike shorts and fun t-shirts kinda girl. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just that it takes her 75 trips around the store to find&lt;em&gt; just the right ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Toots at the Apple genius bar totally mortified that her dork mother took a picture.....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SkLZnzsMRhI/AAAAAAAABI8/PAcrTaqARzE/s1600-h/geniusbar+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SkLZnzsMRhI/AAAAAAAABI8/PAcrTaqARzE/s200/geniusbar+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078585183258130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-613176527137047387?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/613176527137047387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=613176527137047387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/613176527137047387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/613176527137047387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping-with-teenage-girl-101.html' title='Shopping with a Teenage Girl 101'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SkLZnzsMRhI/AAAAAAAABI8/PAcrTaqARzE/s72-c/geniusbar+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8532070041997135603</id><published>2009-06-23T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:45:49.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la France!!!</title><content type='html'>I suppose you've read by now that French pres Sarkozy has stated that France will not welcome burqas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell you how much I HATE the practice and acceptance of women forced to wear burqas. Not that Momma has ever worn one - although I wish I did have one for certain occasions - I find it utterly revolting that women are forced to wear them so the men will not be tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two frickin words here - &lt;em&gt;Self. Control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would never allow a &lt;em&gt;race&lt;/em&gt; of human beings to be so isolated and repressed. Never. Ever. Can you imagine if there were a religion that made all Hispanic men cover up because Hispanic men were tempting to another group? I really dislike when religion is taken so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total horse pooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much more fun note, I played a fun round of golf today in this immense Houston heat.&lt;br /&gt;Thank GAWD I don't have to wear a burqa. Although, there is a dining room at our club where women are not allowed during the week - only men.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think they would let me in there for lunch if I wore a burqa???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8532070041997135603?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8532070041997135603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8532070041997135603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8532070041997135603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8532070041997135603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-la-france.html' title='Viva la France!!!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6382365336917958068</id><published>2009-06-21T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:19:38.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day! I haven't reached my dad yet who I am sure is playing golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also our 23rd anniversary! Mr Wonderful and I spent last night at the ZaZa, which we love! It's just a few blocks from home, but we feel like we're in another city there. We had so much fun last night. I wanted to smoke - no, I have not kicked it, YET - so we sat out on the ledge. It's an area just off the restaurant where one can smoke. There was a nice breeze, and even though it was 400 degrees, it was nice out there. Lots of other smokers began showing up as the evening progressed, and we all ended up hanging out and talking all evening. It was so much fun! That bar is one happening place! It was great time - slept in this morning, had breakfast and came home. Kids were excited to celebrate both Father's Day and our anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy today and hug a dad - chances are they will appreciate it and love the attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6382365336917958068?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6382365336917958068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6382365336917958068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6382365336917958068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6382365336917958068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6245023068485944791</id><published>2009-06-18T15:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:42:49.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Stuff</title><content type='html'>Mommas has Better Stuff to think about that N.I. and her shizzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Momma just popped a divine little Reese's cup in my mouth.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sjqli7m7hSI/AAAAAAAABI0/nNKDgtqFRhA/s1600-h/ReesesMini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sjqli7m7hSI/AAAAAAAABI0/nNKDgtqFRhA/s200/ReesesMini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348769526990996770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, so damn good in one little bite. Just heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lamander is coming to town from Denver for the weekend, and I have the honor of hosting her and some friends for dinner tomorrow night. Can't wait! so I've been in The Kitchen fixin up some yummies for dinner. Love doing that, and it is one of my favorite things to do! I'll post a few pix after the party - should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6245023068485944791?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6245023068485944791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6245023068485944791' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6245023068485944791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6245023068485944791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-stuff.html' title='Better Stuff'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sjqli7m7hSI/AAAAAAAABI0/nNKDgtqFRhA/s72-c/ReesesMini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6636725719257095580</id><published>2009-06-17T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:43:46.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Info</title><content type='html'>Hey Kids - A few of you have asked about getting the camera that Joe The Master filmed the underwater Toots footage - and here's the &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/bnh/controller/home?O=search&amp;A=search&amp;Q=&amp;ci=0&amp;sb=ps&amp;sq=desc&amp;sortDrop=Relevance&amp;ac=&amp;bsi=&amp;bhs=t&amp;shs=Stylus+TOUGH+8000&amp;ci=1082&amp;basicSubmit=Submit+Query"&gt;link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your kind comments regarding the devastating attack from NI. I had a long cry last night, and went to bed. Things always seem a tad better in the morning, and I suppose they do today. I wish it would STOP! This Campaign Against Momma has lasted since we were married 23 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; better to do than to be mean and ugly to someone???  Do someone nice for someone today - you'll be glad you did and you'll make your Momma here very happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6636725719257095580?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6636725719257095580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6636725719257095580' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6636725719257095580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6636725719257095580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/camera-info.html' title='Camera Info'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6612033827543936276</id><published>2009-06-16T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:12:10.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On Kids - It's a Momma Rant</title><content type='html'>So, Momma is so pissed this afternoon I'm literally shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Nameless Individual (NI) told my son's school director that she oh so wants to see our kids and misses them oh so much, but that MOMMA is the problem. Basically, NI can't see our kids without Momma's Approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were EVER a lie, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 14 years, Mr Wonderful and I have&lt;em&gt; begged &lt;/em&gt; NI to spend one hour a year with each child. The response is consistently, &lt;em&gt;I have to go through my mail&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;I'm busy in my garden!&lt;/em&gt; Just last week Mr Wonderful asked NI to have Shark over for a hour. Same response - too busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 14 years of this shizzz, &lt;strong&gt;One Quits Asking.&lt;/strong&gt; Right? I mean, isn't the definition of a crazy person is one who keeps doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome each time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Plus, Momma does not play games. Never once have I been ugly, disrespectful or mean to NI. But this is the final straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blamed since the Dawn of The Marriage (23 years ago as of this Sunday!) that I've pulled Mr Wonderful away from his family. Now it's me keeping the kids away from NI.  NI has never one time taken an ounce of responsibility for anything - it's always Evil Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am so pissed and so irritated. WTF?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6612033827543936276?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6612033827543936276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6612033827543936276' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6612033827543936276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6612033827543936276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/hold-on-kids-its-momma-rant.html' title='Hold On Kids - It&apos;s a Momma Rant'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6669347029348999987</id><published>2009-06-13T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:14:36.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73fe9ce579b9f2d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73fe9ce579b9f2d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332546848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507DDACF9C59D2183656972B6FD4D4C58617184B.7126DBBD0E8975927B001675634537E7CCFA7069%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73fe9ce579b9f2d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8Lq5VzzwL8WZ6ry_b6ow1NyEwfQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73fe9ce579b9f2d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332546848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507DDACF9C59D2183656972B6FD4D4C58617184B.7126DBBD0E8975927B001675634537E7CCFA7069%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73fe9ce579b9f2d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8Lq5VzzwL8WZ6ry_b6ow1NyEwfQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras are so cool nowadays!!  Cousin Joe (a.k.a. The Master) took this video of Toots in our pool with his way-kewl camera the other night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6669347029348999987?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=73fe9ce579b9f2d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6669347029348999987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6669347029348999987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6669347029348999987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6669347029348999987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cameras-are-so-cool-nowadays-cousin-joe.html' title=''/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4424961179773090896</id><published>2009-06-09T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:53:23.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who R U Talking To????</title><content type='html'>I swear, the number of people I see on their phones in their cars astounds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I talk on my phone while driving. Not all the time, but sometimes. However, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;am able to talk &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; maintain the speed of the traffic I am in, &lt;em&gt;as well as &lt;/em&gt;stay in one fricking lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I passed a lot of cars today because the car was swerving or going slowly. And as I pass, lo and behold the drivers are on the damn phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma lurves her some good gossip more than the next driver, but &lt;em&gt;honey, puhleeze&lt;/em&gt;, if you can't drive with the big Mommas, stay the hell at home!  Or least get off the road when Momma is coming through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who commented on Mr Hot As All Fricking Get Out. I am especially honored that &lt;a href="http://honeywine.wordpress.com/"&gt;Honeywine&lt;/a&gt; is now a registered user! I finally got some sleep last night and stopped thinking about His Hotness. Not totally, but enough for the benadryl to kick in and let me get some shut eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4424961179773090896?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4424961179773090896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4424961179773090896' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4424961179773090896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4424961179773090896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-r-u-talking-to.html' title='Who R U Talking To????'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4878242872443450856</id><published>2009-06-08T17:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:30:14.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Wrong?</title><content type='html'>I want to preface this post with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ya'll know I adore my husband, and honestly, Mr Wonderful is the Love of My Life! I could never love anyone as much as I love him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, recently I came across a man so deliciously handsome it was downright criminal. I couldn't even talk to him coz I was afraid he would be able to read the scroll going across my forehead "YOU ARE SO DAMN HOT!" I couldn't even look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to Mr Wonderful how handsome I thought said stud was, and he agreed that this fella is a good lookin' man - and I didn't say anything else. Not that I wasn't thinking it. I didn't want to hurt Mr Wonderful's feelings, and there was really nothing more to say. But oh my --- my, oh my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Dr Laura say about 2 weeks ago something on this topic - Most of us look, and most of us imagine(ooohhh yesssss...) but the line not to cross, of course, is doing something about it. I can easily and happily say I would never do anything - I truly adore and love my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do not notice other men. I mean, I'll notice how a man is dressed, great eyes, has good or bad teeth - things like that. But I can say I have not been breathless over a man's looks since college. I still get butterflies when I see my adorable husband in a buttondown and loafers. Or when he's laughing and being silly. He always makes me feel special.  He's &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt; a nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt like a school girl and laughed at myself. Is that wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4878242872443450856?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4878242872443450856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4878242872443450856' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4878242872443450856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4878242872443450856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-that-wrong.html' title='Is That Wrong?'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1685436325311709623</id><published>2009-06-06T12:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:14:06.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Golf Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Siqjb04Y0II/AAAAAAAABIs/zme0qXbSMOE/s1600-h/MEAandAWG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Siqjb04Y0II/AAAAAAAABIs/zme0qXbSMOE/s200/MEAandAWG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344263606275461250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an awesome week full of golf. Houston's humidity is not quite as bad as it always is, and that made it somewhat easier to get out there and start my addiction again. Yesterday, Toots and her gal pal had their Friday lesson, and then Momma took their adorable selves out to hit a few holes. Pretty dang impressive were these two! Toots and I intend to play every single weekday this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that, my children, makes Momma &lt;em&gt;ohsohappy!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1685436325311709623?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1685436325311709623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1685436325311709623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1685436325311709623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1685436325311709623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-golf-time.html' title='It&apos;s Golf Time!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Siqjb04Y0II/AAAAAAAABIs/zme0qXbSMOE/s72-c/MEAandAWG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8149705836002338009</id><published>2009-06-04T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:30:04.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf and My Gurrl - It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sig8QHjhDDI/AAAAAAAABIk/YOejbH6p1_8/s1600-h/meagolf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sig8QHjhDDI/AAAAAAAABIk/YOejbH6p1_8/s200/meagolf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343587205478681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Precious Muffin is learning to play golf - she loves it and she's pretty dang good if I may say so myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was her first time out on the course with me other than her lessons. We played 3 holes - and had so much fun! Wish we could play golf all day every day together! Who needs school anyway??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8149705836002338009?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8149705836002338009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8149705836002338009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8149705836002338009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8149705836002338009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/golf-and-my-gurrl-it-doesnt-get-any.html' title='Golf and My Gurrl - It Doesn&apos;t Get Any Better Than This!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sig8QHjhDDI/AAAAAAAABIk/YOejbH6p1_8/s72-c/meagolf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-823624626707852939</id><published>2009-06-03T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:48:53.