<?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-4789353902745833290</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:12:02.328+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='children'/><category term='songs'/><category term='office'/><category term='funny'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='pastries'/><category term='music'/><category term='techie'/><category term='UK'/><category term='diet'/><category term='parents'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='baking'/><category term='mommy thoughts'/><category term='drink'/><category term='family'/><category term='husband'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='project'/><category term='health'/><category term='work'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Random Rants of a Starter Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>"Don't compromise yourself. You're the only one you've got." Janis Joplin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-518594998303551674</id><published>2010-10-09T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:31:43.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>For My Kids</title><content type='html'>I was watching "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and I line struck me (as I am sure it struck all parents out there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be  whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want.  You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We  can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it.  And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you  never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of  view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re  not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you my big boy and pretty girl.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-518594998303551674?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/518594998303551674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=518594998303551674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/518594998303551674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/518594998303551674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-my-kids.html' title='For My Kids'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7768723838974646350</id><published>2010-10-05T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:25:52.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKqao9smn0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/fBLxpb3QNbM/s1600/surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524397921470422850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKqao9smn0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/fBLxpb3QNbM/s320/surprise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's amazing how fast kids grow, how they can share so many common traits, how they can look so much alike and also be so different, how they acquire their tastes, likes and dislikes, their personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 5 years of motherhood so far and I have to say that I am surprised by something new every week. My son loves anything sweet. He adores it. But my daughter goes for a more mature taste, like vanilla ice cream over very, very chocolate. Now how did that happen? They both eat the same food, live in the same house, have the same mommy. And this mommy doesn't even like ice cream! My son is a super extrovert and my daughter is more of the shy type. But my goodness! You wouldn't know this when they argue. I can list all the surprising little tidbits here but I don't think there is enough space or time in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, I am loving surprises and eagerly awaiting the millions I know are still coming my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7768723838974646350?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7768723838974646350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7768723838974646350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7768723838974646350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7768723838974646350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKqao9smn0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/fBLxpb3QNbM/s72-c/surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7237603704799784851</id><published>2010-10-04T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:13:52.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello, world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief hiatus, I am back to the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ahs been a long year and a difficult one. I've gone through so much but I'm raring to enter this new chapter in my life with both eyes open and a heart full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I was opening a new blog but I found myself constantly returning to this one. So, after accepting that I cannot leave my beloved first blog, Ive decided to resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting new experieinces, thoughts, recipes, and stories soon!  Stay with me folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7237603704799784851?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7237603704799784851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7237603704799784851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7237603704799784851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7237603704799784851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7311553341091934272</id><published>2009-11-25T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:25:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I've decided to close this blog and open a new one.  A fresh start.  Hope to see you all there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7311553341091934272?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7311553341091934272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7311553341091934272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7311553341091934272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7311553341091934272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4891564928602336866</id><published>2009-07-16T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:57:46.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mid-Month post and Moving On post</title><content type='html'>Funny how my 1st July post is about my last day at work.  I could write paragraphs and paragraphs about it all but the best way to describe how I fell right now is through these lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it now, the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;All of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rainbow I’ve been praying for&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Look straight ahead, nothing but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is the first time I have left a job without a safety net...ever, I don't regret the decision. I am slightly afraid about the future but a friend told me not too long ago to be happy and not to worry too much bout the tomorrows lest I forget to enjoy today. SO that's what I am doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4891564928602336866?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4891564928602336866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4891564928602336866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4891564928602336866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4891564928602336866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/mid-month-post-and-moving-on-post.html' title='Mid-Month post and Moving On post'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6315879895515146436</id><published>2009-06-29T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:44:59.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numi's Tag about Home</title><content type='html'>This is a super delayed tag from Numi. In fact, I only remembered it when I checked Livi's blog a few minutes ago. So  am taking my cue from Livi and I am going to list down things we always have at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken and soup- 2 food groups the kids are SURE to eat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinking water- we don't have soft drinks at home so this is a must.