<?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-14727737</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:07:51.781-07:00</updated><category term='new beginnings'/><category term='unemployment'/><title type='text'>Bellydancin' Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>Life of a country girl, her son, and belly dancing. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14727737.post-7906217227983007644</id><published>2007-05-28T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:35:47.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><title type='text'>I know it's been forever . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . but I'm going to resurrect this blog. I've had a lot of life changes very recently, and maybe I can use this forum to figure out what I want to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10th I was laid off from my job of over 9 1/2 years. That really hurts. And I haven't looked for work since 1996, so I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't even know how to write a resume. I haven't been unemployed since 1994, so this is really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to write about this. I don't care if no one ever reads it. It's just good to get it out. I feel lighter. I've only told a few people. The idea of calling my friends and family and telling them I've lost my job is just not something I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done some things in the last couple of weeks I can feel good about: I've been working out at least at three times a week at the gym at the pool, trying to get in better shape. I can feel the difference. My son and I went to the beach Saturday, and I climbed to the top of the sand dune at Cape Kiwanda; I've never done that before. The only other time I even tried, I only made it 2/3 of the way (or less) before I was too beat to climb another step. I'm really proud of my accomplishment. It's a big deal for me. If I can do that, I can find a new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-7906217227983007644?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7906217227983007644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=7906217227983007644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/7906217227983007644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/7906217227983007644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-its-been-forever.html' title='I know it&apos;s been forever . . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14727737.post-114808044943097336</id><published>2006-05-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:14:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#fff774;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 125&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-114808044943097336?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114808044943097336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=114808044943097336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/114808044943097336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/114808044943097336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun . . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-114253901831288717</id><published>2006-03-16T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:56:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always known I was a goody-two-shoes, but really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I need to exercise my dark side a little more. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-114253901831288717?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114253901831288717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=114253901831288717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/114253901831288717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/114253901831288717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-always-known-i-was-goody-two-shoes.html' title='I&apos;ve always known I was a goody-two-shoes, but really?'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-113477802680060801</id><published>2005-12-16T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:07:06.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing . . .</title><content type='html'>Do we have our timing right?&lt;br /&gt;Will it work this time?&lt;br /&gt;I trust him, but will others?&lt;br /&gt;Will they let me?  Or will they try to erode my trust in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't trust so easily anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He now knows how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;He admits he was bad and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;That means the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trusts me because he knows I never lied to him.&lt;br /&gt;He says he'll never lie to me again.&lt;br /&gt;And I trust him.&lt;br /&gt;Will others support me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be only mine.  Forever.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold his hand in public.&lt;br /&gt;And not worry what others think.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know him again.&lt;br /&gt;Better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have our timing right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-113477802680060801?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113477802680060801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=113477802680060801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/113477802680060801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/113477802680060801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/12/timing.html' title='Timing . . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112792856826516188</id><published>2005-09-28T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:29:28.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 86% Expert! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="92" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="58" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;61%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="66" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="84" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;44%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="107" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="43" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;71%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="105" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="45" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;70%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717"&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112792856826516188?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112792856826516188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112792856826516188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112792856826516188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112792856826516188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/09/english-genius-you-scored-100-beginner.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112787962067210848</id><published>2005-09-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:53:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The card shark</title><content type='html'>I came home from my bellydance class tonight and my son and mom were playing Go Fish.  They finished their game so I played with him.  He won the first game, but I got the pair of Jokers.  He wanted them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next game, he cheated.  I knew from the look on his face that he was up to something.  (He tries to lie to me, but is rarely very good at it.  He was looking way too smug this time.)  He lost that game.  (He had put a card up his sleeve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played one more game.  That time, he stacked the deck so that we would get the pair of Jokers dealt to him.  He lost that game, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me that he had cheated both times.  He was pretty smug, thinking he'd gotten away with something.  Until I pointed out that he lost both of the games when he cheated.  The look on his face was priceless when he understood what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't play again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112787962067210848?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112787962067210848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112787962067210848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112787962067210848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112787962067210848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/09/card-shark.html' title='The card shark'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112787852530982008</id><published>2005-09-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:35:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have the aliens landed?</title><content type='html'>Very shortly after I got home from work today I began to wonder if aliens had taken over my son's body.  Either that, or if he was ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Tuesday is the day the week's homework comes home.  It's due on Friday (or, in this case, Thursday, as there is no school here Friday).  Homework completion is usually NOT one of the high points in my relationship with my son.  He won't do it at all without my help.  Usually.  All last year, and the start of this year, homework often involved tears (his), frustration (ours), bad language (his), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got home and took the Tuesday folder out of his backpack.  I was just starting to look at some of the papers when my mom said, "Oh, you've found it already."  I thought I was looking at some classwork he'd brought home.  Come to find out, no, &lt;em&gt;I was looking at his completed homework for the week!&lt;/em&gt;  He stopped at his great-grandmother's (next door) after school because Mom had to take Dad to the Orthoticist and they weren't home yet.  