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Siaaoov4iBI/AAAAAAAABIc/qn-HxZBUeQU/s1600-h/number17+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Siaaoov4iBI/AAAAAAAABIc/qn-HxZBUeQU/s200/number17+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343128030845372434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my ass back out on the golf course today. Played the back 9, shot a 56 (not bad considering I have picked up a golf club only once in 2 full years) and&lt;em&gt; LOVED LOVED &lt;/em&gt;it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this pic with my fancy smansie new IPhone on Number 17. I had just teed off and was getting ready for my second shot. This hole is par 5 - made it in 6. I did par number 14 - it's a par 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweaty and oh so happy out there. This is The Good Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-823624626707852939?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/823624626707852939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=823624626707852939' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/823624626707852939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/823624626707852939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Siaaoov4iBI/AAAAAAAABIc/qn-HxZBUeQU/s72-c/number17+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4136404141189129436</id><published>2009-06-02T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:06:04.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick This in My Mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SiWUCZCCOsI/AAAAAAAABIU/OSxTmJGxzlM/s1600-h/dudesdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SiWUCZCCOsI/AAAAAAAABIU/OSxTmJGxzlM/s200/dudesdog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342839301745031874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at it.  The Slawdog from Dude's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4136404141189129436?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4136404141189129436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4136404141189129436' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4136404141189129436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4136404141189129436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/stick-this-in-my-mouth.html' title='Stick This in My Mouth!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SiWUCZCCOsI/AAAAAAAABIU/OSxTmJGxzlM/s72-c/dudesdog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4353671906132827657</id><published>2009-06-02T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:40:23.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Monday Update</title><content type='html'>Just back from a quick 48 hours to Virginia - took the kids to see my parents. My mother drove me totally bat shit, but I did enjoy my dad - as did the kids! The weather was so fine - cool, breezy, sunny - awesome. Here in H Town we already have humidity, and if you've ever been here, you know what I mean about Houston's humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night on the plane, I sat next to a guy named Stephen who gave me his blog address. Please stop by his blog,&lt;a href="http://enganear.blogspot.com/"&gt; Enganear,&lt;/a&gt; and say hello. He says he doesn't get comments, so I bragged on all you kiddies in my Blogger Family about you all being such loyal readers and comment makers with hopes Stephen will begin getting comments. (So much for being subtle, huh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to have 2 slaw dogs - my favorite thing in the whole world. There's this little drive up curb service joint there that makes these hot dogs with mustard, chili and slaw. No one in Texas makes 'em like that, and they are &lt;em&gt;so dang good! &lt;/em&gt;Must be a regional thing. The dogs were the highlight of my trip - other than being with my dad. We were blessed with great travel weather - we fly 2 1/2 hours and drive 2 1/2 hours to get to their house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toots began her little job today as a junior counselor at our club in the summer camp -- Shark started the summer program at his school. I need to get moving and go hit some golf balls. I'm just so happy to be home I wanted to savor the time sitting here in my humble abode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am so happy Efen is back among us I could spit!! Now Efen, promise you won't stay gone so long next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4353671906132827657?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4353671906132827657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4353671906132827657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4353671906132827657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4353671906132827657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommas-monday-update.html' title='Momma&apos;s Monday Update'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3177586205983605265</id><published>2009-05-29T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:10:30.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday and Momma is Happy</title><content type='html'>Toots is Finally Finished with 7th grade!  Thank GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't visited&lt;a href="http://sumtingswong.blogspot.com/"&gt; Loni's World&lt;/a&gt; - please do!  Not only is she mighty techo-crafty with her image, but she is also on the Efen Alert!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Efen, we all love you, miss you, and need a fix.  It's time we heard about some Efen Idiot at the shop, or with sports tickets - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; we are all interested in how your dad is doing!  Get out of your Efen cave and write on your Efen blog!  EFFFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just switched over to allow anonymous comments.  If I have to delete one more EFEN STUPID one, it's over.  I will go back to only allowing registered ones. I apologize to my friend who needs that feature right now - she knows who she is - but we'll figure something out, my dear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3177586205983605265?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3177586205983605265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3177586205983605265' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3177586205983605265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3177586205983605265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-friday-and-momma-is-happy.html' title='It&apos;s Friday and Momma is Happy'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7082376411879832858</id><published>2009-05-28T07:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:12:41.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>Today is Toots' final final exam.  Only one today - Spanish.  It's her last full day - tomorrow is only a half day.  She is french fried exhausted, so I am happy for her (and me!) that it's almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day (Sunday) I am reading the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NY Times&lt;/span&gt; wedding section.  It's my favorite section of the Times on Sundays - many interesting weddings.  It fascinates me how they always tell what the bride's parents do, as well as the groom's.  Who cares??&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, there was this huge write up about these two women that got married.  The write up/article said one of the women was first attracted to the other when she knew the difference grammatically between &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Obviously I am a raving moron, because I do not know!  So, if you are looking for a grammar lesson today, one uses &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; after the words &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all, same, any, none, nothing, only,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as.&lt;/span&gt;  I probably won't remember this, but I did think it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where in the World is Efen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7082376411879832858?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7082376411879832858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7082376411879832858' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7082376411879832858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7082376411879832858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2642876887077143173</id><published>2009-05-27T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:41:26.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious</title><content type='html'>Momma has a curious streak running through her veins - Who is Visting from Horseshoe Bay???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2642876887077143173?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2642876887077143173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2642876887077143173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2642876887077143173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2642876887077143173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/curious.html' title='Curious'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7192170001163157456</id><published>2009-05-27T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:59:52.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Momma lurves her some short weeks!  It's already hump day, which is always a good thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's baby finally arrived after midnight, and she is adorable!!!  Her name is Emery, and she's healthy and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely stay asleep last night wondering when that little muffin was gonna make her debut, and then still so thrilled for our friend who has kicked cancer's nasty ass!!!  I'm just giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was at Costco the other day and got a big case of &lt;a href="http://www.lacroixwater.com/"&gt;La Croix waters.&lt;/a&gt;  It was so dang good - it's my new favorite sparkling bevvie.  No sugar, no sodium, no calories, no caffeine.  YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7192170001163157456?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7192170001163157456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7192170001163157456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7192170001163157456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7192170001163157456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8064515564045686061</id><published>2009-05-26T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:49:20.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Saga</title><content type='html'>The Smell in my truck is better. Lucky for Toots - I was on the verge of dismembering her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not gone entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some Incredible on it, scrubbed, soaked, and all that jazz and then let the rest set into the carpet. Then I stopped at Yankee Candle and picked up a few gel packs of fragrance for cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other exciting news, my cousin and his wife are having a baby today! She is currently in labor, and just got an epidural. &lt;br /&gt;Also received awesome news that our little friend battling tongue cancer does not need radiation, and the docs say her cancer is gone after chemo and surgery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for great news? Tell me some of your own news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8064515564045686061?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8064515564045686061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8064515564045686061' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8064515564045686061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8064515564045686061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/smelly-saga.html' title='Smelly Saga'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7046596440595762827</id><published>2009-05-25T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:49:33.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monday Off!</title><content type='html'>Momma has one to say to all her little kiddies - Isn't a Monday Off the BEST?! I've got Mr Wonderful here, and Momma doesn't have to drive one little person any-frickin-where! Collectively, let's all say AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Mr Wonderful and I stepped out to our latest find and loved it - &lt;a href="http://www.oporto.us/Home.htm"&gt;Oporto&lt;/a&gt;. The food was absolutely &lt;em&gt;incredible&lt;/em&gt; and their martinis were the best I've had in a while! So, get off your ass and come see Momma in Houston - we'll hang at Oporto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had tex-mex on the back porch and I made some bueno margies. Our friend John came over - he's in a cast coz he tore his Achilles tendon, and he just moved into an apartment coz he's going through a divorce. He very much loves his wife and wants it to work out - I feel so sad for him. Anyway, he was great fun and we had a wonderful time on the porch last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get in my car yesterday to go to Target, and there is a smell in my truck that is so bad, I almost threw up. Naturally, Momma was not calm and sweet - instead, I totally lost my shizzz. Totally. After removing everything from my truck, I find a lunch kit that Toots left in the floor, with an open chocolate milk that had drained into the carpet. Oh. Fuckin. Yes. I've got some guy that Shark knows from the gym working on it right now - he has a heavy duty car wash/vacuum thing. Momma is keeping her fingers and toes crossed that the wretched stench comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty Kiddies - As a wonderful man in Houston used to sign off the evening news every night - Good Golf, Good Tennis, Or Whatever Makes You Happy - Enjoy your Monday Off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7046596440595762827?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7046596440595762827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7046596440595762827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7046596440595762827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7046596440595762827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-off.html' title='A Monday Off!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4158928797343717669</id><published>2009-05-23T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:45:28.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Children - Momma Be Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ShgKhmxxmVI/AAAAAAAABIM/5yNJVYd51Hs/s1600-h/iPhone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ShgKhmxxmVI/AAAAAAAABIM/5yNJVYd51Hs/s200/iPhone.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339028930709002578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma got herself an IPhone yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, &lt;em&gt;anyone,&lt;/em&gt; please tell Momma how she ever lived without this amazing piece of fine technology??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I will never find myself bored in a waiting room or really anywhere ever again. This little puppy has everything under the sun on it. I was playing with the applications on it - there's everything from Yo Momma jokes to a lighter you blow out! I am guessing there is at least a million of these awesome little "apps" to install.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Momma has been living in a cave, Children! I had no idea this was so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it takes very little to excite Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was swabbed yesterday for the&lt;a href="http://www.marrow.org/"&gt; Bone Marrow Donor Program.&lt;/a&gt; If you are not in the registry, please consider doing so - you may just get a call one day to donate that literally saves a life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4158928797343717669?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4158928797343717669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4158928797343717669' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4158928797343717669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4158928797343717669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/momma-got-herself-iphone-yesterday.html' title='Oh Children - Momma Be Happy!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ShgKhmxxmVI/AAAAAAAABIM/5yNJVYd51Hs/s72-c/iPhone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1665518981278758577</id><published>2009-05-21T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:59:32.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Really a Light at the End of the Tunnel?</title><content type='html'>Yes, my cousin said today in an e-mail, "We are heading into the home stretch for the last day of school." Thank you Jeezzus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark is already out, but his school has a program in June and July, so he gets out a tad earlier in May. Toots' last day is May 29. Can I get another &lt;strong&gt;Thank you Jeezus?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;That kid has had so much work! Projects and tests, and then next week is final exams. No, she's not in medical school, she's in the 7th grade, my dears. She loves her school, but dangit, that kid is worn out and ready for a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is Momma. Now, my driving doesn't really lessen because I'm taking Shark to summer program, and Toots to her job (she's a junior counselor at our club) and then back again to pick up. But here's the good news - dinner is always so much more relaxed coz the kids aren't STARVING in the summer - they eat lunch when the want it instead of at a school time. There's so much nice time in the afternoons and evenings for &lt;em&gt;family time!&lt;/em&gt; We go for walks, play in the yard, play in the pool - just general fun stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here at Casa Moma, &lt;em&gt;we lurve us some relaxed family time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you, dear reader, in a home stretch? If so, what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1665518981278758577?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1665518981278758577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1665518981278758577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1665518981278758577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1665518981278758577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-there-really-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Is There Really a Light at the End of the Tunnel?'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3823880178110110108</id><published>2009-05-16T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:37:36.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toots is Home!