<?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-8428832401604089384</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:26:41.919-08:00</updated><category term='Texas Tech'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='fussy baby'/><category term='Escrow'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='AP poll'/><category term='muscles'/><category term='working from home'/><category term='Botox'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='Michigan'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='Emma'/><category term='GE Money Bank'/><category term='Ebay'/><category term='dishwasher'/><category term='physical therapy'/><category term='keeping baby warm'/><category term='weather channel'/><category term='election history'/><category term='family'/><category term='cereal'/><category term='left turns'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Chicago Bears'/><category term='bailout plan'/><category term='squirrles'/><category term='Galveston'/><category term='football'/><category term='Bell&apos;s Palsy'/><category term='grocery store'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='apples'/><category term='budget'/><category term='hurricane'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Oil prices'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Chicago Cubs'/><category term='plants'/><category term='Rude family'/><category term='luxuries'/><category term='hurricane ike'/><category term='colds'/><category term='moms'/><category term='nap time'/><category term='photographer'/><category term='oprah'/><category term='Chistmas'/><category term='rain'/><category term='election day'/><category term='AIG'/><category term='websites'/><category term='baby'/><category term='phrase origins'/><category term='Atlanta Falcons'/><category term='home improvements'/><category term='Gas prices'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='digging'/><category term='JC Penny'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='refineries'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6115149661658704676</id><published>2010-07-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T06:43:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Grocery Stores</title><content type='html'>Sometimes trying to grocery shop can be very frustrating... Especially when there are certain products you are looking for. I have found myself having to go to three different grocery stores to try and keep the family happy. I don;t go to each store all in one week, I spread it out, but it sure makes grocery shopping hard! &lt;br /&gt;The cheapest store is fairly close and they carry the lunchables that my daughter likes, but they aren't the best store for everyday shopping because of what they don't carry. The medium priced store is also the closest to our house and they carry the majority of my everyday groceries, but have a very limited selection of the lunches my husband takes to work most days. The third store I have to visit is both the most expensive and the furthest away from home, but they have the largest selection of lunches. So frustrating! Lately it seems like I am actually at the grocery store more because of going somewhere and the store not having what we need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6115149661658704676?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6115149661658704676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6115149661658704676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6115149661658704676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6115149661658704676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-grocery-stores.html' title='3 Grocery Stores'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6272742894262711283</id><published>2010-06-28T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:51:05.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Standard</title><content type='html'>How do you handle a blatant double standard parents have for adult children? We recently ran across this with my MIL.... She has one set of rules for her daughter (and family) and a different set for us. It's starting to create a strain on my husband because he feels like our little family is unimportant to his Mom and Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6272742894262711283?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6272742894262711283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6272742894262711283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6272742894262711283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6272742894262711283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/double-standard.html' title='Double Standard'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-9204427162992162587</id><published>2010-06-15T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:52:01.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Airlines</title><content type='html'>We flew United for a trip we took recently. Our outbound flight from Chicago O'Hare was fine, but we ran into some terribly rude employees and policies on our way home. Because of the baggage fees charged by the airline, all 3 of us used 1 suitcase. We knew the thing was heavy, but had no problems curb checking it in Chicago. The only fee we had to pay was the $23 bag check fee. Coming home, the same suitcase was suddenly 6 pounds too heavy and the airline wanted a $100 fee ON TOP of the $23 we had already paid. The first attendant was so rude... The second attendant at least tried to help when she saw us removing shoes, etc from the bag. The big airlines have tacked so many fees onto everything, that flying somewhere is a chore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-9204427162992162587?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9204427162992162587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=9204427162992162587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/9204427162992162587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/9204427162992162587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-airlines.html' title='Big Airlines'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-914669491681138528</id><published>2010-05-24T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:18:46.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Rude is too Rude</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was my birthday. My husband asked what I wanted to do... I told him brunch. His Mom didn't want to do that, she suggested another place. I looked at the menu and vetoed it because the food just didn't sound good to me... it also didn't sound very healthy... Given that I'm pregnant, the place she suggested may sound great in a few weeks, but not right now. Before hubby could talk to his Mom again, his sister called asking what the plan was. He told her brunch and she OFFERED to have everyone over to her house after brunch so that we could all go to her son's baseball game in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;Up to now, nothing too rude....&lt;br /&gt;Well, we get to my birthday. We get to the restaurant right on time and hubby's family is no where to be seen. They finally get there 15 minutes later and the first thing said is "Don't you answer your phone!" The story was that they were waiting for us at sister's house even though that plan was never discussed...&lt;br /&gt;Brunch went fine except for the fact that no one talked to me...&lt;br /&gt;As we are leaving the restaurant, MIL announces that she needs to go shopping. She and SIL go to one store. BIL and the nephews go to another. FIL goes with us back to Sister's house. When everyone else finally gets back we find out they went garage sailing too and have more garage sales to go to. I did get invited to the second round of garage sales, but that's not really my thing. We finally get back to SIL's house and I open presents (gift cards... I guess they get an E for effort) and we have cake. Then it's off to nephew's baseball game. &lt;br /&gt;What does it say about where i fit in my hubby's family that they think it's okay to go shopping in the middle of my birthday celebration? They would be furious if we did the same thing to them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-914669491681138528?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/914669491681138528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=914669491681138528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/914669491681138528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/914669491681138528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-rude-is-too-rude.html' title='How Rude is too Rude'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5083632513449516318</id><published>2010-05-11T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:37:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>Dinner last night was leftovers...planned leftovers which are different from regular old leftovers... let me explain. &lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, I hated leftover night (which didn't happen often) because it was just a jumble of little bits of previously really good food reheated in the microwave. Now that I am the one planning out dinners for a family, I understand how important those leftovers came be in the family budget. So, there are some meals in our family menu that I know make too much. When I make these recipes I make sure there is enough for at least 2 full meals and I freeze half of the results. By freeze half of what I make, I know that we don't have to repeat a meal twice in one week and I know that there is a night in the future where cooking will be easy. &lt;br /&gt;One of the tricks I use for planned leftovers is reheating everything in the oven. That helps insure that everything is heated thoroughly and evenly without increasing our exposure to the chemicals released by reheating plastic. I also try to make sure that only one part of the meal is a leftover. If the main course was a planned leftover, I try to pair it with fresh side dishes so that it feels like a brand new meal instead of feeling like leftover night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5083632513449516318?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5083632513449516318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5083632513449516318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5083632513449516318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5083632513449516318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2228250178013107849</id><published>2010-05-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:49:47.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm wondering if our little girl was really ready for potty training when we started in late January. I thought she was, she really seemed to get it at first, then we back slid a little. We started a sticker chart and that seemed to help for awhile, but now it seems like we are back sliding again. My friends say to just be patient that she'll get it, but my Mom seems to think we should have it down by now. She is a little biased, she's comparing my daughter to my niece, who she thinks is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2228250178013107849?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2228250178013107849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2228250178013107849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2228250178013107849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2228250178013107849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-707937133158611558</id><published>2010-04-25T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:25:20.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Young for Chores</title><content type='html'>How old were you when your child was first given chores? Our 2 year old has two responsibilities... she helps unload the dishwasher and feed the dog. She was only given these chores because these are things she wants to do anyway. Having her help, allows her to do what she wants only when I want her to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-707937133158611558?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/707937133158611558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=707937133158611558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/707937133158611558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/707937133158611558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-young-for-chores.html' title='Too Young for Chores'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4100098819162435270</id><published>2010-04-08T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:29:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Review of Clearview Stove Knob Covers 5-Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="hreview"&gt;&lt;div class="item"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/link/ddiprod?lid=41000000023006671&amp;pid=11497"&gt;Originally submitted at One Step Ahead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.powerreviews.com/images_products/08/57/134939_100.jpg" class="photo" align="left" style="margin: 0 0.5em 0 0"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0"&gt;Stove knobs are a real temptation for tots, especially those located in front of the burners, where little ones can easily reach them. The solution? These ultra-secure knob covers &amp;#151; even the cleverest kids can&amp;#39;t figure them out! Yet the hinged, locking covers allow you instant access for c...                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://clickserve.cc-dt.com/link/ddiprod?lid=41000000023006671&amp;pid=11497" style="display: none;" class="url fn"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Clearview Stove Knob Covers 5-Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong class="summary"&gt;Does the job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;downers grove, IL&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;abbr title="201048T1200-0800" class="dtreviewed" style="border: none; text-decoration: none;"&gt;4/8/2010&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.5em 0; height: 15px; width: 83px; background-image: url(http://images.powerreviews.com/images_merchants/stars/10067_stars_small.gif); background-position: 0px -108px;" class="prStars prStarsSmall"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: none"&gt;&lt;span class="rating"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;out of 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift: &lt;/strong&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros: &lt;/strong&gt;Easy Use&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons: &lt;/strong&gt;Floppy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Uses: &lt;/strong&gt;Kitchen/Bathroom, Toddlers, Accident Prevention&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Yourself: &lt;/strong&gt;First Time Parent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:1em" class="description"&gt;We got these because our 2 yr old figured out how to turn the stove on. While the covers were easy to install and do the job with out too much difficulty, they easily spin and flop around over the knob. I wish these had a way to "suction" onto the stove so that the latch to open the cover was always in the same place. Things have nearly boiled over because I couldn't get the cover open fast enough to turn the heat down and pot holders weren't handy to move what was on the stove.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0.5em"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license"&gt;legalese&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4100098819162435270?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4100098819162435270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4100098819162435270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4100098819162435270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4100098819162435270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-review-of-clearview-stove-knob.html' title='My Review of Clearview Stove Knob Covers 5-Pack'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1455636849566180365</id><published>2010-04-08T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:25:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Review of Tiny DinerÃ¢âÂ¢ Portable Placemat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="hreview"&gt;&lt;div class="item"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/link/ddiprod?lid=41000000023006671&amp;pid=11145"&gt;Originally submitted at One Step Ahead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.powerreviews.com/images_products/03/94/134865_100.jpg" class="photo" align="left" style="margin: 0 0.5em 0 0"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0"&gt;Messy eater? This portable placemat corrals spills and crumbs &amp;#8212; and provides your baby gourmet with a clean dining surface, anywhere! We&amp;#39;ve never seen such a rugged, well-designed placemat! Take it to restaurants, and you know baby&amp;#39;s dining off a clean, hygienic surface. Use it at hom...                