While he was there, &lt;em&gt;he did every page in his homework packet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the aliens haven't landed, then I think he should go see his great-grandma every Tuesday after school. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112787852530982008?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112787852530982008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112787852530982008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112787852530982008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112787852530982008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-aliens-landed.html' title='Have the aliens landed?'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112785722517223853</id><published>2005-09-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:40:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word verification. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As many of my friends seem to have lately, I have now encountered "comment spam" and am joining the word verification world.  I suppose it was inevitable, even though I've hardly posted anything here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112785722517223853?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112785722517223853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112785722517223853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112785722517223853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112785722517223853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/09/word-verification.html' title='Word verification. . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112785657053092650</id><published>2005-09-27T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:29:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Banned Books Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4651/1342/1600/bannedbooks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4651/1342/320/bannedbooks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's too bad I have to say this.  At least I'm lucky enough to live in a place where I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; say it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The American Library Association's Banned Books Week 2005 is Sept. 24 - Oct. 1.  Read a banned book to celebrate.  For more info check out "Banned Books Week." American Library Association. 2005.&lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/bbooks"&gt;http://www.ala.org/bbooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112785657053092650?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112785657053092650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112785657053092650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112785657053092650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112785657053092650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/09/celebrate-banned-books-week.html' title='Celebrate Banned Books Week!'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112511927791910963</id><published>2005-08-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:07:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So much has happened since I last got around to writing much on here.  Swankette and TRP got married in Seattle the end of last month, and Kaphine and RealSuperGirl got married last Sunday in Cambridge, MA.  I'm so happy for my friends.  I'm also glad for their timing, because in years past, I may not have been able to make either of the two trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say, probably lots more, but it will have to wait for another time.  Stay tuned. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112511927791910963?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112511927791910963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112511927791910963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112511927791910963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112511927791910963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin . . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112304252921562967</id><published>2005-08-02T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:15:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr!</title><content type='html'>I'm finding HTML very frustrating.  I don't know it at all, and I can't seem to get my last post to look the way I want.  It's spaced weirdly, and my links are now sitting at the bottom of the page, not at the top.  GRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112304252921562967?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112304252921562967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112304252921562967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112304252921562967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112304252921562967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/08/grrr.html' title='Grrr!'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112304172379987195</id><published>2005-08-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:31:35.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends won't be too surprised. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I linked to this from GeekGirl's blog. It was fun, and I think it fits. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Wit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(60% dark, 34% spontaneous, 22% vulgar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;your humor style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEAN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;COMPLEX&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;DARK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean you're pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer. Your sense of humor takes the most effort to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--You probably loved &lt;i&gt;the Office&lt;/i&gt;. If you don't know what I'm&lt;br /&gt;talking about, check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY -- after you rate my test with a sweet, sweet '5' -- &lt;i&gt;you must take this test next&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=6936188936100731841"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Genghis Khan Genetic Fitness Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's not mine, but it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="522" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/116/944/11694560292031626201/mt1121288929.gif" width="357" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="81" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="69" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;54%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="1" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="149" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;spontaneous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="14" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="136" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;9%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;vulgar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17565214125862764376"&gt;The 3 Variable Funny Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=11694560292031626201"&gt;jason_bateman&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112304172379987195?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112304172379987195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112304172379987195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112304172379987195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112304172379987195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-friends-wont-be-too-surprised.html' title='My friends won&apos;t be too surprised. . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112249531356155042</id><published>2005-07-27T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:15:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be packing. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi to those who've found me!  I started this the other day, and this is the first time I've been back.  I probably won't write for most of the next week because I'll be in Seattle for Swankette and TeacherRefPoet's nuptials.  Right now I should be packing, since we leave for the train staton at 9am tomorrow. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I'm a little anxious about this trip, since I haven't traveled much for what feels like a long time.  And it's the first trip I've taken that's just me and my son in four years.  I'm looking forward to letting Amtrak do the driving up to Seattle, and I'm really excited about seeing my friends.  Add in a minor league baseball game and some sightseeing, and I've got a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go for now.  Last load of laundry needs to come out of the washer, and my kiddo is getting bored with me spending time on the computer.  'til later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14727737-112249531356155042?l=bdmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112249531356155042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14727737&amp;postID=112249531356155042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112249531356155042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14727737/posts/default/112249531356155042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdmama.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-should-be-packing.html' title='I should be packing. . .'/><author><name>Jess.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630928809741148677</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-14727737.post-112205307589327557</id><published>2005-07-22T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:24:35.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I've been enjoying reading my friends blogs for months, so figured it's about time I started my own. Don't know what I might write in here; that remains to be seen. 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