</title><content type='html'>We picked up a very happy and non-stop talking Toots last night at the airport. She had the time of her life in Colorado! She loved everything - from the hiking and the views, to the white water rafting and fetching water from the river. She took every single second in and savored it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, Toots has always been my ally in talking Mr Wonderful into beach vacations. He and Shark always want to do the hiking and adventure type stuff. &lt;em&gt;Not Momma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Toots is on the Adventure Vacation kick! Luckily we have a beach vacation already planned for this summer, but I'm afraid I'm outnumbered from here on out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Toots matured just a tad, and certainly has a delightful sense of calm and accomplishment!! Isn't that just the BEST?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3823880178110110108?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3823880178110110108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3823880178110110108' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3823880178110110108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3823880178110110108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/toots-is-home.html' title='Toots is Home!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4876206434655157689</id><published>2009-05-15T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:07:53.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>First, let me thank all of the Awesome Bloggers out there who offered advice and support for my Non Smoking Campaign. I made it through last night without so much as a desire for a smoke. Now, I didn't have a drink, which is the true test, but I am optimistic! I've printed out your comments, and will read them when I have The Urge.  So thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto much, much more fun things - &lt;strong&gt;MY GIRL IS COMING HOME TONIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt; Can I tell you chickens how MUCH I've missed that little muffin? I am so excited for that plane to land I can hardly stand it! Even Shark said he missed Toots. Hard to believe actually....but....nice to hear anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the second half of the Real Housewives of New York Reunion last night. If you don't watch this show, you can get caught up coz Bravo has reruns all the time. I love this show. I love all the Real Housewife shows. Last night was such a doozie - that Kelly is a whackadoodle. She's &lt;em&gt;one of those people&lt;/em&gt; who is always so right and never wrong - that she can't even &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; anything other than what she thinks. I have a sister in law just like her - ECK! I like watching the others, and like them despite Ramona's craZZZy eyes and wild tantrums (like I should talk, but I digress...) Anywhooo, fun entertainment and quite the mindless way to vegetate on the sofa! Awww but it was relaxing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4876206434655157689?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4876206434655157689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4876206434655157689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4876206434655157689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4876206434655157689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-friday.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Finally &lt;/em&gt;Friday'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2346748925783248949</id><published>2009-05-14T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:30:34.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day</title><content type='html'>OK, I've said that many times, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean I didn't mean it or try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, quitting smoking, that is. Yup kiddies, Momma smokes a nasty straight one when she's got a drink in her hand. Otherwise, I find smoking disgusting. How weird is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a great book (in addition to the one I told you children about the other day) called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Not-Die-Surprising-Healthier/dp/0307409147/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1242311121&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;How Not To Die.&lt;/a&gt; I love Dr G and her show on Discovery Health.  She writes a great chapter on smoking - so when I read it I swear I will never smoke again.  Then I have a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Momma's not an idiot and I know that smoking is the number one very worst thing I can do regarding my health. Normally I would not even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about smoking. But I guess I associate drinking with smoking, and they go together for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Momma &lt;em&gt;really really really&lt;/em&gt; wants to quit. Entirely and completely. It's easy to say when it's 9:30 in the morning, and the idea of lighting up turns my stomach. That smell - ewwwww! But that will change when I have a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips from former smokers who have stopped?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2346748925783248949?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2346748925783248949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2346748925783248949' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2346748925783248949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2346748925783248949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-493891673461217953</id><published>2009-05-13T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:54:30.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SgsIFN1IssI/AAAAAAAABIE/v0HyAG-bzWE/s1600-h/sick_resize.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SgsIFN1IssI/AAAAAAAABIE/v0HyAG-bzWE/s200/sick_resize.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335367069255381698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma is sidelined today with a tummy ache! Do I hear that collective &lt;strong&gt;OH NO!&lt;/strong&gt; from out there in Blogger World? Well, I certainly hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Children, I must have a bug in my gut, coz it sure isn't happy. Missed a board meeting this morning, and have been on the couch! Did manage to get my tickets online for the Lisa Lampanelli concert in Houston though. Gotta get the important stuff taken care of &lt;em&gt;fer shure!&lt;/em&gt; No matter how sick I am, Momma is not going to miss Lisa Lampanelli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy looking at the tracker on my blog and seeing from where all my visitors come! If you aren't a blogger, please drop me a note at casamommakitchen@aol.com and let me hear from you! I'd love to know how you stumbled into The Kitchen, and all about your town and just some good stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the couch. Time for a saltine or two. Jeez, I sure hope I loose a few pounds outa this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-493891673461217953?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/493891673461217953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=493891673461217953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/493891673461217953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/493891673461217953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/sickly-momma.html' title='Sickly Momma'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SgsIFN1IssI/AAAAAAAABIE/v0HyAG-bzWE/s72-c/sick_resize.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6713670977967707588</id><published>2009-05-12T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:35:37.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy and His Dang Law</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you're in a hurry you always hit the red lights? Or get behind a cab that has NO IDEA where he is so he's driving 10 mph? Or, my personal favorite, get stuck behind a Metro bus and not one single fool in the left lane will let you in to pass? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a meeting this morning early to get to my Dermo appointment on time. Now, seriously, &lt;em&gt;what was I thinkin'?&lt;/em&gt; Hurrying to get to a doctor appointment on time? Yes, I arrived right on time, but waited 20 minutes to see the doc. Not a biggie, but I did drive like a wild woman to be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got behind every imaginable slow driver, hit every red light, and got stuck behind 2 - count that &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; - metro buses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it on time - like I said - and ended up waiting but got some good stuff from the doc for my face. Love that retinol stuff!  Get ya some if you haven't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 35 degrees right now in Colorado where Toots is, and I hope she is enjoying herself. I miss her hugs and being with her - although Mr Wonderful reminds me to savor the time coz she'll be back soon enough - drama and all! Just love that little muffin so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6713670977967707588?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6713670977967707588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6713670977967707588' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6713670977967707588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6713670977967707588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/murphy-and-his-dang-law.html' title='Murphy and His Dang Law'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2177714764849328832</id><published>2009-05-11T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:56:25.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Report</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a great Mother's Day! Mine was very relaxing - hung out by the pool most of the very hot and humid day, and then we had our usual Sunday evening Tex Mex at Chuy's. Their margies are mucho good there - so I indulged. Hey, it was Mother's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove Toots out to the airport this morning. Her class is off for a week on a hiking and rafting trip in Colorado. She was a tad sad this morning - having a serious case of Mommyitis (yes, she's 13 going on 3 sometimes...) but was very excited when we got going to the airport. She barely said goodbye to me when I dropped her off! They will hike to the camp site this afternoon, and then raft, rock climb and hike more. 13 year old girls don't typically dream about these kinds of trips - she's much more the nice hotel room and room service kinda girl. But I think she'll end up having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an other subject, I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Money-Thomas-Thompson/dp/0786709472/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1242060784&amp;sr=8-15"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood and Money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I read this book years ago when I first married Mr Wonderful, but decided to read it again because I drive by The House twice a day everyday along my way to and from Shark's school. Plus, I recently met the cute couple that now lives in The House. Anyway, if you're looking for a fascinating read, this is it, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2177714764849328832?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2177714764849328832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2177714764849328832' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2177714764849328832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2177714764849328832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-report.html' title='Monday Report'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4914013127016489237</id><published>2009-05-08T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:54:31.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Stuff</title><content type='html'>Last night Mr Wonderful and I attended The Play after taking Toots and a friend to dinner. The kids did a &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; job - it was just great and I was very proud of every single one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have Toots at home. Took her to the doc to see what these little itchy bumps were on her tummy. Even though she has had the chicken pox vaccine and booster, I know lots of kids who have also had the vaccine and still had a mild case of chicken pox. Turns out they're just a bunch of bites - probably a spider. She has another appointment in a bit to have that knee looked at again - still growing and causing pain and swelling. Just part of growing up and being tall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend - what are your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4914013127016489237?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4914013127016489237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4914013127016489237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4914013127016489237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4914013127016489237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-stuff.html' title='Friday Stuff'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5662462035334444774</id><published>2009-05-07T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:45:49.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day and Not So Mushy</title><content type='html'>My Oh-So-Awesome cousin Kim sent me an e-mail this morning that started out my day with a major giggle!  Now I hope you can not relate to this, but I have lots of family and a few friends who most certainly can relate to this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Things my mother taught me during my formative years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt; "If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION.&lt;br /&gt;"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I said so, that's why." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;  "If you fall  off that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY.&lt;br /&gt; "Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.&lt;br /&gt; "Shut your mouth and eat your supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.&lt;br /&gt; "Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.&lt;br /&gt;   "You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;   "This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.&lt;br /&gt;  " If I've told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;   "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.&lt;br /&gt;  "Stop acting like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY.&lt;br /&gt;  "There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;  "Just wait until we get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;  "You are going to get it when you get home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;   "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP.&lt;br /&gt;   "Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;   "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.&lt;br /&gt;   "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS. &lt;br /&gt;    "You're just like your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.&lt;br /&gt;   "Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My mother taught me WISDOM.&lt;br /&gt;   "When you get to be my age, you'll understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.&lt;br /&gt;  "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard any of these???  My personal favortie as a child was number 13.  Oh yes, the joy and security of that remark.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5662462035334444774?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5662462035334444774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5662462035334444774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5662462035334444774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5662462035334444774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-and-not-so-mushy.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day and Not So Mushy'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3132377642778769400</id><published>2009-05-06T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:33:05.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Along</title><content type='html'>Thanks dear Blogger Family and readers. Your support means the world to me. I even ran into my awesome neighbor today at&lt;a href="http://www.thompsonhanson.com/"&gt; Tiny Boxwoods Cafe&lt;/a&gt; asking how I was feeling. Apparently she reads my blog - thanks awesome neighbor Ann!  It's quite the flattering thought to know your uber-busy neighbor with 3 young girls takes the time to read.  Maybe this helps with insomnia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been further developments with what happened on Monday - but I won't discuss anymore of the details. Suffice it to say the more you stir shizz, the worse it stinks. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll probably know how much Momma hates to shop. Seriously. However, Momma does like to shop online. Here are a few of my latest fav finds - set yourself up with a least one of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinyprints.com/shop/photo-notes-stationery.htm"&gt;Tiny prints stationary.&lt;/a&gt; Not only is the paper great quality, you can download your own pictures to go on your stationary - really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gingersnapsetc.org/"&gt;Gingersnaps&lt;/a&gt; - oh yea!!! Honestly, so dang good - and those cheese crackers - OMG! If you need to send a gift - or just want to spoil yourself, this is the easy place to click! And, it benefits The Center serving persons with mental retardation - it's a win-win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other favorites is &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/"&gt;Boden&lt;/a&gt;. You can't go wrong with Boden! I was going to point out their especially awesome large rings that are inexpensive, but they are all sold out. That's one thing I've learned about ordering from Boden, if you want it, order it then. If ya don't, it'll sell out lickety split!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gang, I'm off to veg and lick my wounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3132377642778769400?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3132377642778769400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3132377642778769400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3132377642778769400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3132377642778769400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-along.html' title='Coming Along'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8732316425688800981</id><published>2009-05-02T23:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:04:40.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Friends</title><content type='html'>These are the days - we will all remember with love and fondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Momma Family has had such a blessed and wonderful weekend. We had dinner tonight with two couples who are very old and very dear friends - both kids had multiple friends over and loads fun! How awesome are friends??  Friends are so important, and truly you can never have too many!  