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://clickserve.cc-dt.com/link/ddiprod?lid=41000000023006671&amp;pid=11145" style="display: none;" class="url fn"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Tiny Diner&amp;Atilde;&amp;cent;&amp;acirc;&amp;#128;&amp;#158;&amp;Acirc;&amp;cent; Portable Placemat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong class="summary"&gt;helpful, but too playful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Downers Grove, IL&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;abbr title="201048T1200-0800" class="dtreviewed" style="border: none; text-decoration: none;"&gt;4/8/2010&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.5em 0; height: 15px; width: 83px; background-image: url(http://images.powerreviews.com/images_merchants/stars/10067_stars_small.gif); background-position: 0px -108px;" class="prStars prStarsSmall"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: none"&gt;&lt;span class="rating"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;out of 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift: &lt;/strong&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros: &lt;/strong&gt;Sturdy Construction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons: &lt;/strong&gt;Difficult to Clean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Uses: &lt;/strong&gt;Toddlers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Yourself: &lt;/strong&gt;First Time Parent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:1em" class="description"&gt;I like the placemat, but I think we could do without the "food catcher. My daughter thinks this is a toy and ends up putting her food in there before eating it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0.5em"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license"&gt;legalese&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1455636849566180365?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1455636849566180365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1455636849566180365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1455636849566180365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1455636849566180365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-review-of-tiny-dineraaa-portable.html' title='My Review of Tiny DinerÃ¢âÂ¢ Portable Placemat'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7164034434016224354</id><published>2010-03-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:38:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Rudeness</title><content type='html'>How do you deal with rude in-laws? &lt;div&gt;We recently had our daughter's second birthday party. We decided to keep things small, just us and my husband's family (my family is out of state.) The original party time was noon, but we moved it back to 2 PM because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; and her husband got in from a cruise late on Saturday night. Well, things got off to a rocky start when our party guests decided not to show up until nearly 2:30. There were tons of little things during the afternoon that were just rude... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby's family acts like they are uncomfortable here and they are really guests vs family. They wait to be served and don't think a thing of me or Hubby eating last because we've been waiting on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up dealing with it by acting like everything is okay while I'm really getting mad. How do you deal with basic rudeness, especially when they are family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7164034434016224354?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7164034434016224354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7164034434016224354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7164034434016224354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7164034434016224354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/dealing-with-rudeness.html' title='Dealing with Rudeness'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7192644998609127861</id><published>2010-03-12T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:14:30.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Update</title><content type='html'>We are at the 6 week mark for potty training and things seem to be going better. A sticker chart has helped us keep track of how many success and accidents we've had. Weekdays are good days usually, but we struggle a little bit on the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7192644998609127861?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7192644998609127861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7192644998609127861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7192644998609127861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7192644998609127861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/potty-training-update.html' title='Potty Training Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7927111510104685120</id><published>2010-02-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:10:52.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Frustration</title><content type='html'>We started Potty Training at the beginning of February and the first week and a half went great. Our little one was telling us when she needed to use the bathroom and we were having 0 to 1 accidents a day. Then something happened.... the last week and half have been confusing. When we are out Little Girl does well and ells us when she needs to go. But, it's a different story at home and we are having lots of accidents. We are getting very frustrated and a thinking about tweaking our approach. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7927111510104685120?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7927111510104685120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7927111510104685120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7927111510104685120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7927111510104685120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-training-frustration.html' title='Potty Training Frustration'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-512707076343567963</id><published>2010-02-10T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:04:35.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest pain</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning - while working on the computer - I felt a weird pain in my chest. I tried to dismiss it because it felt better after I burped. But, it nagged at me and the pain came back after I had lunch. Since the pain came back and I could find a logical explanation, I called the doctor and ended up in her office at 6 PM last night. The diagnosis came back as GERD.... a huge relief! Blood pressure, pulse, and heart rhythms were all good, so I was given a prescription to calm the stomach acids. I get to take that for 2 weeks.... If the chest pain symptoms come back in that time, I get to take a trip to the hospital for more tests, but I don't think that will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-512707076343567963?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/512707076343567963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=512707076343567963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/512707076343567963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/512707076343567963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/chest-pain.html' title='Chest pain'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5817351127267492336</id><published>2010-01-31T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:52:18.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 day Potty Training</title><content type='html'>We decided to try the 3 day potty training method and it has worked so well! Friday was day 1 and didn't go great, but yesterday there were only 3 accidents, and today there were NONE! &lt;div&gt;We aren't following the method to the letter.... we decided not to potty train for naps and overnight just yet, but while she is awake, little girl is doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5817351127267492336?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5817351127267492336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5817351127267492336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5817351127267492336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5817351127267492336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-day-potty-training.html' title='3 day Potty Training'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8243604470524800793</id><published>2010-01-14T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:35:42.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One nap vs two</title><content type='html'>According to friends and family, my daughter was a little unusual... she continued to take 2 naps every day well into her second year. I think a lot of it was that she (and I) were used to the routine and we kept it. While we were on Christmas vacation, she only took one nap a day if we were lucky. I knew she was ready, I just had to bite the bullet and change the routine. Part of me was scared.... I enjoyed the quiet time and that was when I got my housework done. &lt;div&gt;Once my husband went back to work after New Year's, we made the change and now just do one nap on most days. Usually right after lunch. This seems to work really well 90% of the time... even if there are days were "lunch" is at 10:45....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my bigger concerns was not having time to get house work done and still have a little bit of "me" time during the day. That has been a complete non issue and it's actually easier to get everything done. Even though we are down to 1 nap, our little one still sleeps for 2 - 3 hours. Since we are having one long nap instead of 2 short naps, I don't have to rush as much to get all the work done, so I am more relaxed once my little princess wakes up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8243604470524800793?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8243604470524800793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8243604470524800793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8243604470524800793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8243604470524800793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-nap-vs-two.html' title='One nap vs two'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3026446269527288526</id><published>2010-01-11T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:43:51.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When do you start discipline</title><content type='html'>How old does a child need to be when you start to discipline them? My 21 month old does things that she KNOWS is wrong. Should we punish her?&lt;div&gt;Currently, we just correct the behavior, but I wonder if we aren't being too easy on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3026446269527288526?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3026446269527288526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3026446269527288526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3026446269527288526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3026446269527288526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-do-you-start-discipline.html' title='When do you start discipline'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7810853014119236184</id><published>2010-01-04T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:47:34.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the terrible two's??</title><content type='html'>While we were on our Christmas vacation at my parent's house, we had our first taste of the terrible two's from our little girl (who is 21 months old). She was doing something she knew she shouldn't and every time I would correct her she'd scream at me. &lt;div&gt;Every time, we talked about how that's not how you talk to Mommy, but it didn't seem to make an impression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we've been home, it has happened once or twice, usually when it's time to do something she'd rather not. Are there any suggestions for how to discipline this behavior?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7810853014119236184?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7810853014119236184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7810853014119236184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7810853014119236184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7810853014119236184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginning-of-terrible-twos.html' title='Beginning of the terrible two&apos;s??'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5240649093010989981</id><published>2009-12-10T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:03:03.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Snuggles</title><content type='html'>Ever since our little girl was teeny tiny, she'd wake up fairly early in the morning, around 5 or 6 AM. Since this was before we had to get up, I'd slip in to give her the pacifier and she'd go back to sleep for a little while. The last couple of weeks, well probably more like a month or more, she'd be standing up waiting for me to come in. The pacifier didn't do the trick anymore, so now she comes into bed with us until it's time to get up. This is okay as long as we are close to getting up, but it doesn't work very well when it happens at 3 or 3:30 in the morning! Little girl is a bed HOG. &lt;div&gt;We figured out that most of the time when she wakes up super early, something is bothering her, usually her teeth. A little TLC and a lullaby or two and she'll go back to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 6 AM wake ups, don't bother me too much because I enjoy getting to snuggle with her for the 30 minutes or so before hubby is out of the shower and ready to take over. Little girl doesn't want to snuggle with Mommy too much during the day anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5240649093010989981?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5240649093010989981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5240649093010989981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5240649093010989981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5240649093010989981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-snuggles.html' title='Morning Snuggles'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5853539841443781113</id><published>2009-12-01T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:54:28.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little frustrated</title><content type='html'>I'm a little frustrated/worn out right now. Since about 2006, I have been a sounding board for my Mom. It started with my the process of my grandfather moving into the apartment at my parents house. First it was the stress of an independent 80+ man figuring out how to live in a new place basically with his child. Then it was the issues around diagnosing his ALS and following treatment, hospice care, and death in 2007. Since then it's been one thing after another... we'll go weeks without anything, then we'll have weeks where there is something everyday. &lt;div&gt;I know she needs someone to talk to and I don't mind being there for her. But, sometimes it feels like I am being taken advantage of. When she calls, she asks what I'm doing, but it doesn't matter if I am busy or not - she just keeps going. I don't know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5853539841443781113?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5853539841443781113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5853539841443781113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5853539841443781113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5853539841443781113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-frustrated.html' title='A little frustrated'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5796197281596460214</id><published>2009-11-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:28:04.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Stress</title><content type='html'>Everyone has stress this time of year. Everything from cooking the Thanksgiving feast, to hosting parties, and finding the perfect gift that doesn't break the bank. What methods do you use to combat holiday stress. &lt;div&gt;For me, it's starting early. I shop early and often, but not to excess. I head out (or online) as we get ideas for different family members. This lets me do my research and shop a little bit at a time. I also start my holiday baking early and freeze items until they are needed. Wrapping gifts seems to get put off a little bit, but then it is easier to get everything out at once and just go for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5796197281596460214?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5796197281596460214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5796197281596460214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5796197281596460214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5796197281596460214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-stress.html' title='Holiday Stress'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5392372695154473538</id><published>2009-11-10T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:13:17.