But having true friends and good friends that you can trust - now that's a powerful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I just add that I love my friends and value the ones that value me and my children and husband greatly - and I love being with all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be MIA of late - but I am BUSY BUSY with the play - which I LOVE - and looking forward to catching up with everyone in my Blogger Family very soon - the play is on May 7 - both performances - and life will return to "normal" then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Sunday filled with friends, relaxation, and good health.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8732316425688800981?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8732316425688800981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8732316425688800981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8732316425688800981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8732316425688800981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/power.html' title='The Power of Friends'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2873606784756088020</id><published>2009-04-27T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:19:13.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R U Pig Sick??</title><content type='html'>Momma sure hopes not! I'm thinking I'll keep all the little children in this house well with lots of hand washing and fresh squeezed orange juice. Let's hope that's enuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a few e-mails from Blogger World asking where I've been - thanks - I appreciate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Momma has been mighty dang busy with that play I'm working on - putting in about 4 hours a day - and that's in addition to the Slave Job I have here at Casa Momma! I'm still really having a great time with it - it's so fun! Problem is, the only down time I have is at night - so that's when I get in my exercise and (hopefully) a shower! I haven't touched much of anything on my computer except checking a few e-mails -- so if i haven't gotten back to you, have no fear - I will! Eventually. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get dinner on the table - so stay well, wash your hands, and be good little kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2873606784756088020?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2873606784756088020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2873606784756088020' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2873606784756088020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2873606784756088020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/r-u-pig-sick.html' title='R U Pig Sick??'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1514783336839571452</id><published>2009-04-23T00:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:47:52.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I am WIDE AWAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se_-_ahEhmI/AAAAAAAABH0/dT-lTWu0jys/s1600-h/snoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se_-_ahEhmI/AAAAAAAABH0/dT-lTWu0jys/s320/snoring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327757249605830242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I did not take my Benadryl just as I got into bed. Truly - never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to repeat myself, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 1AM, and I am up. My darling husband is snoring SO LOUDLY that Helen Keller would be awake! Normally, I would not know because I would have taken a Benadryl and slept like a baby. Sleep being the operative word here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Momma knows she also snores. But my darling husband is never awake because he is asleep. So it has never been an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I just popped that precious little pink pill into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SfAAPAKS1pI/AAAAAAAABH8/n84p6Qh_Atk/s1600-h/benadryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SfAAPAKS1pI/AAAAAAAABH8/n84p6Qh_Atk/s200/benadryl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327758616920512146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will go back to bed and try again. I actually did think about sleeping on the couch. But the truth is I won't sleep AT ALL on the couch, and I can go back to the comfy bed and turn on the TV. It's not like The Snore Machine will hear it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1514783336839571452?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1514783336839571452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1514783336839571452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1514783336839571452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1514783336839571452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-i-am-wide-awake.html' title='Hello, I am WIDE AWAKE!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se_-_ahEhmI/AAAAAAAABH0/dT-lTWu0jys/s72-c/snoring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3397839550881346017</id><published>2009-04-21T16:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:44:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAT ATTACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se49p1FGoMI/AAAAAAAABHs/AKR4tj-1lmc/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se49p1FGoMI/AAAAAAAABHs/AKR4tj-1lmc/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327263198058291394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the present left just outside our bedroom porch door.  I suppose one of my cats brought this lovely fat treasure as a gift (what ever happened to Cartier instead??) but no thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perils of inner city life, I suppose.  But still.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3397839550881346017?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3397839550881346017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3397839550881346017' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3397839550881346017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3397839550881346017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/rat-attack.html' title='RAT ATTACK!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se49p1FGoMI/AAAAAAAABHs/AKR4tj-1lmc/s72-c/DSC_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1781712971270987216</id><published>2009-04-21T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:34:16.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tid Bits</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy morning around here. Our alarm starting acting up again at 4:00AM - the police were here right away, which was nice, but after I got up to go talk to them and let them know everything is okay, I was WIDE AWAKE. Stood outside and talked to them for a bit - great guys. Our neighborhood is downtown, and a 2 square mile radius incorporated city within the city -- so we have our own fire and police departments. It's really cool because they are johnny on the spot when you need them! So I'm waiting for the alarm folks to get that part they need to fix this devil today. Ya know, &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;bedtime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of April and the first of May is called Heaven here in H-town. See, right now H-town stands for Heaven. During our summers, the H then stands for Hell. There's an old saying, Houston was named Houston because Hell was already taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's absolutely gorgeous outside - 82 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, and only a tiny bit of that dreaded Houston humidity. Got in a very long walk/run today - which was divine! Sat by the pool and read for a bit (yes, I needed that!) and just took a shower! Such a simple thing to do, but often a missed activity in the life of a busy mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - tell me about your Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1781712971270987216?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1781712971270987216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1781712971270987216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1781712971270987216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1781712971270987216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-tid-bits.html' title='Tuesday Tid Bits'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4948581856070107262</id><published>2009-04-20T18:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:43:40.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Just Got!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se0FGgFHwXI/AAAAAAAABHk/60NPK04ckJ0/s1600-h/countess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se0FGgFHwXI/AAAAAAAABHk/60NPK04ckJ0/s320/countess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326919543497933170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, The Countess' book. No, of course I didn't buy it, I won it from my good friends over at &lt;a href="http://therealoc2nyc2atl.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Housewives Just Got More Real.&lt;/a&gt; How totally cool is that? Many thanks for not only a superb-o blog, but also having a contest that I can actually win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my kinda contest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been another whacko-crazy day with more to do than there are hours. I look like a hag! I was so rushed today that I drove over to Shark's school which is about 25-30 minutes in traffic away to pick him up for some post-braces dental x-rays out in EBF at 1:30. Just as I get there, I realize I don't have the order from the Orthodontist, and his office is still closed for lunch. Rushed back home and called the x-ray place to reschedule. The woman was very nice - but I was so irritated that I forgot to take that one piece of paper along.&lt;br /&gt;Can you say &lt;strong&gt;too much on my plate??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a roasted turkey breast out of the oven, and put in a sweet potato casserole. I am getting ready to mix up that field green salad that I make and have us a good dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto something really important: Was last night's &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt; the one where Edie gets killed? I can NOT believe I missed it! How did that whack job husband of hers do it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4948581856070107262?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4948581856070107262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4948581856070107262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4948581856070107262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4948581856070107262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-what-i-just-got.html' title='Look What I Just Got!!!!!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Se0FGgFHwXI/AAAAAAAABHk/60NPK04ckJ0/s72-c/countess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1793424557453410213</id><published>2009-04-19T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:41:24.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stuff</title><content type='html'>Hello Bloggers - I'm sorry I've been MIA of late.  I've been really overwhelmed in so many areas, I have not had time to sit down and think of a topic and then write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been helping out with a play at Toots' school - she's not in it - it's for another class.  I've &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; loved it so much!  What an awesome group of kids.  I've loved this so much, that I think when I go back to teaching I will teach middle schoolers.  Not that I don't LOVE teaching first grade, but those middle schoolers are a true delight in every sense of the word.  I can not express how fun they are to work with on this play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in addition to my driving all over Houston (remember, my kids are at different schools - across town from one another) and cooking for families here with MDACC, my volunteer activities, I still have a family and take care of them!  I know it's not as impressive as a full-time job, but it takes every minute of every day, and that's why I haven't been on the Blog Circuit lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had dinner with an uber-cool couple.  They're a tad older than us - She is Mr Wonderful's lawyer, and He, also a lawyer, is dad to a girl I had in a second grade class that was my all-time favorite student ever.  LOVE these two!  They're bright, funny, engaging, and n-o-r-m-a-l.  Do you ever reach a point where you just don't know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; to do about some things?  Like, do you tell someone who said some ugly things that those things cut too deep, or let it go?  It's already been said - so why re-hash it and then try go back to where it began?  &lt;br /&gt;That's where I am today - full of questions and low on time to get things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1793424557453410213?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1793424557453410213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1793424557453410213' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1793424557453410213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1793424557453410213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-stuff.html' title='Sunday Stuff'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8119161488615019898</id><published>2009-04-15T18:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:59:46.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Pictures</title><content type='html'>Ok, here are the pix I promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, here are Toots and AA at the Hyatt Lost Pines having a ball in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1NkY2-cI/AAAAAAAABG0/hXcR5ndjgRI/s1600-h/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1NkY2-cI/AAAAAAAABG0/hXcR5ndjgRI/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325072485378881986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are riding on a bike just a tad too small.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1bbHD2pI/AAAAAAAABG8/uq9CCjGL-uc/s1600-h/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1bbHD2pI/AAAAAAAABG8/uq9CCjGL-uc/s320/DSC_0436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325072723406477970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have the awesome Mr Wonderful just hanging out---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1ni0Wd8I/AAAAAAAABHE/vQYh42ApdRk/s1600-h/DSC_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1ni0Wd8I/AAAAAAAABHE/vQYh42ApdRk/s320/DSC_0428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325072931633919938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Pam hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1yyNr9SI/AAAAAAAABHM/05yDy36dwQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1yyNr9SI/AAAAAAAABHM/05yDy36dwQ0/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325073124745278754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, The Shark without braces - and a kool aid mustache....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeaCpDN5PGI/AAAAAAAABHc/OewlkWeBZsY/s1600-h/DSC_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeaCpDN5PGI/AAAAAAAABHc/OewlkWeBZsY/s320/DSC_0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325087251162020962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8119161488615019898?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8119161488615019898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8119161488615019898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8119161488615019898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8119161488615019898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/promised-pictures.html' title='Promised Pictures'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SeZ1NkY2-cI/AAAAAAAABG0/hXcR5ndjgRI/s72-c/DSC_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5840962653737541786</id><published>2009-04-14T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:43:57.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark</title><content type='html'>So today - after almost 2 years, Shark got his braces off! I have not had time to take a picture yet today, but I promise to get to that! He is so excited - his teeth look great - and he is really thrilled to be able to floss again so easily! Toots has hers for about another year - which pissed her off to the MAX when Shark showed off his pearly whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you all I got bangs last week? I had let my old bangs grow out over the course of the last year or two - and like an idiot, I decided to go for them again. My (now former) hair cutter guy cut the bangs WAY too short - and he really chopped them. Momma's is too old for that look. The good news is that my hair grows like a weed (and sometimes looks like weeds) and they will be out in no time. Or at least I hope they will grow out in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5840962653737541786?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5840962653737541786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5840962653737541786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5840962653737541786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5840962653737541786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/shark.html' title='Shark'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8686424298392501426</id><published>2009-04-13T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:32:12.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Relaxation</title><content type='html'>We are back from a few days at the &lt;a href="http://lostpines.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/index.jsp"&gt;Hyatt Lost Pines&lt;/a&gt; near Austin. Not only did we talk Mr Wonderful into taking a few days off, we also were joined by fun friends Pam her daughter AA. Everyone had a fun, cozy, super relaxing and VERY needed break!! I'll get around to posting the few pix I took - soon, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am helping out with the 8th grade play at Toots' school. She's not in 8th grade - which makes it easier to work with the kids - but it is taking a good hour or two out of my tiny window in the day of getting anything done. Add in Toots playing lacrosse, my community work, my husband's work schedule and travel schedule, and everything else - I've been too busy to sit down and touch base with all of blogger buddies. Doesn't mean I haven't missed you all though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upward and onward, it's time to get settled back in for the week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8686424298392501426?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8686424298392501426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8686424298392501426' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8686424298392501426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8686424298392501426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-relaxation.html' title='Easter Relaxation'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4521488555673596708</id><published>2009-04-06T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:40:29.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday Momma</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all this Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably now know, Mr Wonderful and I hosted &lt;a href="http://abovethecloudsitssunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt; and Husband, and&lt;a href="http://ourtimeintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt; Gator Girl&lt;/a&gt; plus Mr Engineer! They have posted numerous pictures - which promptly prompted me to toss away that dress - I look like a COW in it - which only show half of all the fun! It was a great evening, and then &lt;a href="http://dhchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;El Jefe&lt;/a&gt; stopped by!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super swamped today, and this week is gonna be a busy one. I may not get much written, but I promise to stalk and comment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4521488555673596708?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4521488555673596708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4521488555673596708' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4521488555673596708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4521488555673596708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/manic-monday-momma.html' title='Manic Monday Momma'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6272312417083951599</id><published>2009-04-03T22:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:03:15.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7th Grade Spring Dance</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the 7th Grade Dance at Toots' school.  She had a few friends over for quick hambergers and hot dogs before the dance - Momma took a few pix beforehand 0 enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbZ_a2-6QI/AAAAAAAABFs/aRoK8Bbu5ZA/s1600-h/DSC_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbZ_a2-6QI/AAAAAAAABFs/aRoK8Bbu5ZA/s320/DSC_0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320679693349742850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbaJ3H0axI/AAAAAAAABF0/CmXQCe4y25A/s1600-h/DSC_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbaJ3H0axI/AAAAAAAABF0/CmXQCe4y25A/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320679872735243026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbafhnKPZI/AAAAAAAABGE/Fo05QjgsJ6g/s1600-h/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbafhnKPZI/AAAAAAAABGE/Fo05QjgsJ6g/s320/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680244918238610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbaqhjP3GI/AAAAAAAABGM/wa1fJ5Mw2e4/s1600-h/DSC_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbaqhjP3GI/AAAAAAAABGM/wa1fJ5Mw2e4/s320/DSC_0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680433880390754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbbJQrAi3I/AAAAAAAABGc/6ra3sd-v1XE/s1600-h/DSC_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbbJQrAi3I/AAAAAAAABGc/6ra3sd-v1XE/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680961925483378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbbT46As0I/AAAAAAAABGk/T7oVJB8yWJM/s1600-h/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbbT46As0I/AAAAAAAABGk/T7oVJB8yWJM/s320/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320681144524518210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbbeALR75I/AAAAAAAABGs/hz6hrsLPGoI/s1600-h/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbbeALR75I/AAAAAAAABGs/hz6hrsLPGoI/s320/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320681318274690962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6272312417083951599?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6272312417083951599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6272312417083951599' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6272312417083951599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6272312417083951599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/7th-grade-spring-dance.html' title='The 7th Grade Spring Dance'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdbZ_a2-6QI/AAAAAAAABFs/aRoK8Bbu5ZA/s72-c/DSC_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2697102617796002884</id><published>2009-04-02T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:51:40.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well, well</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all the adorable comments to yesterday's post!  I had so much fun writing it - and have enjoyed your comments even more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also because I &lt;em&gt;desperately&lt;/em&gt; needed the mental break!  Toots is in Drama Overload  - And just some other things that have Momma really stressed and bogged down.  Worn out.  Need a break.  I am just about dead.  Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for your fun comments - they made me smile!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2697102617796002884?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2697102617796002884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2697102617796002884' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2697102617796002884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2697102617796002884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well, well'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8088930355291786749</id><published>2009-04-01T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:22:23.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW- What A Day!!!</title><content type='html'>First thing this morning at 5:00AM, Momma's alarm clock went off. Usually I roll around the bed barely moving 30 minutes later. This morning was different! Big plans were in store for Momma, who, once again, scored a very swanky day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up by the ABC limo at 6:00, and swiftly driven to Hobby airport and boarded a private plane for New York! I was accompanied by my adorable and handsome husband. Let me tell you about this jet - private attendant, full bar, and only 6 seats so plenty of room for Momma to stretch out my long legs and relax in big leather chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at La Guardia around 10:45, and was picked up there by limo as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I was the American Citizen Guest today on &lt;em&gt;The View!!&lt;/em&gt; If you missed, I will send you a video that is being posted on YouTube later tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got there and had hair and make up, and then met with the cast. First of all, Barbara Walters is stunning in person, and Elizabeth Hasselbeck is like a size 6X - T.I.N.Y! And the girl is preggers to boot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about life in Houston, my life the past week going to 3 swanky events and then The View, and basically that was it. It was tremendously exciting, and I loved every single minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home this afternoon at 3:00. Exciting and very short day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Did you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think my husband would take off a day from work??? April Fools....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8088930355291786749?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8088930355291786749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8088930355291786749' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8088930355291786749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8088930355291786749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-what-day.html' title='WOW- What A Day!!!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4618622930728553332</id><published>2009-03-31T14:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:45:00.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dressed and Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Momma scores big and gets to attend some swanky events here in Houston. Today I attended the 27th Annual Best Dressed Luncheon and Fashion Presentation benefiting March of Dimes. 10 women are honored each year, and not only are they big spenders on clothes, they do lots of good works for our community. When each one was introduced, they talked about their favorite designers and what/who they were wearing. I listened intently, but didn't once hear my favorite store (Target) mentioned. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Honorees were introduced, there was a presentation of Ralph Rucci's Fall Collection. Lots of cool clothes. Here in Houston we wear Fall clothes for like a weekend (or two if we get lucky) as it never really gets quite cold enough to go all the way to wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the much anticipated raffle drawing (I purchased 2 tickets and could barely breathe while they were drawing the names.) Damnit to hell I didn't win one of the 1 year first class ticket passes, 1 year free valet parking at Neiman Marcus, or the $5000 shopping spree at Neiman's nor the 4 day stay at Canyon Ranch! OH GAWD Momma was pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here are a few pix I took --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJx87bZY5I/AAAAAAAABFM/r50o-2JFq2k/s1600-h/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJx87bZY5I/AAAAAAAABFM/r50o-2JFq2k/s320/DSC_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319439401436668818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJyN1kdSII/AAAAAAAABFU/D-Dz7qQOK60/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJyN1kdSII/AAAAAAAABFU/D-Dz7qQOK60/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319439691921836162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJyaRn7mCI/AAAAAAAABFc/uisXx-6k5sc/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJyaRn7mCI/AAAAAAAABFc/uisXx-6k5sc/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319439905611028514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4618622930728553332?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4618622930728553332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4618622930728553332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4618622930728553332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4618622930728553332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-dressed-and-fashion-show.html' title='Best Dressed and Fashion Show'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SdJx87bZY5I/AAAAAAAABFM/r50o-2JFq2k/s72-c/DSC_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1012100657207427775</id><published>2009-03-29T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:08:05.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sc_HBaHyavI/AAAAAAAABFE/sGNfJPqu-uE/s1600-h/treebeards.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sc_HBaHyavI/AAAAAAAABFE/sGNfJPqu-uE/s320/treebeards.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318688511953627890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been talking about my 7-Up Cake, and so many of you have asked where to get the cookbook.&lt;a href="http://www.treebeards.com/tbstore/tbstore.php#cookbook"&gt;  Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from the famous Treebeard's Cookbook, one of my favorite cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.treebeards.com/index.php"&gt;Treebeards&lt;/a&gt; is a southern cookin local joint here in downtown Houston, and the food is truly out of this world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post the recipe, but do not want to break the copyright rules.  See, I'm a rule follower like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1012100657207427775?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1012100657207427775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1012100657207427775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1012100657207427775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1012100657207427775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/yummy-cake.html' title='Yummy Cake!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sc_HBaHyavI/AAAAAAAABFE/sGNfJPqu-uE/s72-c/treebeards.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-855558070179417722</id><published>2009-03-27T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:20:23.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Momma loves a good Friday, and today is no exception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom's daughter - in from Chicago - and her daughter are coming over for dinner! We love them, and never get to see enough of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend looks busy - but the weather looks like it will be damn near perfect, so that gives Momma a little thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful to have the rain behind us. Mr Wonderful, my dear workaholic hubby, left the other morning at 4:45AM to catch a 6:00 flight to Dallas to meet with clients all day. His return flight was delayed due to that nasty rain, and he didn't walk in the door until 9:50 that night. Can you say exhausted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping Mr Wonderful gets some rest this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;So, what are your plans for the weekend??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-855558070179417722?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/855558070179417722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=855558070179417722' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/855558070179417722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/855558070179417722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-504794197131381960</id><published>2009-03-26T16:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:16:26.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat's Off to Mothers</title><content type='html'>Today I attended the &lt;a href="http://www.ucphouston.org/public/page.aspx?p=69"&gt;Hats Off to Mothers Luncheon&lt;/a&gt; benefiting the United Cerebral Palsy. Such a fun event, and a great excuse to wear a hat!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left - Pam, Nancy and Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scv0KnexabI/AAAAAAAABE0/Z87hanmOT1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scv0KnexabI/AAAAAAAABE0/Z87hanmOT1Q/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317612248274921906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam, &lt;a href="http://www.shannasnewlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanna &lt;/a&gt;, and One of the Honorees our friend &lt;a href="http://www.occasionallyfunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Special K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scv03PoOrlI/AAAAAAAABE8/fs1aUu5UeT4/s1600-h/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scv03PoOrlI/AAAAAAAABE8/fs1aUu5UeT4/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317613014966251090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-504794197131381960?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/504794197131381960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=504794197131381960' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/504794197131381960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/504794197131381960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/hats-off-to-mothers.html' title='Hat&apos;s Off to Mothers'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scv0KnexabI/AAAAAAAABE0/Z87hanmOT1Q/s72-c/DSC_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3403216827777471914</id><published>2009-03-25T11:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:12:55.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScpbvBzJm9I/AAAAAAAABEs/nDCWKvbvoKA/s1600-h/astronaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScpbvBzJm9I/AAAAAAAABEs/nDCWKvbvoKA/s320/astronaut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317163173559245778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mr Wonderful and I had the true pleasure of attending an awesome event - &lt;em&gt;An Evening with Texas Legends - The Apollo Astronauts.&lt;/em&gt; This benefited the Tx Children's Cancer Center. Beyond an amazing facility, TCCC sees around 1,900 new pediatric patients with cancer and blood diseases, with annual outpatient visits totaling almost &lt;strong&gt;33,000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Gibson, anchor of "&lt;em&gt;World News with Charles Gibson"&lt;/em&gt; interviewed Colonel Buzz Aldrin, Captain Alan Bean, Captain Gene Cernan and Captain Jim Lovell. With a world wide audience of half a billion, we heard and saw Buzz Aldrin, along with Neil Armstrong, become one of the first humans to walk on the moon. Captain Bean, who was outspoken and adorable, was the fourth man to walk on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite guy was Captain Cernan. Very smart and very sensitive, Cernan talked about being the last person to leave his footprints on the moon. Relating to TCCC, he said, "Ya know, if we can put men on the moon and get them back home to Earth, &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;is impossible!!" He talked about how much he admired Captain Lovell, saying that when Lovell, in the midst of the Apollo 8 crisis stated that Failure Was Not An Option - Cernan put his hand on Lovell's arm and said, "But it was an option!" Also with a world wide audience of half a billion people glued to their TV sets, Captain Lovell and his crew successfully modified their lunar module into an effective lifeboat when their cryogenic oxygen system failed. Their emergency activation and operation of the lunar module systems assured their survival in space and their safe return to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These true Texas Legends and American Heroes are now older men, with white hair - very little of it left, and showing the signs of time. This July 20 will be the 40th Anniversary of Mankind's giant step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fabulous evening for such an incredibly important and worthy cause. One little note I wanted to share - remember when my Dec My Room group decorated the last round of bone marrow transplant rooms at Tx Children's Cancer Center back in January? Utterly thrilled to report to you that one of the kids, an 11 year old girl with neuroblastoma, went back to school on Monday! She is doing really, really well! Apparently the bone marrow "took" and she is recovering, gaining weight and enjoying a new lease on life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3403216827777471914?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3403216827777471914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3403216827777471914' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3403216827777471914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3403216827777471914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-to-remember.html' title='An Evening to Remember'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScpbvBzJm9I/AAAAAAAABEs/nDCWKvbvoKA/s72-c/astronaut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-249627615694875980</id><published>2009-03-23T16:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:18:40.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scf8NpTCATI/AAAAAAAABEk/zMNvVIjkjRc/s1600-h/DSCN0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scf8NpTCATI/AAAAAAAABEk/zMNvVIjkjRc/s320/DSCN0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316495196488335666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, just what Momma needs is &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; frickin Tory Burch mini-tote....  But who could resist this awesome print?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-249627615694875980?