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When to Potty Train</title><content type='html'>Our daughter is 20 months old and we have spent the last 3 weeks trying to potty train. She caught on to holding it pretty quickly, but never seemed to get the idea of telling me she needed to pee. We tried the timer method and that was wearing me out, but we weren't having too many accidents. The we tried the 3 day method and LG seemed to get the idea of keeping her panties dry and holding it, but still wouldn't tell me she needed to go. &lt;div&gt;Frustration is starting to set in, so we decided to postpone things and try again in a few months. What is your experience in starting potty training? What is the ideal age and methods that work for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5392372695154473538?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5392372695154473538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5392372695154473538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5392372695154473538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5392372695154473538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-to-potty-train.html' title='When to Potty Train'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6529654452433972488</id><published>2009-11-05T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:41:38.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is weathly?</title><content type='html'>There has been a lot of talk by politicians in the past year or two about helping the "middle class" and having the "wealthy" paying their "fair" share. These discussions are disquieting for several reasons...&lt;div&gt;1) Making the "wealthy" pay their "fair share" to help other Americans seems very socialist and goes against the grain of what I think made and makes our country great. To me one of the core American ideals has been that if you work hard, anything is possible. Some of the tax payer funded social systems in place already undercut this ideal (welfare), but as a society, we do have a responsibility to help the less fortunate. Why should we punish someone for doing what it takes to achieve a certain level of success and the income that goes with it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The way "wealthy" is defined. The number I've heard thrown around most defines wealthy as anyone who makes $250,000 or more per year. Wealth is a relative concept.... A single person making $250,000 may truly be wealthy and able to pay extra taxes. But, what about a family where the gross income is $250,000? Depending on where they live, they may just barely making ends meet by the time they make mortgage, tax, and day care payments then also address the basic needs of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We barely squeak into the 6 figure category some years and I know we don't feel wealthy! But, there are people in different parts of the country would feel rich if they were suddenly making the equivalent income. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we set a threshold of "wealth" it is a slippery slope to gradually lower that number. I honestly think a better approach would be to revise and simplify our tax system. There are lots of loop holes both for corporations and individuals that drain a lot of potential income from the treasury. There is also a lot of waste in our system (medicare and welfare) that could be addressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6529654452433972488?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6529654452433972488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6529654452433972488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6529654452433972488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6529654452433972488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-weathly.html' title='What is weathly?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8313083098930649580</id><published>2009-10-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:28:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many computers?</title><content type='html'>We say my SIL and her family over the weekend. One of our nephews had a Lego catalog with him and was showing me things that he wants for Christmas. As he was showing me, my BIL came up and was talking about how they are thinking about getting BOTH of our nephews their own laptop - that would be TWO refurbished Apple laptops - for Christmas and if they do that, they are hoping other family members would chip in also. Each of the boys would also be expected to chip in some of their own money. &lt;div&gt;Hubby and I were talking about this after and we were both flabbergasted that they would consider getting each of the boys (who are 9 and 12) their own laptop. One question that came up is "how many computers does one house really need?" They already have 3 in the house... Both SIL and BIL have laptops that they use partly for their jobs, but also for their personal use. Then there is a "family" computer that the boys mainly use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think part of the logic is that 1) the boys don't share well and 2) the older of the boys is having a lot of computer based homework and is expected to check Blackboard every day regarding homework assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess if the boys are having that much trouble sharing, a second family computer might make sense, but two more computers???? The other thing that seems sad to me is that it seems to take the joy of Christmas away.... Christmas isn't about money (even though we all probably spend too much on gifts) and by having everyone chip in for the computer(s) they make it about money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8313083098930649580?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8313083098930649580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8313083098930649580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8313083098930649580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8313083098930649580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-many-computers.html' title='How many computers?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1100165370331213152</id><published>2009-10-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:59:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay</title><content type='html'>We recently sold a more expensive item on Ebay. We listed with a 10 day auction and had watchers and questions from day 1, but no bids until the last couple of hours. I learned one thing in the process.... Listing first thing in the morning isn't the best idea. Evening would have been better. I did have one giant frustration during this entire process... questions. I don't mind people asking questions about the item, but I do mind the persistent, nagging questions. We had one interested party who asked between 10 t0 15 questions, including asking if they could pay a full week after the auction ended. This got more and more frustrating as the auction went one, but peaked when I discovered that this interested individual couldn't be bothered to place a bid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1100165370331213152?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1100165370331213152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1100165370331213152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1100165370331213152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1100165370331213152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/ebay.html' title='Ebay'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5081947246902938649</id><published>2009-10-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:14:21.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest pet peeves is when people ask you for information via e-mail... you provide the information and then they NEVER acknowledge that they received it. E-mail arriving at it's intended destination isn't a given, so it would just be polite to let people know you received what you asked for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5081947246902938649?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5081947246902938649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5081947246902938649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5081947246902938649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5081947246902938649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-mail.html' title='E-mail'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7785171484335642918</id><published>2009-10-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:39:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week around here between doctor appointments and DAR meetings. So far everything has gone well, but I am worn out today. I really should have worked out today, but decided to catch up on TV instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7785171484335642918?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7785171484335642918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7785171484335642918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7785171484335642918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7785171484335642918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7622154478493383820</id><published>2009-10-02T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:08:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a pretty quiet day here at home and I'm looking forward to it because tomorrow will be busy and next week is going to be down right crazy with something almost every day. Pediatrician appointments, hair appointments, DAR meetings, and park district classes will be filling next week and among all that, I need to work on getting laundry done and keeping the house clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7622154478493383820?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7622154478493383820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7622154478493383820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7622154478493383820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7622154478493383820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm before the storm'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8049521087703953182</id><published>2009-09-29T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:24:13.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burr...</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a warm and beautiful day, but it's down right chilly now! It seems like we didn't have much of a summer, so I'm not really ready for fall and winter to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8049521087703953182?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8049521087703953182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8049521087703953182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8049521087703953182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8049521087703953182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/burr.html' title='Burr...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1730981915565075834</id><published>2009-09-25T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:02:31.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell's acting up</title><content type='html'>After several months of things being quiet, my Bell's Palsy is acting up again. The last couple of days has had me with a very sore, tired face. I'm currently debating if I should call the doctor or not... not sure if they could do anything even if I did call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1730981915565075834?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1730981915565075834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1730981915565075834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1730981915565075834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1730981915565075834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/bells-acting-up.html' title='Bell&apos;s acting up'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3500426477172697745</id><published>2009-09-24T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:15:17.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to dress</title><content type='html'>This time of year can be so confusing! Technically, it's fall, but the weather can't seem to decide. It's chilly and cloudy one day then sunny and warmer the next day. My little one is 18 months old, is it still okay for me to let her wear some of her summer clothes that are sleeveless? Or, should I try to keep her in pants more often? I don't worry about it too much on the days we stay home, but I worry when we go out and about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3500426477172697745?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3500426477172697745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3500426477172697745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3500426477172697745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3500426477172697745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-dress.html' title='How to dress'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2101191376069195085</id><published>2009-09-22T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:49:26.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>I am really struggling with my faith today. I really don't understand why God makes the most innocent suffer. Why must a young woman who found out she has cancer and pregnant virtually at the same time then have to have MORE problems right after her precious baby was born? I just don't understand! Why do children have to suffer the loss of a parent before they even get to know them? Why does a merciful God do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2101191376069195085?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2101191376069195085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2101191376069195085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2101191376069195085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2101191376069195085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6290003514362186116</id><published>2009-09-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:43:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Scene helps</title><content type='html'>The routine changes that I introduced in the last couple of weeks have paid dividends. Since the changes, my daughter has become much more affectionate and has been adding a lot more words to her vocabulary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6290003514362186116?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6290003514362186116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6290003514362186116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6290003514362186116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6290003514362186116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-of-scene-helps.html' title='Change of Scene helps'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3802339978223874110</id><published>2009-09-09T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:45:28.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Scene</title><content type='html'>Just for something different, I have tweaked our afternoon routine a little bit. We still come down into the family room after Emma eats her lunch. She gets to watch PBS while I eat my lunch and get caught up on e-mail, etc. It used to be, that we'd stay down in the family room until time for Emma's afternoon nap, but now the TV gets turned off between 1 &amp;amp; 1:30 PM and we play. We usually start playing in the family room, but we eventually migrate upstairs to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;This simple change has made a huge difference for both of us. I think we are both a lot more relaxed now. We'll have to keep this up and see what comes from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3802339978223874110?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3802339978223874110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3802339978223874110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3802339978223874110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3802339978223874110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-of-scene.html' title='A Change of Scene'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-101955753515819309</id><published>2009-09-03T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:14:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Time</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all the other Mom's out there feel the same way - like we never get anytime for ourselves. And even when we do get a little time, we worry about the kids even when we know they are in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with resentment issues lately. Why does hubby get to go on a "guys night" to a football game while I stay on "baby duty?" Why does his family think spending $100 to go to the game is okay for him, but I'm frivolous for going to run a few errands (getting things we need at home and using coupons) then making a surprise visit to see them?&lt;br /&gt;Little comments that have been made when we are all together just make things worse. I know I need to get over it, but I just can't help being sad and frustrated. I even have gift cards for a massage and facial and can't seem to find time to use them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-101955753515819309?