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/249627615694875980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=249627615694875980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/249627615694875980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/249627615694875980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/bag-pic.html' title='Bag Pic'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Scf8NpTCATI/AAAAAAAABEk/zMNvVIjkjRc/s72-c/DSCN0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-306763837116876034</id><published>2009-03-23T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:44:47.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday</title><content type='html'>It's Monday - the first day back in the swing of things from a week of spring break. Toots had school today, but Shark doesn't start until tomorrow. He and I have been cooking for a family that is here in Houston at M D Anderson Cancer Center from out of state. We know about them from our college network, and so we delivered dinner to them today. It was really cool to meet them, and help them out while they weather this scary storm. Luckily we live very close to the cancer center and the whole medical center, so it's an easy thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we ran over to Nordstrom and got me a new bag, and Shark some new shoes. That kid wears a size 15 shoe!!! And he's just 14 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a restful spring break week. I desperately needed a break - I was worn out. It was great to sleep in and not have to drive all over Houston for a change. Mr Wonderful works long hours - that's life in the big city and corporate America - so I'm usually the one who does most everything during the week. This weekend we had some time together, and that was really nice. We went to dinner, while the kids and a friend went somewhere else for dinner! I feel like my batteries have been recharged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-306763837116876034?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/306763837116876034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=306763837116876034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/306763837116876034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/306763837116876034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3585031386223533712</id><published>2009-03-21T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:57:20.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, Finally!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's another exciting Saturday here at Casa Momma. I haven't had a moment to myself in almost 2 weeks, so I am rejoicing in this quiet and empty house. Mr Wonderful took the kids to their Testing Tutor. Yes, they are learning how to take tests. Both will take high school entrance exams in the fall and January. The competition is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; strong, and schools really look at those test scores. So they are both working with a wonderful woman on preparing to take the tests. Let's hope it pays off! It's like anything else - the more you practice the better you become, and the less anxiety you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the last night of rodeo and we have our tickets for the Brooks and Dunn concert, but I think we're just gonna do a date instead. I'm tired of rodeo at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom's funeral yesterday was absolutely beautiful. What an amazing celebration of an amazingly wonderful and beautiful woman. We will honor and remember her everyday. Thanks for all the kind notes about her in your comments - means a lot to Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we sat outside by the pool, had a fire in the pit, and hung out under the stars. Neighbor Girls Stacy and Pam stopped for a glass, and some good laughs. I'm not sure there's any place I'd rather be than sitting out there with my husband and friends and just enjoying the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3585031386223533712?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3585031386223533712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3585031386223533712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3585031386223533712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3585031386223533712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-finally.html' title='Saturday, Finally!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7305568019605814834</id><published>2009-03-19T09:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:49:32.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScJVE0z-8-I/AAAAAAAABEc/55mQeeUPgKQ/s1600-h/Boom+Boom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScJVE0z-8-I/AAAAAAAABEc/55mQeeUPgKQ/s320/Boom+Boom.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314904051635123170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Precious Boom Boom. That sweet smile and loud laughter could melt your heart! That woman loved good gumbo like there was no tomorrow. She had a knack of looking at me and saying "Now you're not gonna wear that are you?" without blinking OR making me feel bad. She, despite having 14 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren, always called my children her "babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Toots got into it with some kid at school, and apparently the other kid who was teasing her about Boom Boom's name said, "How can you love a &lt;em&gt;Nanny&lt;/em&gt;?"  Toots was shocked that anyone would put Boom Boom in that category - to her, she is Family. My parents live up in Virginia, and thus my kids rarely see them. Her paternal grandmother lives right here in Houston, but has never, in 13 years, offered to spend 5 minutes with Toots - clearly isn't interested in doing so either. So, to Toots, Boom Boom wasn't a "nanny" - she was a Grandmother, in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, as you go about your day, just say to yourself, as Boomer would have said, "Now go 'head on with your bad self!" and smile!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7305568019605814834?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7305568019605814834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7305568019605814834' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7305568019605814834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7305568019605814834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScJVE0z-8-I/AAAAAAAABEc/55mQeeUPgKQ/s72-c/Boom+Boom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-526313382542719866</id><published>2009-03-18T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:28:28.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha Richardson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScGsMFxx-bI/AAAAAAAABEU/DzzqvZBKktA/s1600-h/natasharichardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScGsMFxx-bI/AAAAAAAABEU/DzzqvZBKktA/s320/natasharichardson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718358983276978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad to learn of the death of beautiful Natasha Richardson. My kids love love love&lt;em&gt; Parent Trap&lt;/em&gt;, and I have always been a huge fan of her mother via &lt;em&gt;Camelot.&lt;/em&gt; How incredibly heartbreaking for children - her boys are 12 and 13 - to loose such a vibrant mother at such a young age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never skied - nor do I have any interest in standing around in cold snow and waiting in lines. but I must admit I am SHOCKED that a &lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt; onto snow - which to the best of my Appalachian upbringing memories -  is not hard and is usually a soft surface - could cause death. I am guessing that she had an aneurysm or a tear that was there for years, and got knocked loose with the fall and started a bleed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sad and sorrowful for her family tonight. I have always loved seeing her beautiful and happy face on any screen, and I am praying for her children tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-526313382542719866?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/526313382542719866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=526313382542719866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/526313382542719866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/526313382542719866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/natasha-richardson.html' title='Natasha Richardson'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/ScGsMFxx-bI/AAAAAAAABEU/DzzqvZBKktA/s72-c/natasharichardson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6410767037042349593</id><published>2009-03-18T11:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:58:58.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Well, we're half way through spring break week. My kids are getting bored, and thus the fighting has increased. We are trying to spend as much time outside as it's 75 and sunny right now - puuurrrfect weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Toots had her yearly check up. Our Dr recommended she have the chicken pox booster, which I had decided not to give her since every kid I know that's had the shot and then the booster still got chicken pox. But our Dr said the state is going to require it come Fall for school, as well as a tetanus/whooping cough booster. WE decided to do the cp booster, and let the tet/wc one wait til June. So here's Toots, sweet and mild mannered as any 13 year old girl can be at 13. But she turned into a head-rotating, green faced Little Monster when she heard the word &lt;strong&gt;shot.&lt;/strong&gt; Lordy Mercy, you would have thought they were going to vaccinate her with a meat thermometer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she could hardly wait to get home and tell her brother that he will have to get it at his next check-up. She was kind enough, though, to tell him it didn't hurt and only stung for one second....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we honored Boom Boom by making a list of all the Boom Boomisms we could think of.  We ate breakfast at IHOP, and we giggled when we walked in and saw that they take the Discover card.  Boomer always called it the Discovery card.  One of her many Isms.  My personal favorite was vomik, instead of vomit.  It was nice to smile when we talked about Boom Boom and remember her so fondly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6410767037042349593?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6410767037042349593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6410767037042349593' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6410767037042349593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6410767037042349593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4582331060546826402</id><published>2009-03-17T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:01:15.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Topics</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is my favorite weekday - and you know I'm not too high on weekdays - so much prefer the weekends! But Tuesday - ah Tuesday - the day my girls come on Bravo at 9:00. Yes, I'm talking about the Real Housewives of New York! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally full springtime here in Houston. The tulips and azaleas are in full bloom. Yesterday and today are a delightful 72 and sunny as all get out! The kids and I cleaned up the backyard area - which gets very cluttered during wintertime. We set up the cushions on the outdoor sofa, and ate lunch and dinner out there! Around dark, we had a small fire in the fire pit. Awesome just doesn't do it justice - it was &lt;em&gt;freakin sweet!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr Wonderful treated the kids to lunch downtown in the tunnel - which at their age (or any age for that matter) was way cool. Shark got out his power washer after they came home and cleaned up the outdoor table. It looks great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost a wonderful lady over the weekend. I had to keep it to myself while our cousin was here coz I didn't want Toots to know about her beloved Boom Boom. Boom Boom worked for us when Toots was a tiny baby. She cooked and helped out with Toots while I was driving Shark to OT, PT, speech, sensory and all of his various therapies every single day. Thankfully, those therapies paid off, and we gained a second grandmother. Boom Boom went into hospice about 2 weeks ago. I took Toots to see her twice in the last week, and they were able to say their goodbyes. I think that made the sting of loosing someone so special just a tad easier. I sat Toots down Sunday afternoon (Boom Boom died in the wee early hours of Friday morning) and told her we had lost our precious Boom Boom. She was sad, and started to cry, but then proceeded to say how thankful she was that B-B wasn't suffering any longer and thanked me for taking her to see her two last times.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Toots and Boomer had the privilege of knowing how much each cared for and loved the other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4582331060546826402?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4582331060546826402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4582331060546826402' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4582331060546826402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4582331060546826402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-topics.html' title='Tuesday Topics'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2590500512401909423</id><published>2009-03-16T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:50:53.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>Today's post is an advice column post - only Momma is asking for advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was best friends with a gal I grew up with for forever. She was my maid of honor, she was my rock, and I her rock. After I was married and moved to Texas, we were still close friends, but time and distance did separate us. I went on to have kids while she was still single. Although time would move on, we were always able to pick right up where we were months before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 years ago, she came to visit and it was a disaster. She was falling down drunk, and completely an obnoxious drunk. You know how drunks either love ya or hate ya? Well, she's a combative drunk, to say the least. Basically I had to send her on her way - total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 summers ago, one of my other dear friends from growing up was here with his wife and 2 awesome kids. We had been to Galveston for a weekend, and they were leaving for North Carolina the next day. The Friend was also in Houston at some trade show. She arrived with a guy about 125 sheets in the wind. Falling down, hanging on the 14 year old son of our friend, making a pass at my husband - basically a totally obnoxious drunk. Had to stuff her and her friend into a cab - only after she fell twice getting to the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - allow me at this point to say that I am not opposed to hard drinking. In fact, I am all for it. Just don't be obnoxious and an overall combative drunk, please. But other than that, have at it and be sure to invite me along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the last fiasco, she called the next day to see if I could meet her for lunch. Not one word of "Hey, I'm sorry I was so horrid at your home last night in front your children and your guest's children." &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. I told her then that I was worried about her, how she was going to kill herself if she didn't get herself together. I told her to get herself clean and call me when she's clean. She had just lost her mother (and had lost her dad before that.) Her heart was broken. She is divorced, no kids, no need to work - a good life, but not necessarily a happy one. Poor little rich girl? We had a nasty e-mail exchange over me writing about how much I loved her mom on my old blog.  Hadn't heard from her since about 2-3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;I get a call from her last Tuesday night. I can tell she is shit faced. I asked her if she was drunk, and she said no, that she had quit drinking and was no longer taking "pharmaceuticals."&lt;br /&gt;She called again last night - drunk again. Told me that she thought about me asking her if she was drinking and said she in fact was still drinking and "whatever" and was gonna continue to do so coz it made her feel good. I could tell she was trying to start a fight, so I quickly got off the phone. Her new term is Stalker. She told me she stalked me online and knew when my father in law died last year. Never heard a word from her - so it's hard to buy this "I love you" "You're my best friend" crap when you knew she knew we had lost this wonderful man, and remained hiding in her drunken shadows.  She says now her calling me is her way of stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it is pissing me off. I want to tell her to F Off again, but I really don't want to have to say that. Obviously it didn't work the last time. She's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear readers, what to do. Yes, I have caller id, but often calls come in while I am on the phone and I don't know who it is - I suppose I could get call waiting caller id. Or do I just say, F Off? &lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2590500512401909423?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2590500512401909423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2590500512401909423' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2590500512401909423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2590500512401909423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2820816075603890114</id><published>2009-03-15T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:44:22.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Weekend Go?</title><content type='html'>Momma is bummed out this evening. The Cousin and Her Kid were here since Wednesday night, and they left today. I already miss them.&lt;br /&gt;The Cousin is wonderful company, and a very nice guest. Her Kid is just precious - we all love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very busy time - ate wayyy too much and drank wayyy too much, but sure had fun. Thursday night we went to Rodeo and saw Momma's baby boy, Brad Paisley. Great concert! We had dinner before that at Monarch at the ZaZa, then took the metro rail down to the stadium. That was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday The Cousin and Her Kid (and I) went to lunch with my two best Gurrls, and we had a blast! That afternoon we went to the Downtown Aquarium, which was a shit hole and a rip off. But we did like the tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Livestock Show at the rodeo, and it was rainy and cold (like 45 degrees which is VERY cold for Houston!) We had to park in EBF and walk past thousands of empty parking spaces - in the rain!!! That made Momma a Crazzzy Person.  Momma does not like to walk in cold rain when there are closer parking spaces! We were total slugs after that - stopped off at Frenchy's and picked up fried chicken, red beans and rice and gumbo. We grazed from that all evening. We also went over to Pamulous' house, and had drinks and snacks with her and her sweet husband. We went to bed at 2AM this morning - and poor Cousin had to get up, shower and get out the door by 10:15. She was a trooper - she is not a person that likes flying, so she was anxious about her long trip back to Maryland. Safe and sound is all that matters!  I am sure she is wiped out!  I tracked them on flightaware.com and saw that they landed about an hour or so ago. I had looked so forward to them coming for so long, and it seemed like in a blink it was gone. I wish they lived here!  Also wish we had had better weather.  Usually it's warm and sunny this time of year at rodeo.  OH NO - it rained and was around 45 the entire time they were here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would provide pictures of the time The Cousin and Her Kid were here, but I forgot the flippin memory card &lt;em&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least, Momma sends a big hug and a prayer out to Mrs Wally a.k.a. Trisha - we are all thinking of you and sending some good thoughts. Hurry back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2820816075603890114?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2820816075603890114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2820816075603890114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2820816075603890114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2820816075603890114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-weekend-go.html' title='Where Did The Weekend Go?'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5909678125154187715</id><published>2009-03-12T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:00:05.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SbkCMl88HVI/AAAAAAAABEM/YB2VfpO1_Wo/s1600-h/funny_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SbkCMl88HVI/AAAAAAAABEM/YB2VfpO1_Wo/s320/funny_birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312279650829606226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://dhchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Great One's&lt;/a&gt; Birthday. In honor of The Great One (a.k.a. DH) today's post is a tribute to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Things About The Great One:&lt;br /&gt;He loves, loves, loves cats.&lt;br /&gt;He writes a great blog.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;He always knows everything about current events and can enlighten anyone.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to sit, drink and talk.&lt;br /&gt;He can be counted on for just about anything at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;He's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday El Jefe - enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5909678125154187715?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5909678125154187715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5909678125154187715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5909678125154187715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5909678125154187715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dh.html' title='Happy Birthday DH!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SbkCMl88HVI/AAAAAAAABEM/YB2VfpO1_Wo/s72-c/funny_birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-5959889992116178070</id><published>2009-03-11T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:59:19.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Story Number 2</title><content type='html'>This happened my second year of teaching in DC. I was teaching second grade in a wonderful public school. Loved my families, and actually enjoyed having 30 kids in my class - a bit overwhelming at times, but it was fun. I was young and single - just before I married Mr Wonderful and moved to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, mind you, there is always one or two in every group, right? Well, in this group, I had a Mrs CraZZy. The True Mayor of CraZZZyTown. This woman was such a hovercraft. &lt;em&gt;Constantly &lt;/em&gt; calling and whining that her daughter didn't get to be the Line Leader as much as Suzy Q. &lt;em&gt; Her&lt;/em&gt; daughter said I didn't let her swing on the swings as long as Betty B. &lt;em&gt;Her &lt;/em&gt; daughter was afraid of X Boy, could I move her?? Again??  Could I tell her what was for lunch the next day - oh, and Little Precious doesn't like that so what else can she have??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I had a field trip planned to take the kids to the Zoo in DC. As one can imagine, taking that many children to a huge public place requires lots of helper mommies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the day before I developed a wretched urinary tract infection. So I called my Head Room Mommy, explained the situation, and asked her to gather just a few more Mommies. I didn't want the Substitute to be overwhelmed... No Problems - the field trip goes off without a hitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, I am in my classroom, and over the intercom comes a message for me to go to the office for an emergency phone call. Well, as one can imagine, I was very scared! First, I got the teacher across the hall to watch my kids, threw off my heels (of course) and just flew down the steps to the main office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the phone, breathless, and say, "Hello, it's Miss So-And-So!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end is Mrs CraZZZy. She proceeds to say, "My daughter (spoken in a very strong upstate NY accent - &lt;em&gt;very strong&lt;/em&gt;...)M has a bladder infection, and I just want to know &lt;em&gt;how in the hell you gave it to her!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even speak. Yes, that was the first and last time that speechless shit has ever happened to me. Anyway, I think in my second-grade-teacher-that-was-23-years-old-mindset I kindly explained to her that bladder infections were not contagious, and that I suggest she call her pediatrician instead of me since I had not attended medical school at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-5959889992116178070?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5959889992116178070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=5959889992116178070' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5959889992116178070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/5959889992116178070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaching-story-number-2.html' title='Teaching Story Number 2'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8579222354906736943</id><published>2009-03-10T14:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:16:33.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>Seriously, Momma has been a Bad Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be because Mr Wonderful came home Friday evening not feeling well and proceeded to spend the weekend in BED with FEVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one is allowed to do that except Momma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is &lt;a href="http://www.hlsr.com/"&gt;Rodeo&lt;/a&gt; here in Houston. We have tickets to tonight's Toby Keith performance, but we aren't going. Kids have too much homework,a nd quite frankly, the traffic is bitch at rodeo.  I bought a mini season pass and was told I could later purchase a parking pass.  Nope.  Not true.  Parking passes only come with full season passes.  BUMMER!  My awesome cousin and her sweet daughter arrive tomorrow night for the weekend. Bummer Houston is going to have such bad weather. We haven't had rain in like forever, but this weekend's gonnabe rainy. And cold. We're gonna grab dinner and take the metro rail to the stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take pictures and remember to insert the memory card....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8579222354906736943?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8579222354906736943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8579222354906736943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8579222354906736943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8579222354906736943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-7933233200879077953</id><published>2009-03-05T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:26:52.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Such a Dumb Ass!</title><content type='html'>Today I hosted 5 friends to lunch and a style show - love this kind of stuff, especially when I'm with fun girrrls. I took my camera and took loads of great pix - and then sat down to upload them, and then saw I FORGOT TO INSERT THE FUCKING MEMORY CARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what,&lt;a href="http://ourtimeintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt; Texas Gator Girl &lt;/a&gt;was there! I took some great pictures of Gator girl being all sassy and fun and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking idiot. I am so mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we had a great time - great table right next to the cat walk, great clothes from Neiman's, and yummy lunch! We laughed until my fat belly ached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great time - one I had planned to share in pictures..... I may kick my own ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-7933233200879077953?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7933233200879077953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=7933233200879077953' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7933233200879077953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/7933233200879077953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-such-dumb-ass.html' title='I Am Such a Dumb Ass!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1608462406328355056</id><published>2009-03-03T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:11:20.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Ever Have One of Those Days???</title><content type='html'>Momma be havin' one of 'em today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wonderful is out of town, and instead of him driving Toots to school, I took her instead (and yes, I was cut off in the carpool line.. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE THAT&lt;/strong&gt;!)   Half way through my drive home from dropping off Toots, she calls and asks me to bring back her lacrosse goggles that she left in the car. I was only about 5 blocks, so I turned around and dropped them off.  Then I came back home and picked up Shark to take him to his school.  Across town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Shark to school, then got on the freeway and drove out to pick up my car at the dealership where it was having its check up. Hurried home, worked out, took and shower and boogied over to a luncheon I was helping out with, then left that early to go do various and boring errands. Have just picked up Shark - left here at 3:00, dropped him off at the gym, then came home (it's now 4:05) and will pick him up at 4:30 and then drive out to the fields where Toots' school has lacrosse practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in there I will fix a fabulous dinner and have at least 2 glasses of something that contains a large amount of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a few irritating Girl Games, and that was Momma's Day.&lt;br /&gt;How was yours???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1608462406328355056?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1608462406328355056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1608462406328355056' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1608462406328355056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1608462406328355056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Do You Ever Have One of Those Days???'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-671853056314429238</id><published>2009-02-28T17:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:16:20.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanE346MngI/AAAAAAAABD0/BaPjnriD9b4/s1600-h/tables1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanE346MngI/AAAAAAAABD0/BaPjnriD9b4/s320/tables1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307990100281171458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Toots and I hosted a baby book shower for Precious Elizabeth, a former teacher of Toots'. We love her so much, and the soon to be arrival of Baby Anne is so exciting! We had so much fun! Our dining room became a very Pink Party Place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toots and her 2nd grade teacher, Beautiful Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanFNOu2WhI/AAAAAAAABD8/_TEPsQkpmYc/s1600-h/amymea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanFNOu2WhI/AAAAAAAABD8/_TEPsQkpmYc/s320/amymea.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307990466916407826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Elizabeth Opening Lots of Gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanFmZDakAI/AAAAAAAABEE/N3GZrL-MHZQ/s1600-h/ebh2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanFmZDakAI/AAAAAAAABEE/N3GZrL-MHZQ/s320/ebh2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307990899183751170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-671853056314429238?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/671853056314429238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=671853056314429238' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/671853056314429238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/671853056314429238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-party.html' title='Pink Party'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SanE346MngI/AAAAAAAABD0/BaPjnriD9b4/s72-c/tables1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8329594346119574741</id><published>2009-02-26T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:51:04.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teacher Story</title><content type='html'>Totally true- and this one, by the way, is for you, Trisha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after teaching second grade in DC for two years, I married Mr Wonderful in 1986 and moved to Texas. I'm totally away from family and friends - and Mr Wonderful is in graduate school working on a MBA at U Texas. So I took a job at a public school in Austin. I'm assigned to first grade, and there are 3 other first grades. I liked the other teachers and the school. We have an early registration for school and one mom shows up all sassy and stuff in her short shorts and her t-shirt with a pack of Marlboros in her sleeve. (Now, let me state that I have been smoking since I was the tender age of 14...&lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;On the line that asks Child's Name, she puts, Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, in my formally sweet(I am no longer sweet, btw) "Oh, I'm so sorry, I suppose we didn't explain this properly...Please write your child's name, you know, her given name ,the name you call her at home!!!" You know, all chipper and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, (and I swear this is true...) "That is her name you stupid bitch, Fe-ma-lee- the name they gave her in the hospital!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately walked to the Principal's office and QUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and there's a-plenty more from that came.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8329594346119574741?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8329594346119574741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8329594346119574741' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8329594346119574741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8329594346119574741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/teacher-story.html' title='A Teacher Story'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-4971304840576303897</id><published>2009-02-26T16:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:27:54.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Momma</title><content type='html'>So I've been challenged by the Fabulous&lt;a href="http://cougarswildkingdom.blogspot.com/"&gt; Cougar&lt;/a&gt; to play this challenge. Ya'll know what a major TV fan I am, so I'm calling it &lt;em&gt;Lost - Momma Style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the blueprint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Your ship has sunk. You have, of course, been stranded on a deserted island. You have salvaged a copy of the King James Version of the Bible and a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. Nothing else. “The very next day you find one of those Arabian Lamps in the sand. Of course, you rub it and, of course, a rather grumpy Genie appears. “‘Let’s get this straight - there is a recession going on. There are restrictions on the three wishes now. I don’t do water or air transport now so no boats, planes or magic carpets. As for electronics, forget it. There isn’t the infrastructure on this island. “‘I can let you have one book and I mean one VOLUME, one essential item and one luxury item. Now hurry up and make your choices, I have to get to those five other islands you are going nominate. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this one is hard for Momma -I'm really not a reader. I mean, I read current events every single second I can, and I love good trash mags. But novels, I just don't have the time nor the desire to read big books right now in my life. &lt;br /&gt;So for my book, I would choose one of Shark's boy scout books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacUK-geWuI/AAAAAAAABDc/KJUwQjjauu4/s1600-h/scoutbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacUK-geWuI/AAAAAAAABDc/KJUwQjjauu4/s320/scoutbook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307232864689871586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure there's a good bit of survival stuff in that puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my one essential item, I pick a knife. Gotta have a knife - a &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacUwnT-WeI/AAAAAAAABDk/d0PCt2ewKc0/s1600-h/rezin_bowie_knife_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacUwnT-WeI/AAAAAAAABDk/d0PCt2ewKc0/s320/rezin_bowie_knife_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307233511298456034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the important one, which is the Luxury Item. Seriously, I have too many things I'd like to take. Keg of beer? No, I don't really drink beer. Bottle of wine? It would be gone before my clothes were dry. This is so weak, but I think it would be my trusty chap stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacVZ75wBbI/AAAAAAAABDs/LZ7HSIJaq2M/s1600-h/Chap_Stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacVZ75wBbI/AAAAAAAABDs/LZ7HSIJaq2M/s320/Chap_Stick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307234221200246194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my lips aren't slicked, I'm gonna lick. And Momma does not like chapped lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it. Wake up! Wake up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my challenge to the following awesome bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://dhchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;El Jefe&lt;/a&gt; - His will be much, much more creative than mine!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://eadsfamilytx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Shana&lt;/a&gt; - What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Evil Twin's Wife&lt;/a&gt; I know hers will be awesome, too!