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/101955753515819309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=101955753515819309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/101955753515819309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/101955753515819309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-time.html' title='Mommy Time'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7354185211089323411</id><published>2009-08-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:34:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Fair.... and Disappointed</title><content type='html'>I come from a blended family and I know my parents (Dad and step mom) have always worked at being very fair to my step sister and I, but it's still frustrating to know that no matter how much they try.... it just doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like I'm doing the whole poor me thing because my parents have always been very generous, but there are still a few things that bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister was pregnant with her youngest, my Mom made a big deal about telling me about things they did for her family (buying a new dishwasher and helping her buy maternity clothes). When I was pregnant, I was at their house and my Mom made a big deal about saying she wanted to take me shopping for maternity clothes... But, I was home for a funeral, so it didn't happen. She commented that she would send me a check, well, the check never came.&lt;br /&gt;My family just got back from a vacation at my parents house. All summer when we've talked about coming for this trip and for a trip over the holidays, my Mom has been saying that they want to pay for my daughter's flight. Well, that never happened either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just need to get over it, because my parents do a ton of little things for us that I know all add up. It's just hard to get over broken promises.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7354185211089323411?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7354185211089323411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7354185211089323411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7354185211089323411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7354185211089323411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-fair-and-disappointed.html' title='Being Fair.... and Disappointed'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4177460260489890914</id><published>2009-08-10T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:30:34.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Security and Congress</title><content type='html'>I received this e-mail the other day and thought it was worth sharing. It seems like I keep hearing stories about how Congress has set asides for itself that are vastly different from programs that they are proposing for the American people. If we really expect them to make decisions that are best for us, shouldn't they have to abide by the same programs and laws???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original message I received:&lt;br /&gt;Propose this in  2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START A BILL TO PLACE ALL  POLITICIANS ON SOCIAL SECURITY&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY:&lt;br /&gt;(This is worth reading. It is short and to  the point.)&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions  during election years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Senators and  Congresswomen do not pay into &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_13"&gt;Social Security&lt;/span&gt;  and, of&lt;br /&gt;course, they do not collect from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  see, Social Security benefits were not suitable  for persons of their&lt;br /&gt;rare  elevation in society.  They felt they  should have a special  plan  for&lt;br /&gt;themselves. So, many years ago they voted in  their  own  benefit  plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more recent years, no congressperson  has felt the need to change it.&lt;br /&gt;After all, it is a  great plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  all practical purposes their plan works like this:&lt;br /&gt;When  they retire, they continue to draw the same  pay  until they die&lt;br /&gt;Except it may increase from  time to time for &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_14"&gt;cost of living  adjustments&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  example, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_15"&gt;Senator Byrd&lt;/span&gt;  and Congressman White and their wives may expect&lt;br /&gt;to draw $7, 800,000.00 (that's Seven Million,  Eight-Hundred Thousand&lt;br /&gt;Dollars), with their 2 wives  drawing $275, 000..00 during the last years of&lt;br /&gt;their lives.&lt;br /&gt;This is calculated on an  &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_16"&gt;average life  span&lt;/span&gt; for each of those two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_17"&gt;Dignitaries&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger  Dignitaries who  retire at an early age, will receive much more&lt;br /&gt;during the rest of their  lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cost for this  excellent plan is $0.00. NADA!!! ZILCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  little perk they voted for themselves is free to  them.  You and I&lt;br /&gt;pick up  the tab for this plan. The funds for this fine  retirement plan&lt;br /&gt;come directly from the General  Funds;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our  own &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_18"&gt;Social  Security Plan&lt;/span&gt;, which you  and I pay (or have paid)&lt;br /&gt;into, every payday until  we retire (which  amount is matched by  our&lt;br /&gt;employer),  We can  expect to get an average of&lt;br /&gt;$1,000 per  month  after  retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, in  other words, we would have to collect our average  of $1,000 monthly&lt;br /&gt;benefits for 68 years and one  (1) month to equal Senator Bill Bradley's&lt;br /&gt;benefits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_19"&gt;Social  Security&lt;/span&gt; could be very good if only one small  change were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That change would be to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk  the  &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_20"&gt;Golden Fleece  Retirement Plan&lt;/span&gt; from under the Senators and&lt;br /&gt;Congressmen.. Put them into the &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249910971_21"&gt;Social Security  plan&lt;/span&gt; with the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  sit back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see how fast they  would fix it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If enough people  receive this, maybe a seed of awareness will be  planted&lt;br /&gt;and maybe good changes will  evolve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4177460260489890914?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4177460260489890914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4177460260489890914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4177460260489890914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4177460260489890914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/social-security-and-congress.html' title='Social Security and Congress'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4939219432871716905</id><published>2009-07-27T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:04:29.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>We went to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince yesterday and were VERY disappointed in the movie. We were okay with some of the early departures from the book because we knew they were for time and they stayed true to the basics of the story. About halfway through the movie, I got very annoyed because a scene that is NOT in the book was inserted into the movie. This extra scene did nothing to advance the story line and actually destroyed a key local for the 7th movie. We were also very disappointed with the way the movie ended; a lot of the more interesting scenes from the book were actually left out and the movie just fell kind of flat because of the omissions. Up until now, I have been really pleased with all of the Harry Potter movies and they have all been pretty consistent with the books (a few changes for time, etc can be forgiven), but this movie just didn't measure up to the others. I don't think I will be getting this one on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4939219432871716905?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4939219432871716905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4939219432871716905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4939219432871716905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4939219432871716905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2348527873282358268</id><published>2009-07-14T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:13:48.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip with the inlaws</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a weekend visit to Michigan. Hubby's family (parents, sister, etc) are there for the week and we went up for a long weekend. It was actually a good trip - and yes, I am surprised!&lt;br /&gt;There were potential problem moments, but everything went well. I think we were smart to not try to stay for the entire week. The house rented just wasn't big enough for 9 people for a week... I think the 4 days we were there was plenty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2348527873282358268?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2348527873282358268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2348527873282358268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2348527873282358268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2348527873282358268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-with-inlaws.html' title='Trip with the inlaws'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4845969992241691913</id><published>2009-07-05T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:15:27.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Books are on the brain lately........ I had gotten a Barnes and Nobel gift card for Christmas and finally used it. I got the Blood brothers trilogy by Nora Roberts and they were all very good stories. I'm not sure there is anything of her's that I don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;Books are also a daily challenge around here.... Little Girl LOVES to go over to our book case and pull some of the books off the shelves. What's funny is that she always goes for the dog related books and for the Nancy Drew books....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4845969992241691913?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4845969992241691913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4845969992241691913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4845969992241691913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4845969992241691913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2516332769223703239</id><published>2009-06-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:51:13.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avon Walk</title><content type='html'>I survived the Avon Walk last weekend, but I didn't make it the whole marathon and a half. I ended up with bad blisters on my toes, so I only walked 16.3 miles on Saturday. I did complete the whole 13.1 mile walk on Sunday and paid for it because the blisters on my toes got really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2516332769223703239?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2516332769223703239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2516332769223703239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2516332769223703239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2516332769223703239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/avon-walk.html' title='Avon Walk'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6058343103884070617</id><published>2009-06-04T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:05:17.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big walk coming up</title><content type='html'>This weekend is the big walk and I'm getting nervous! My longest walk to date is only 15 miles and I'm supposed to walk 26 on Saturday. I'm really hoping that I will be able to do it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6058343103884070617?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6058343103884070617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6058343103884070617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6058343103884070617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6058343103884070617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-walk-coming-up.html' title='Big walk coming up'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3627660439661388254</id><published>2009-06-01T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:38:04.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc Notes</title><content type='html'>Last week was tough! Little girl ended up with a runny nose on Monday and has been on kids Zyrtec since and it seems to be helping. My own nose started running on Tuesday and I felt yucky all week. I finally gave up on Saturday and went to the urgent care clinic and received a prescription for a nasal spray and Zyrtec D. I'm still not 100%, but I am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so yucky last week made it hard for me to walk. I did log 8.5 miles yesterday, but I really should have been closer to 18 miles this weekend. The big walk is coming up and I am a little concerned about being able to make the whole 40 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3627660439661388254?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3627660439661388254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3627660439661388254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3627660439661388254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3627660439661388254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/misc-notes.html' title='Misc Notes'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2101016877246559045</id><published>2009-05-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:17:05.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>I'm a little over 3 weeks away from the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer - Chicago and I'm a little worried about meeting my fund raising goal. I'm still $440 away and I don't know if I'll get there. There are lots of people who I was sure would help, but haven't and I don't know what else to do! I started a raffle on May 1 and publicized it on Facebook and Linkedin, but all of those efforts have resulted in 1 entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2101016877246559045?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2101016877246559045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2101016877246559045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2101016877246559045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2101016877246559045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1599784393644648031</id><published>2009-05-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:52:45.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry....</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been such a horrible blogger, it just seems that I have been swamped lately. Training for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer takes a lot more time than i really expected it too. We are gone for 1:30 to 2:30 hours for weekday training walks, all depending on where we walk. When we get home from walking, there is all the normal house and baby stuff to take care of. I'm glad that I have taken on the challenge of the walk, but I will be glad when the process is over.&lt;br /&gt;I think once everything is done, I will continue to walk, but not with nearly as much intensity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1599784393644648031?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1599784393644648031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1599784393644648031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1599784393644648031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1599784393644648031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4185517771099082743</id><published>2009-04-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:12:13.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Drivers</title><content type='html'>I am getting really irritated with rude drivers! Since I'm training for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and have a 1 year old for a training buddy, I end up at the mall a lot for weekday training walks. I make a big effort to get to the mall as close to 8 AM as possible so that I can try to finish the distance I need to walk before the mall opens at 10 AM. This means I am usually leaving the mall shortly after most of the stores have opened and that I have a decent parking spot. Twice after training walks (and once just after a shopping trip) drivers arriving at the mall saw me approach my car and decided to wait for me to back out so they could take my spot.&lt;br /&gt;If it was just me, this wouldn't bother me. I mean it doesn't take THAT long for one person to deposit their bags, get in the car, and go. But, it's not just me. I have my one year old daughter and her stroller to get in the car.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that these people must not have children or remember what it's like to try to get a wiggly little person buckled into a car seat... It's not a fast process.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's experience took the cake! I was leaving the mall shortly after 10 AM and an arriving driver spotted me before I even got to the car, so they decided to wait. Another car pulled up behind them and someone started honking while I was getting my daughter into her seat. After the third honk, I lost my temper and yelled at the lady that I was going as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would just go around when they see someone with a baby trying to get their child in the car. It's nerve wracking to have someone waiting to pounce....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4185517771099082743?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4185517771099082743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4185517771099082743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4185517771099082743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4185517771099082743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/rude-drivers.html' title='Rude Drivers'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2904081713957760152</id><published>2009-04-23T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:02:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training, training, and more training</title><content type='html'>As of today I have walked 126 miles to get ready for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. The 5 and 6 mile walks are getting easier and easier. My longest individual walk is 10 miles. I've done 10 mile walks twice, the last one was significantly faster then the other. I walked 10 miles in 3 hours, which is under the 20 minute mile pace I need for walk weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get longer walks in, I'm hoping for at least 11 miles on this Saturday's walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2904081713957760152?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2904081713957760152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2904081713957760152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2904081713957760152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2904081713957760152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/training-training-and-more-training.html' title='Training, training, and more training'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7632919072465649032</id><published>2009-04-14T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:09:02.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from elizabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="200" width="200" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procsrserv/47b9da32b3127cce98548a768ba100000040100AbNGzRm4aNGQg/cwvDm9asA3Lw9ZMGAbl5esWrDQ" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;22 pictures&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbNGzRm4aNGTi4&amp;eid=115"&gt;View Album at Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7632919072465649032?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7632919072465649032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7632919072465649032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7632919072465649032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7632919072465649032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-from-elizabeth.html' title='Pictures from elizabeth'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-655498611361770199</id><published>2009-04-11T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:53:11.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training continues</title><content type='html'>I have now completed 5 weeks of training for the Avon 3 day and have walked a total of 90.5 miles. I longest one time walk so far is 10 miles, so I still have a lot of work to do. Next week will be challenging because it will be the first week where I walk 4 days out of the week. I've really been amazed at how much time the training really takes up, especially when the weather is bad and we have to drive to walk at the mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-655498611361770199?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/655498611361770199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=655498611361770199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/655498611361770199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/655498611361770199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/training-continues.html' title='Training continues'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3272117364670229607</id><published>2009-03-23T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:05:04.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived</title><content type='html'>We made it through birthday party weekend. Barely, but we made it! We talked before the party about how this would be the only big party until Emma is old enough to have her own little friends and this weekend just confirmed that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3272117364670229607?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3272117364670229607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3272117364670229607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3272117364670229607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3272117364670229607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-survived.html' title='We survived'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8745310370349156002</id><published>2009-03-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:30:18.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Countdown</title><content type='html'>Little Girl's birthday is this week and her party is this coming Saturday. I need to be working on getting the house ready, etc, but have spent today walking and playing with my little girl. It's a beautiful day outside, so we have the windows open to air out the house. I love the fresh air!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8745310370349156002?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8745310370349156002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8745310370349156002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8745310370349156002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8745310370349156002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-countdown.html' title='Birthday Countdown'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5090604044141545434</id><published>2009-03-14T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:23:35.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1 of Training is DONE</title><content type='html'>I complete my First week of training for the Avon 3 day this morning. I walked 3 days and completed 3.5, 5, and 6 mile walks. One thing I have discovered is that I was letting myself get real dehydrated. I was suspecting this, but yesterday I ended up with a crick in my neck for no reason! I drank almost an entire bottle of water between 9 and 11 PM last night and really didn't need to use the restroom that badly this morning, so I think dehydration may have really been an issue.&lt;br /&gt;I took water with me on this mornings walk and finished it during the walk....... I need to make sure i take water with me from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5090604044141545434?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5090604044141545434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5090604044141545434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5090604044141545434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5090604044141545434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-1-of-training-is-done.html' title='Week 1 of Training is DONE'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8125233806475875506</id><published>2009-03-10T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:15:12.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training has started</title><content type='html'>I started training for the Avon 3 day yesterday. Little Girl and I went to the local mall and walked 3.5 miles of the 5 miles I was supposed to walk. I discovered that mall walking isn't the greatest idea for long distances. Both Little Girl and I got a little bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8125233806475875506?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8125233806475875506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8125233806475875506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8125233806475875506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8125233806475875506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/training-has-started.html' title='Training has started'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6237215895025629713</id><published>2009-03-06T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:27:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Windows</title><content type='html'>Today was our first really warn day of 2009. It was absolutely wonderful! After getting home from the grocery store, I opened up our larger windows and patio door to let some fresh air into the house. After Little Girl woke up from her nap, I also ran our whole house fan.&lt;br /&gt;We have to be careful running the whole house fan because my husband and I both have bad allergies and the fan has been a culprit in pulling allergens up into the bedrooms. We've had good luck with the fan though as long as we have time between running the fan and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I also FINALLY got around to re potting my poor ivy plant. I'm glad i did because in the process I found out that I really haven't been watering the plant enough, All of the roots were very shallow, so that's a good wake up call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6237215895025629713?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6237215895025629713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6237215895025629713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6237215895025629713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6237215895025629713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-windows.html' title='Open Windows'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2242941851296219333</id><published>2009-03-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:44:28.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice walk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Little Girl and I took advantage of the slightly warmer weather and we took a walk into town. It was about a three mile walk round trip and it felt REALLY nice to get out and get the exercise. Training for the 3 day starts next week, so I really appreciated the walk. The energy boost from yesterday, has also carried over to today. Yippee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2242941851296219333?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2242941851296219333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2242941851296219333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2242941851296219333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2242941851296219333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice-walk.html' title='A nice walk'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4650831313054292767</id><published>2009-03-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:27:22.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Botox'/><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>Tonight I go to yet another doctor for my Bell's Palsy... I'm a little worried about this one. This is the doctor we are going to talk with about using Botox to break the sykenisis I have going on. I'm concerned about the side effects and the fact that Botox is a toxin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4650831313054292767?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4650831313054292767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4650831313054292767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4650831313054292767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4650831313054292767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6089194418085380381</id><published>2009-03-02T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:09:13.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over committed</title><content type='html'>I think when I agreed to be the vice regent for my DAR chapter for the next two years (starting in May) I may have over committed myself. Our current Vice Regent had to resign due to personal issues, so I have been the de-facto Vice regent since the nominating committee put my name on the ballot. I had really hoped to take a break from the executive board for the next two years, but it doesn't look like that will happen and I'm not sure I want to new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6089194418085380381?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6089194418085380381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6089194418085380381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6089194418085380381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6089194418085380381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-committed.html' title='Over committed'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7546520709026644139</id><published>2009-02-28T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:12:06.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the neck</title><content type='html'>We've all used the phrase "Pain in the Neck" usually to complain about someone or something, but last night I had (and still have) a literal pain in the neck. Little Girl and I met hubby at Sweet Tomatoes for dinner and then we all went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to see if we could find a new mirror for our bathroom fix up project. When we left BBB, I was trying to get Little girl in the car quickly because it was so cold and windy, when I felt something pop and had a horrible pain. We made it home and got the little one to bed, then hubby was sweet and rubbed my shoulder and neck, but it didn't help much. Needless to say, I didn't sleep real great and ended up coming down into our family room around 3 AM. I spent the rest of the night down on the couch with a heating pad and slept a little bit better. This morning, hubby was nice to rub my shoulder/neck again this time with tiger balm. That helped enough that I have been able to move around more and it feels a lot better this morning. I'm sure the Ibuprofen I took helped too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7546520709026644139?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7546520709026644139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7546520709026644139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7546520709026644139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7546520709026644139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-in-neck.html' title='Pain in the neck'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6789955011264824359</id><published>2009-02-26T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:59:29.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little frustrated</title><content type='html'>My Mom called this morning.... (she does most mornings at some point) and asked if I had a minute. I didn't REALLY, but wasn't doing anything that couldn't wait a few minutes. Well, it was almost an hour later when we got off the phone. My toast, which I had been eating when she called, was now cold and I hadn't worked out yet. I wasn't sure how much longer the baby would nap because she went down a little before my Mom called, but I decided to try to get a least a little workout in. Thankfully, my precious little girl took a long nap this morning, so I was able to get my 30 Wii Fit credits, even if it wasn't the yoga work out I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;The frustrating part is that it wouldn't have mattered if I told my Mom I was eating or about to work out, she would have kept talking anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6789955011264824359?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6789955011264824359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6789955011264824359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6789955011264824359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6789955011264824359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-frustrated.html' title='A little frustrated'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1522964371050864013</id><published>2009-02-24T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:54:12.