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://abovethecloudsitssunny.blogspot.com/"&gt; Gigi&lt;/a&gt; Little Preggers - so cute!&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://ourtimeintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;TX Gator Girl&lt;/a&gt; Momma's Gator girl - luv me some gator girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Cougar - that was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-4971304840576303897?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4971304840576303897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=4971304840576303897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4971304840576303897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/4971304840576303897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-momma.html' title='Lost Momma'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SacUK-geWuI/AAAAAAAABDc/KJUwQjjauu4/s72-c/scoutbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1449731606501661315</id><published>2009-02-26T14:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:12:11.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sab3BRGzLZI/AAAAAAAABDU/Hep3g_WIIlU/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sab3BRGzLZI/AAAAAAAABDU/Hep3g_WIIlU/s320/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307200812046560658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the amount of leaves I have removed from the pool &lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt; Our yardman was here earlier and emptied the container this morning. This is &lt;strong&gt;today's&lt;/strong&gt; leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this time of year I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; our pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love it around mid-April when it gets hot enough to swim again. I particularly like it around Halloween when we're all still roasting and we have the pool to get in and cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; this stupid pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1449731606501661315?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1449731606501661315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1449731606501661315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1449731606501661315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1449731606501661315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-pool.html' title='Stupid Pool'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/Sab3BRGzLZI/AAAAAAAABDU/Hep3g_WIIlU/s72-c/DSCN0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2651918981684697617</id><published>2009-02-25T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:32:04.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Do some people just drive you nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some do Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my brother for example. Love my brother - great guy. I've invited him down for &lt;a href="http://www.hlsr.com/"&gt;Rodeo&lt;/a&gt; which starts in a week or so and runs for 3 weeks - it's kind of a big deal here in Houston and it's tons of fun. There's everything from the livestock show (which I know sounds hokey, but it's really awesome) to the actual rodeo, carnival, concerts, and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can't decide. He's not sure he wants to travel. He likes to be at home. He hates to leave his dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I'm not talking about coming for a freakin month, just a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be asking him again - and that bums me out also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun people - on the other hand - make Momma happy. Take Abbie for example. Brings over her new Pug this morning, Alice, and I'm gone. Totally in love with this snorting little lap lover! Too cute! I wanted to keep Alice so badly! Or take &lt;a href="http://dhchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;DH&lt;/a&gt;. Calls me this morning to meet him for coffee. Hated to say no, but had too much driving to do and also had to pick up a massive amount of flowers for a baby shower I'm hosting this weekend. But I will get around to having coffee with him - he's too fun to miss out on! I also love dishing the Real Housewives with Nancy and Pam. The show is awesome and I &lt;em&gt;love it&lt;/em&gt;, but it's even better when watched with them! And by the way, if you watched last night, did you fall out when Si-lex were shopping, and he was trying on all those clothes?? &lt;strong&gt; OMFG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not dare finish this post without mentioning all you blogger world people who I love! The highlight of my morning before it gets going, is reading through your blogs! Thank you for reading mine, and thanks even more for your comments! I am doing my best to be as good as &lt;a href="http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;ETW&lt;/a&gt; at responding to your comments.  You all are appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2651918981684697617?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2651918981684697617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2651918981684697617' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2651918981684697617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2651918981684697617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-9121753477106277135</id><published>2009-02-24T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:04:30.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scammed on E Bay</title><content type='html'>My kids and their cousin (Shark's BFF) decided to sell an old lap top (works but missing a key or two) on E-Bay. The Cousin has an account, and at the ripe old age of 14 considers himself an E-Bay Expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night we get home from being out and all three kids are so excited! It has sold for a huge amount of money! The buyer wants it shipped to Africa, and as soon as we have a tracking number, the pay pal payment will go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you smelling a rat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by a UPS store and talked to one of the guys there and asked him if had heard of any scams like this. (This UPS guy, Andy, is the BEST and he once worked for E-Bay so &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; the true expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says it's a Major Scam. He said the Pay Pal e-mail The Cousin received was fake. Andy suggested calling E-Bay or double checking the account - he said, "I'll bet you it hasn't been paid after all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough he was correct. So glad I didn't spend $500 to ship the laptop there, nor fall for this scam. It's always good to have an Expert on hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-9121753477106277135?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9121753477106277135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=9121753477106277135' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/9121753477106277135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/9121753477106277135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/scammed-on-e-bay.html' title='Scammed on E Bay'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-988229373753176357</id><published>2009-02-23T11:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:08:05.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday!</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been an Absent Blogger of late. I can't say I've been too busy - Can I claim laziness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was somewhat relaxing - although I do like to sleep in on Saturdays and we were awakened by blowers that lasted 20 minutes... Remember, we live in downtown Houston - our yards are very small. How one can blow leaves for 20 minutes is beyond me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had dinner with fun Jennifer and Ron. Drank too much, ate too much, but sure had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we bummed around. It was a gorgeous day in Houston - so is today for that matter. Mr Wonderful and I went on a nice walk, and we ate too much Tex Mex last night. I ended up at Pam's house for about an hour to watch a bit of the Oscars with her and Amy. Amy lives outa town, so it was treat to see her! I am not a movie goer, so most of those films are foreign to me. I do love seeing the hype and the clothes and the hair though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I have made my groceries and gone for a long walk. Time to go spiffy up around the house and then work out. I might even take a shower and fix my hair before Mr Wonderful gets home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-988229373753176357?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/988229373753176357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=988229373753176357' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/988229373753176357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/988229373753176357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-1569006361757555518</id><published>2009-02-19T08:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:28:17.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Bag</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;ETW&lt;/a&gt; who, (by the way, Momma loves ETW's blog, and don't we all just love us some ETW?!?!)she showed her world to the world.  Her Bag World.  Can't leave home without all this Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Every girl knows how important all that crap in our bags is, right?! So here goes for Momma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my bag - I use this one (or one just like it but with a different pattern on it) from Tory Burch. I love her bags coz they're roomy, small but big enough, and they have awesome pockets on each end.  Mr Wonderful gave me this one a year or two ago, and it's my favorite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ13u3BcWlI/AAAAAAAABCY/3Oredpk51ng/s1600-h/DSCN0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ13u3BcWlI/AAAAAAAABCY/3Oredpk51ng/s320/DSCN0614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304527583040002642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do not carry my bag, and instead just take the items pictured below. that would be my wallet/calendar book, cell phone and keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ14GUHm9DI/AAAAAAAABCg/pzEFrRpJfwA/s1600-h/DSCN0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ14GUHm9DI/AAAAAAAABCg/pzEFrRpJfwA/s320/DSCN0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304527985987482674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I do have my bag, here's the contents dumped out on the kitchen table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ14Zhk7MFI/AAAAAAAABCo/ZfhtXsiCqMU/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ14Zhk7MFI/AAAAAAAABCo/ZfhtXsiCqMU/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304528316017619026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have lots of reading glasses and lip shit. And pens. Gotta have the hand sanitizer and the bag with the "girl stuff" within the bag! I've got a small change purse, a notepad, and that little red thing holds my cards that have my name, phone numbers, and e-mail address on em. Must easier to pass those out than write all that stuff down. Got lots of mints and gum - and of course a small pack of tissues.&lt;br /&gt;That's really it - nothing too exciting, but a peek into Momma's Bag. (I did have some smokes in there but they got smoked over the past weekend...)  Sometimes I just carry a small over-the-shoulder nylon bag.  I have a tan one and a black one.  They're especially good for travel, but I can only take my wallet/calendar, lip shit(MUST HAVE) and reading glasses.  But is there really anything else I need??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-1569006361757555518?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1569006361757555518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=1569006361757555518' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1569006361757555518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/1569006361757555518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommas-bag.html' title='Momma&apos;s Bag'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZ13u3BcWlI/AAAAAAAABCY/3Oredpk51ng/s72-c/DSCN0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-2984549175436834451</id><published>2009-02-17T07:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:40:17.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened to the 3 Day Weekend?</title><content type='html'>I mean, I blink and it's already over! DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wonderful's birthday is Valentine's Day, and we always go up to Dallas to our favorite hotel there, the Zaza. We love that place!! This year the hotel treated us to a biggie upgrade to a 1000 sq foot suite - it was mighty fine. Only problem was that the suite opened out to a ginormous construction site (apartment building) and being awakened at 7:45AM to trucks beeping while backing up, lumber being unloaded, workmen hammering and yelling, and dump trucks dumping stuff was NOT our idea of a relaxing weekend or an upgrade. The noise lasted the entire day. Sunday morning it started at 8:30AM... We were exhausted when we got home! We slept in yesterday, which was nice - BUT I feel like the weekend came and went before I could even blink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was awesome to get away and be with my husband for a weekend. He is more fun to be with than anyone I know! Not only do I love and adore him, I trust him completely and and know he is sincere. I am very blessed indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-2984549175436834451?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2984549175436834451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=2984549175436834451' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2984549175436834451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/2984549175436834451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happened-to-3-day-weekend.html' title='What Happened to the 3 Day Weekend?'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-8270099760822610750</id><published>2009-02-12T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:40:16.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping = UGH!</title><content type='html'>May I just state how much I loathe and detest shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously - everything is expensive (or at least what I seem to like is expensive..) and I want to wear the size I wore before kids. It's a piece of shit to try on something and it not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks GAWD for a good tailor, right? I dropped off some awesome pants today (yes, they fit) but in spite of that I wanted the waist out just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned into your grandmother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-8270099760822610750?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8270099760822610750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=8270099760822610750' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8270099760822610750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/8270099760822610750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-ugh.html' title='Shopping = UGH!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-3165231208612473104</id><published>2009-02-11T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:32:54.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Stop!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZNDwjmdoOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-91e_APZ5Xo/s1600-h/bar-refaeli-picture-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZNDwjmdoOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-91e_APZ5Xo/s320/bar-refaeli-picture-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301655687814553826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if one more person stops me and asks me if I'm that girl Bar Refaeli from &lt;em&gt;Sports Illustrated&lt;/em&gt; I am going to scream!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-3165231208612473104?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3165231208612473104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=3165231208612473104' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3165231208612473104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/3165231208612473104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-stop.html' title='Please Stop!!'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SZNDwjmdoOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-91e_APZ5Xo/s72-c/bar-refaeli-picture-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19758369.post-6939326513923462795</id><published>2009-02-11T11:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:10:19.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Pisses Momma Off - Seriously.</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard, there's a Prosti-Mom out there in California looking for handouts for her 8 babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this right - She has money for plastic surgery. She has money to take a gang of kids to Chuck E Cheese (trust me - it isn't cheap - it adds up!) She has money for artificial insemination. No job. No husband. No education. Lots of babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT she &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; doesn't have money to take care of these little babies that she&lt;em&gt; purposefully &lt;/em&gt; brought into this world. Ya know, the world that should be happy for her and take care of her. I mean, after all, if you want it, you should have it, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, Momma wants a new Porsche. But I can't afford one. I love sports cars (even though I drive a big ole truck!) so should I expect the state of Texas to provide me with the funds for what I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you want to be this woman's lollipop and get sucked dry, click on her begging &lt;a href="http://www.thenadyasulemanfamily.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Jeez, the girl even takes AMEX. Hell, I know restaurants and stores that don't take AMEX coz their fees are too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's too good for this little darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19758369-6939326513923462795?l=thchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6939326513923462795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19758369&amp;postID=6939326513923462795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6939326513923462795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19758369/posts/default/6939326513923462795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-pisses-momma-off-seriously.html' title='This Pisses Momma Off - Seriously.'/><author><name>The Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09304055062974164495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHSjtqJRsY/SPyolz0ECWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnHCHuTkmRQ/S220/Momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