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Scare</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon, hubby called to let me know that his parent's dog was FINALLY being released from the animal hospital where he's been since being hit by a car on Feb 6. Someone needed to go stay with my Father-in-law (who was also hurt in the accident) while Mother-in-law went to get the dog and get him settled at sister-in-law's house. I headed over as soon as the baby was up from her nap and fed and hubby met me there as soon as he got out of work for the day. We had dinner there and hung out until about 7:30 PM when the baby started getting tired. Hubby went out to the car with us and helped get the baby buckled into her seat and off she and I went for the short ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after I left my in-laws neighborhood, I thought I saw the car behind me flash their bright lights. So, I checked my dash to see if any of my idiot lights were on... they weren't. The car behind me kept flashing their brights... I thought maybe they wanted to pass me because I was going the speed limit, so I got over to the right as soon as I could (the road had a bike lane), but they didn't want to pass, they tried to pull up along side me at a stop sign. I kept going and made sure my doors were locked, but I was getting very scared. When we got to the first major intersection, I turned to go onto the major street instead of continuing on the residential street.  Once I made the turn, the other car continued going straight. I called my hubby and we decided that I would return to my in-law's house to wait for him to be able to come home with me.&lt;br /&gt;The more we talked about what happened, we figured that the person flashing their lights at me could have been someone who knows someone who also drives a car like mine (it's a common make and color) and that they were just trying to get m attention. But, there is a slim chance that they were up to no good, so we played it safe.... especially with the baby in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1522964371050864013?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1522964371050864013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1522964371050864013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1522964371050864013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1522964371050864013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving-scare.html' title='Driving Scare'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6638749456912582165</id><published>2009-02-24T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:25:17.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois Senate Seat - part 2</title><content type='html'>Our Junior senator, Roland Burris, should never have accepted is appointment from Gov. Blagoviech. Based on his record of public office and attempts to gain additional offices, I get the feeling that Mr. Burris' personal desire for glory and/or importance overshadowed his desire to do right by the people of Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough that one of our former Governor's is in jail, his successor has been impeached while under federal indictment, but now our junior senator has a cloud hanging over his head too. How in these difficult times, are we supposed to have the representation we need if there are constantly questions about if the man is telling the truth or not?&lt;br /&gt;The writing was on the wall regarding Blago's impeachment, so I'm not sure what Mr. Burris was thinking when he accepted the appointment......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6638749456912582165?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6638749456912582165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6638749456912582165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6638749456912582165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6638749456912582165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/illinois-senate-seat-part-2_24.html' title='Illinois Senate Seat - part 2'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2594997261836525821</id><published>2009-02-22T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:08:29.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>We've had our typical busy weekend. FIL came home from the rehab center on Friday, so we have honestly spent a big chuck of our weekend over there. I can't say that I really enjoy the time, but I understand why we do it... They are family.&lt;br /&gt;The dog gets to come home soon too........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2594997261836525821?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2594997261836525821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2594997261836525821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2594997261836525821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2594997261836525821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8820498736301151098</id><published>2009-02-20T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:13:30.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENT Update</title><content type='html'>I went to the ENT on Tuesday....&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I get to go to another doctor. Frustration is running rampant for me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8820498736301151098?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8820498736301151098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8820498736301151098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8820498736301151098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8820498736301151098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/ent-update.html' title='ENT Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1541702263688120477</id><published>2009-02-16T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:10:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bells and the ENT</title><content type='html'>I go to a new doctor tomorrow, hopefully to get help with my Bell's Palsy. I'm really hoping that the ENT I'm going to see can help me. The pain is getting really annoying to the point where I am having to take Ibuprofen at least once a day and taking Tylenol sleep almost every night. I don't want to be addicted to pain killers for the rest of my life. The cross wiring of my face is also getting really irritating because it is making it difficult for me to play with my little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1541702263688120477?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1541702263688120477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1541702263688120477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1541702263688120477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1541702263688120477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/bells-and-ent.html' title='Bells and the ENT'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7137280984724865842</id><published>2009-02-14T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:44:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog is Paralyzed</title><content type='html'>We found out last night that my Father-in-law's dog is paralyzed in his hind legs and the chances are that he won't recover. He is currently being fitted for a little cart that will allow him to "walk"&lt;br /&gt;The last figures I heard for the cost of his care to date was north of $10,000... I really hope that the driver who hit him is held responsible and pays the bills.&lt;br /&gt;My FIL was just out for a walk with his dog, he shouldn't have to suffer the expense of someone else being reckless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7137280984724865842?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7137280984724865842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7137280984724865842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7137280984724865842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7137280984724865842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-is-paralyzed.html' title='The Dog is Paralyzed'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3378105262351545020</id><published>2009-02-10T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:41:12.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's to blame</title><content type='html'>There is some frustration in the family over FIL's accident on Friday. The young man driving the car that hit FIL received a citation and only a citation because he called the police. His punishment for hitting a man walking his dog with his 2000 pound car is a ticket and the difficulty he'll have getting car insurance in the future. That just doesn't seem fair because my father-in-law will be dealing with his injuries for months to come. And let's not forget the dog, he's not out of the woods yet. There is speculation that he still might have to be put down. If he does survive, he has months of recovery ahead of him too.&lt;br /&gt;And what about the people who didn't clear the snow, which turned to ice, off of their sidewalk? They are the reason the FIL was walking the dog in the street in the first place. Aren't they at fault too? We found a village ordinance that says you can't clear snow so that you impede pedestrian traffic. That means you can't dump snow into the sidewalk when you clear your driveway. But, doesn't failing to clear the sidewalk impede pedestrian traffic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3378105262351545020?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3378105262351545020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3378105262351545020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3378105262351545020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3378105262351545020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/whos-to-blame.html' title='Who&apos;s to blame'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7514439629597361587</id><published>2009-02-09T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:28:02.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived the weekend</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend going back and forth to the hospital. FIL is doing much better, but will be in the hospital for a while yet.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really feel like I did much to help. I spent most of Friday taking care of the kids and all I really did on Saturday was make dinner for everyone. Hubby says it was helpful... I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7514439629597361587?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7514439629597361587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7514439629597361587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7514439629597361587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7514439629597361587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-survived-weekend.html' title='We survived the weekend'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3990710039392890811</id><published>2009-02-06T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:33:48.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downers Grove Police</title><content type='html'>The Downers Grove police ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my father-in-law was walking his black lab mix, Buddy, in their neighborhood. He was walking along the sidewalk until he reached an area that hadn't ever been cleared of the latest snow and was now icy, so they were walking along the curb until they cleared the obstacle when they were hit from behind by a car.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the driver did the right thing and called 911. The police responded and called the ambulance. My FIL was taken to the hospital, one officer went to get my MIL, and THREE squad cars took Buddy to the ER vet.&lt;br /&gt;As of tonight, the driver has a citation. FIL is in critical care with a broken ankle, broken fibula, broken ribs, broken scapula, and various bumps and bruises. Surgery to fix the ankle is tomorrow. Buddy, is still at the vet and is resting. He has temporarily lost the use of his hind legs, but tests show no spinal cord damage, just trauma. The vet believes he will recover.&lt;br /&gt;We are all very grateful to the Downers Police for the help and kindness during the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3990710039392890811?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3990710039392890811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3990710039392890811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3990710039392890811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3990710039392890811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/downers-grove-police.html' title='Downers Grove Police'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3778498663869174034</id><published>2009-02-05T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:43:50.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Frustration</title><content type='html'>I had a neurologist appointment yesterday and left extremely frustrated. Nothing that was said in that appointment couldn't have been said over the phone and I got the feeling during the whole appointment that the doctor couldn't wait to get us out of her office so she could move on to the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that doctors need to get paid, but as a patient it is really annoying to feel like they care more about the paycheck than your well being. I wish there was a way to have "phone appointments" with a doctor so that they could get paid. It's a waste of every one's time to have an office appointment just to have a conversation, especially when the doctor is telling you that test results are fine and they can't help you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3778498663869174034?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3778498663869174034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3778498663869174034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3778498663869174034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3778498663869174034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/doctor-frustration.html' title='Doctor Frustration'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1206243107483857001</id><published>2009-02-03T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:07:09.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nominee Tax Issues</title><content type='html'>On today's news, it was reported that two more nominees for positions is President Obama's cabinet have withdrawn their names from consideration due to tax issues. This is after our new Treasury Secretary was confirmed after paying back taxes.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder what on Earth is going on in Washington D.C. - I can understand one person making a mistake on their taxes. To be honest, I can understand 3 average people making mistakes on their taxes, our tax code isn't simple. But, these aren't average people. I'm wiling to bet that these people have people do their taxes FOR them. It makes me wonder if there is an unwritten rule in Washington that it's okay to not pay your taxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1206243107483857001?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1206243107483857001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1206243107483857001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1206243107483857001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1206243107483857001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/nominee-tax-issues.html' title='Nominee Tax Issues'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2184521762926690676</id><published>2009-02-02T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:31:21.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>Today I went for the second of three appointments to replace a crown. The whole appointment was supposed to take 40 minutes, but the dentist had a hard time getting things numb enough that I didn't feel a lot of what he was doing, so we spent the first hour giving me anesthetic and testing then giving more anesthetic. We finally got everything numb and were able to get the needed impression made, but now that I'm not numb anymore, my jaw is really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I still think Dr. McGuire is great, but I really hope that once I get this crown, I'll be done for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2184521762926690676?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2184521762926690676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2184521762926690676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2184521762926690676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2184521762926690676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4062321001917262970</id><published>2009-01-29T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:41:54.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Govenor</title><content type='html'>I had the news on this afternoon and saw the live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coverage&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blago's&lt;/span&gt; speech to the IL senate. He is such a cry baby! His main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; was that issues brought before the senate were from his first term and that the trial rules were unfair. He did nothing to dispute most of the charges against him, he just railed about his background and how he has always tried to do what's best for the people.&lt;br /&gt;If he was really trying to do what's best for the people of IL, why doesn't he spend more time in Springfield, the state capital? Shouldn't the leader of a state &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; actually spend time in the same city where the state congress meets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4062321001917262970?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4062321001917262970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4062321001917262970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4062321001917262970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4062321001917262970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-govenor.html' title='Our Govenor'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6158068819872216917</id><published>2009-01-28T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:46:45.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Air MRI</title><content type='html'>Now that I've had two MRIs, I have to say that I like the Open Air version MUCH better. The facility at Ogden and Rt 83 in Westmont is very nice. My technician today was Erin and she was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;The open air machine is a lot less noisy than the closed machine at the hospital and Erin did a great job of communicating with me about what was happening next and how long each shot would take. She even did a really good job of injecting the dye into my arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6158068819872216917?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6158068819872216917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6158068819872216917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6158068819872216917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6158068819872216917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-air-mri.html' title='Open Air MRI'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-104878398440789893</id><published>2009-01-26T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:40:53.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a good dentist</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the dentist today to begin the process to have a crown replaced. I've had crowns for a long time and have had 3 dentists prior to today work on my teeth. The dentist I have now is the best! His name is Dr. McGuire in Downers Grove and he is very patient and observant. He noticed that the one shot on anesthetic didn't work and gave me additional shots until I no longer felt anything.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he does that I like; he splits the crown replacement into 3 appointments to minimize the stress and to get the best fit for the crown. If anyone needs a dentist in the Western suburbs, I'd definitely recommend this guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-104878398440789893?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/104878398440789893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=104878398440789893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/104878398440789893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/104878398440789893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-good-dentist.html' title='We have a good dentist'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-776012872083295404</id><published>2009-01-23T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:43:04.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GE Money Bank'/><title type='text'>GE Money Bank</title><content type='html'>If any of you out there are customers of GE Money bank (you are if you have JC Penny or Lowes credit cards), I hope you NEVER need anything from them above basic customer service.&lt;br /&gt;My poor Mom has had to call them twice in the past week regarding accounts that aren't hers, but are showing up on her credit report. She's not doing ANYTHING wrong, she's just trying to let them know that there is a reporting issue so that it can get fixed. Well, both time she has called the employees of the GE Money bank fraud department have been rude, but the lady today takes the cake. She YELLED at my Mom over the phone and accused my Mom of committing fraud by calling them. The lady was so terrible rude, she had Mom in tears and worried that she has done something wrong......&lt;br /&gt;We currently don't have any accounts with GE Money Bank and we never will if we can help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-776012872083295404?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/776012872083295404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=776012872083295404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/776012872083295404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/776012872083295404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/ge-money-bank.html' title='GE Money Bank'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1059806958843875057</id><published>2009-01-22T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:58:44.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebay'/><title type='text'>Ebay</title><content type='html'>I am amazed at what people will bid on in an Ebay auction. My husband had currency left over from a trip to Europe that is obsolete because of the conversion to the Euro. He wanted to throw it away, but I told him we should but it out on Ebay hoping to get just a few dollars for it.... The last time I checked, the bidding was up to $18.&lt;br /&gt;Getting stuff out on ebay and dealing with the shipping, etc can be a big pain, but it can pay off big sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1059806958843875057?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1059806958843875057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1059806958843875057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1059806958843875057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1059806958843875057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/ebay.html' title='Ebay'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-79104952723139492</id><published>2009-01-21T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:26:41.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatrician Visit</title><content type='html'>Today was a well baby visit for our little girl and she did great... right up until it was time for her to get poked. Poor kid had 4 sticks.... one in her finger to test for anemia, one in her arm to test for TB, and one in each leg for vaccines. I felt terrible because after getting her calmed down from the vaccines, I had to lay her back down on the table to get her pants on and she didn't like that. I think she expected more shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-79104952723139492?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/79104952723139492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=79104952723139492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/79104952723139492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/79104952723139492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/pediatrician-visit.html' title='Pediatrician Visit'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7371997704630840763</id><published>2009-01-20T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:15:27.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New President</title><content type='html'>We watched the inauguration today, a big chunk of it anyway. I turned the coverage off after President Obama gave his speech and the Bushes left the Capitol. I was very impressed with the grace with which everyone involved handled themselves during the ceremony. It will be interesting to see how history judges President Bush and how long President Obama's honeymoon period lasts. Right now, the media and most of our country is in love with our new President. I hope that he is able to do all of the things he is saying he would like to do, but it's hard to tell what will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7371997704630840763?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7371997704630840763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7371997704630840763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7371997704630840763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7371997704630840763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-president.html' title='Our New President'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-853293067589184059</id><published>2009-01-18T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:44:44.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bell&apos;s Palsy'/><title type='text'>A doctor shouldn't laugh</title><content type='html'>I went to my alternative therapies doctor on Friday. After I left I decided that was my first, last, and only treatment session with him. During the course of our treatment session I was concerned that he was focused on everything but the Bell's Palsy. At the end of our session, I was asking questions and when I showed him the things I was most concerned about (again) he laughed at me. One of the hardest things about having Bell's Palsy is the emotional impact of not being able to use your face, being in pain, etc. Having a doctor who is supposed to help you laugh at you is really hard... and unacceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-853293067589184059?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/853293067589184059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=853293067589184059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/853293067589184059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/853293067589184059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/doctor-shouldnt-laugh.html' title='A doctor shouldn&apos;t laugh'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2665464474252703850</id><published>2009-01-15T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:08:48.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a babysitter</title><content type='html'>Up until now, my MIL has been our primary baby sitter. But, I am getting ready to start physical therapy again and she is scheduled to have another knee replacement in mid February. I may need to find a back up sitter, but I have no idea of where to start looking.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the doctor tomorrow (that's the current plan anyway) to find out what the treatment plan is, so I'll have more information then as to how often I need a sitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2665464474252703850?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2665464474252703850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2665464474252703850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2665464474252703850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2665464474252703850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/finding-babysitter.html' title='Finding a babysitter'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4856624531072575949</id><published>2009-01-14T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:59:01.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miracles</title><content type='html'>I was looking out our patio door this morning and noticed little miracles out in the snow. We had several cardinals flying around in our backyard. It seemed like there were 5 or 6 of them...I saw at least 3 bright red males and a couple of females. They must be sturdy little birds to brave the freezing temperatures. I hope they have a warm place to nest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4856624531072575949?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4856624531072575949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4856624531072575949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4856624531072575949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4856624531072575949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-miracles.html' title='Little Miracles'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6786294544130271819</id><published>2009-01-11T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:43:10.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Weather Coming</title><content type='html'>It looks like little girl and I will be spending a lot of time at home this coming week. Tomorrow (Monday) is supposed to be the warmest day of the next 5 and the high is going to be 30 degrees. There a couple of days this week that are supposed to be in the single digits. That's just too cold to take a baby out in, especially now that she's out grown the infant carrier.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't complain though, I'm lucky that I have the option of staying home with her. There are plenty of Moms out there that don't have a choice. They will be packing their cute little ones up in their snow suits and heading off in the bitter cold each morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6786294544130271819?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6786294544130271819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6786294544130271819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6786294544130271819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6786294544130271819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-weather-coming.html' title='Cold Weather Coming'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-1105898145247346988</id><published>2009-01-09T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:49:03.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary History Essays</title><content type='html'>I spent the day reading history essays written by 8th graders about the Gettysburg address. Lets just say that I was less than impressed with some of the discussions about the ideals contained within President Lincoln's address and how those ideals impact us today. Most of these students have been taught that the civil war was strictly about slavery and many students tried to make correlations between the civil war and the conflicts the US is involved in today. It was just really disheartening to think this is what our children are being taught about our history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-1105898145247346988?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1105898145247346988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=1105898145247346988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1105898145247346988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/1105898145247346988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/scary-history-essays.html' title='Scary History Essays'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3793294626822458199</id><published>2009-01-08T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:12:34.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell's Palsy Update</title><content type='html'>It's been 9 1/2 months since my Bell's Palsy started and I'm still struggling with recovery. My face LOOKS normal when it's at rest, but my mouth isn't really right yet. Also, in the research I've done, I've figured out that I have synkensis. Synkensis is a problem for people who have had long recoveries from Bell's... Basically, what happens with Synkensis is the nerve fibers connect to the wrong muscles and incorrect movements happen along with correct movements. For me, that means my mouth moves when I raise my eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;I've done some research and have found exercises to try, so I'm going to start there. I would also like to find a physical therapist who specializes in Bell's and the residual impacts, but I don't know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3793294626822458199?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3793294626822458199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3793294626822458199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3793294626822458199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3793294626822458199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/bells-palsy-update.html' title='Bell&apos;s Palsy Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-2182979692421806720</id><published>2009-01-07T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:03:02.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore from the Wii</title><content type='html'>I received a Wii fit for Christmas and have been trying to do that on a regular basis. So far this week, I've used it to exercise for about 30 minutes each morning and I am feeling it in my hips and waist. I'm really surprised at how much work that little "toy" can make you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-2182979692421806720?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2182979692421806720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=2182979692421806720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2182979692421806720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/2182979692421806720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/sore-from-wii.html' title='Sore from the Wii'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8521878562355382115</id><published>2009-01-06T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:31:58.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois Senate Seat</title><content type='html'>Our crooked Governor decided to appoint Roland Burres to the IL Senate seat vacated by the president elect. Since the governor hasn't been convicted of anything (yet) and Mr. Burres has only been accused of bad judgement for accepting the appointment, he should have been able to take the oath of office with the other new senators today, but he was denied his seat.&lt;br /&gt;I really think that the Senate leadership is making a mistake by trying to deny Mr. Burres his seat. Our country is faced with numerous issues at the moment and this issue is taking much needed attention away from those other, greater, concerns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8521878562355382115?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8521878562355382115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8521878562355382115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8521878562355382115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8521878562355382115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/illinois-senate-seat.html' title='Illinois Senate Seat'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8021419000049856407</id><published>2009-01-05T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:02:48.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distressed</title><content type='html'>My Mom called today to find out if I'd gotten test results back and the conversation came around to when and if hubby and I were thinking about trying for baby number 2. I mentioned that we were thinking about starting to try before our little girl turns 2. She was a little negative about the idea...talking about how difficult it can be if the first baby isn't potty trained when the second is born. Considering that I just turned 30 and hubby is 35, I was surprised about how negative she was about the idea of us having kids who would be 2 1/2 to 3 years apart in age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8021419000049856407?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8021419000049856407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8021419000049856407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8021419000049856407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8021419000049856407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/distressed.html' title='Distressed'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3143003203088687</id><published>2009-01-04T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:07:40.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Wedding Ring</title><content type='html'>We were at a New Year's Eve party and my husband realized he didn't have his wedding ring on. He really thought he'd put it on before we left for the party, so we looked high and low to see if he could find it. It wasn't anywhere at the party or in the car, so we had to wait until we got home to look more. When we got home, we found hubby's ring, right where he left it on his dresser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3143003203088687?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3143003203088687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3143003203088687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3143003203088687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3143003203088687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-wedding-ring.html' title='Lost Wedding Ring'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6137035050370731708</id><published>2008-12-31T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:13:08.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that there are less than 8 hours left in 2008 (Central time anyway). It has been both a wonderful and sad year. Our little girl arrived healthy and happy in March, but we also lost several loved ones this year.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that everyone has safe and happy celebrations tonight to welcome in 2009. We wish everyone a joyous new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6137035050370731708?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6137035050370731708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6137035050370731708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6137035050370731708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6137035050370731708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-3697641824638551231</id><published>2008-12-30T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:35:08.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>One of my Christmas presents was a Wii Fit and I love it! I have used it 4 days in a row so far and I'm sore!!! I really like the hoola hoop games in the aerobics section. I'm hoping that I will be able to use the Wii everyday, for at least 15 minutes, to help support my weight loss efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-3697641824638551231?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3697641824638551231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=3697641824638551231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3697641824638551231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/3697641824638551231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii-fit.html' title='Wii Fit'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7791180575784412414</id><published>2008-12-29T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:35:08.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the routine</title><content type='html'>We are back to our normal routine, for at least the next few days. It was really nice to have hubby home all last week, but it's also nice to have things back to normal for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7791180575784412414?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7791180575784412414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7791180575784412414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7791180575784412414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7791180575784412414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-routine.html' title='Back to the routine'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-4951254477356434278</id><published>2008-12-27T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:23:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas.......melting</title><content type='html'>I had my first White Christmas this week, but now after a thunderstorm of all things, the snow is melting.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a good holiday, but I really missed my family. It didn't help that we started things off with a scare and trip to the ER for the little one. Every thing was fine, but it's not how you want to start a two day period that will already be full of stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-4951254477356434278?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4951254477356434278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=4951254477356434278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4951254477356434278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/4951254477356434278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmasmelting.html' title='White Christmas.......melting'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-6448418026326142835</id><published>2008-12-23T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:36:25.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Bears</title><content type='html'>The Chicago Bears played the Packers last night on Monday night football and squeaked out a win in overtime, for the second week in a row. People seem to be getting excited because in the Bears win on Sunday and the Vikings lose, then the Bears will make the playoffs. But, I don't think the bears deserve to be a playoff team.&lt;br /&gt;If they play well in the first part of the game, they stink in the second half and lose. If they play poorly the first half or 3/4 of the game, they rely on a few good plays and luck to squeeze out a win. That's not a play off bound team in my book. A playoff team puts together 4 quarters of good football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-6448418026326142835?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6448418026326142835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=6448418026326142835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6448418026326142835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/6448418026326142835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-bears.html' title='Da Bears'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-5260825914329431081</id><published>2008-12-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:18:58.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>I really think this is going to be a good week! Hubby is on vacation all week, a much needed break for him, and I think it's great. This will also be little girl's first Christmas and I'm really hoping it's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;It's also going to be my first WHITE Christmas! The only downside is how incredibly cold it is this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-5260825914329431081?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5260825914329431081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=5260825914329431081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5260825914329431081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/5260825914329431081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7999362149878598785</id><published>2008-12-20T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:15:21.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishwasher'/><title type='text'>Jet Dry</title><content type='html'>I never really thought that Jet Dry did much when you put it in the dishwasher, I really thought that it was just an "extra" that didn't do much except make money for who ever sells it. Well, the Jet Dry dispenser in my dishwasher was empty and I kept neglecting to refill it - and the dishes were looking icky after coming out clean. Everything has spots on it!&lt;br /&gt;So, I refilled the jet dry dispenser and have been amazed at the change. The dishes actually seem drier and look cleaner when they come out. I'm SO glad, especially for the baby's bottles. I don't feel like have to wash them by hand after they've come out of the dishwasher anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7999362149878598785?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7999362149878598785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7999362149878598785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7999362149878598785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7999362149878598785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/jet-dry.html' title='Jet Dry'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-851107982898356889</id><published>2008-12-19T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:41:27.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Commuting</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, the weather people started talking about a large snow storm that was headed toward Chicago. They said it would be here around 3 PM yesterday, so I got out ran all my errands to get home with the baby before the storm got here. 3 PM came and went with no storm and the weather people said it would be here at 7 PM. Again, 7 came and went with no snow. Just before 11 PM, we heard the sleet start. At some point during the night the sleet turned into snow.&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the news this morning and they are talking about all of the troubles on the roads and with the mass transit system because of the ice and snow. All kinds of school districts are closed. When the weather is like this, should companies REALLY expect people to make it into the office?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-851107982898356889?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/851107982898356889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=851107982898356889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/851107982898356889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/851107982898356889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-commuting.html' title='Snow and Commuting'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8063579302467454876</id><published>2008-12-18T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:46:16.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and more Snow</title><content type='html'>It feels like it has been cold here forever! It started snowing on Nov 30 and has been really cold since. It did warm up for a little bit over the weekend and we saw our grass for the first time in 2 weeks, but the snow is BACK and more is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we might have a white Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8063579302467454876?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8063579302467454876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8063579302467454876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8063579302467454876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8063579302467454876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow and more Snow'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-9007761923077419842</id><published>2008-12-17T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:11:49.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Baking</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we spent the day over at my sister-in-laws house making Lemon Poppy Seed bread. To be honest, I was less than excited about going, but it turned out really well. Everyone got along, SIL was nice, and she even complimented me on having a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what caused the attitude adjustment, but I'm glad things seem to be getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-9007761923077419842?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9007761923077419842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=9007761923077419842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/9007761923077419842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/9007761923077419842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/bread-baking.html' title='Bread Baking'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8497042266703059553</id><published>2008-12-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:15:46.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In laws</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a birthday party for my Father-in-law and sister-in-law. And it was one of the first times that SIL actually treated me like a person!! I know that's a sad statement to make, but I finally feel like we are making progress on the relationships with my husband's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8497042266703059553?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8497042266703059553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8497042266703059553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8497042266703059553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8497042266703059553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-laws.html' title='In laws'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-8581195957065321239</id><published>2008-12-13T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:35:34.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>I've been going to the same hair salon since I moved to the Chicago area in 2001. I even stayed at the same salon when the stylist I was going to left, but now the second stylist I've been going to is about to start maternity leave. She'll be coming back in March, but with my hair, I can't wait three months for a haircut. I think I'm going to use this opportunity to check out a couple of places closer to home. I could afford to play a little bit more for a haircut (another $5 or so) if I didn't have to drive so far to get my hair done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-8581195957065321239?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8581195957065321239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=8581195957065321239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8581195957065321239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/8581195957065321239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428832401604089384.post-7353654066815797824</id><published>2008-12-11T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:10.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal Part 2</title><content type='html'>The scandal surrounding our governor continues to ripple out and capture other people. The latest victim is Jesse Jackson Jr who, while not under investigation, is believed to be listed as a candidate in the governor's captured conversations.&lt;br /&gt;So, whether or not Mr. Jackson participated in the governor's plots or not, there is now a cloud around him. Mr. Jackson's heated denials just make the cloud of suspicion worse.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jackson may have been a good candidate for the empty Illinois Senate seat, but I don't think the people could trust him now if he were appointed. Really, any of the previously named potential candidates are tainted by Tuesday's arrest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428832401604089384-7353654066815797824?l=ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7353654066815797824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428832401604089384&amp;postID=7353654066815797824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7353654066815797824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428832401604089384/posts/default/7353654066815797824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/scandal-part-2.html' title='Scandal Part 2'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071586575134231533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