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaning implements- I am obsessed with this. I know, this is not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spices- the best thing to have when you are stuck in a rut as to what to cook.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cigarettes- these are always in the Master's bedroom or in my bag. I have a few vices, I know.&lt;br /&gt;6. Alcohol and hand sanitizer- speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;7. Toys and all things kid-related- a must.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rice- this probably should have been listed as # 2 but it just came to mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty decent list, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6315879895515146436?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6315879895515146436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6315879895515146436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6315879895515146436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6315879895515146436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/numis-tag-about-home.html' title='Numi&apos;s Tag about Home'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7749948695927104526</id><published>2009-06-29T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:09:38.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>Funny how the universe works.  Since last year, I've been trying to be conscious of the messages of the universe.  I've been trying to learn the lesson lest the test be given again.  I though, work-wise, I had gotten it. Lately though, I am thinking I probably haven't.  So I've come to a decision. A major one for me.  I think I'm going to cut back on work hours, try to come up with a business instead of going to an office, and spend more time at home, with the kids, and the hubby, an myself. At least for a while. This was a tough decision to come to. Anyone who knows me well would understand. But I am thinking that maybe this is the way to go for now. Maybe the reason I've been encountering only roadblocks is because I chose the wrong road.  I am nt sure how this will play out. It's different from any course I've ever considered. But I am hoping for new, better, good changes.  So I'm struggling to the finish line (for this period of my life anyway), counting the minutes and the seconds before I am "free".  Wish me luck all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7749948695927104526?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7749948695927104526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7749948695927104526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7749948695927104526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7749948695927104526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5451240098633604876</id><published>2009-06-12T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:56:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Come a Long Way</title><content type='html'>At least this result is better than the last quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both of You Wear the Pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whowearsthepantsyouoryourguyquiz/love-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your guy seem to have stuck the perfect power balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you don't disagree - it's just that you've learned how to compromise well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both mature enough to know that you can't always get your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually, you're both adult enough to reach an agreement - even if that sometimes means giving in a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowearsthepantsyouoryourguyquiz/"&gt;Who Wears the Pants... You or Your Guy?&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/4789353902745833290-5451240098633604876?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5451240098633604876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5451240098633604876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5451240098633604876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5451240098633604876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-come-long-way.html' title='We&apos;ve Come a Long Way'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7089540293093937514</id><published>2009-06-12T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:53:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 36% Likely to Survive Another Great Depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyousurviveanothergreatdepressionquiz/depression-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your habits are pretty on par with the average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this means your chances aren't good in another Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start saving your money now. Living in debt isn't doing you any favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also figure out how to live a little more cheaply. Every little bit you can trim will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyousurviveanothergreatdepressionquiz/"&gt;Could You Survive Another Great Depression?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it! And I thought I was doing so well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7089540293093937514?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7089540293093937514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7089540293093937514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7089540293093937514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7089540293093937514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-trouble.html' title='I&apos;m in Trouble'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4456829114349671490</id><published>2009-06-12T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:50:40.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain or Snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourainorsnowquiz/rain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dark and dramatic. You tend to be a bit over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have strong emotions and they can change quickly. You are tempestuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild and unpredictable. You tend to overwhelm and surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are aggressive, you are also a homebody. You don't really care for physical activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourainorsnowquiz/"&gt;Are You Rain or Snow?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like both...but this result is interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4456829114349671490?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4456829114349671490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4456829114349671490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4456829114349671490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4456829114349671490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-or-snow.html' title='Rain or Snow?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-161398323004803563</id><published>2009-06-12T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:48:25.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Running on Fumes</title><content type='html'>I've been hesitant about writing a work-related post of late because I don't want to appear like the whinny, ungrateful type.  But I think I am fast-approaching the tip of my patience iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;I've said many times that I am up for the challenge of an operations position. It's been something I've always wanted to do, to get some experience in, to learn from.  But I think the saying "be careful what you wish for" could not be more apt to my situation right now.&lt;br /&gt;My account is a production account.  When I first heard that I thought, OK, numbers.  But I never dreamed it would be the white collar equivalent to a blue collar job. I can count the weeks since March when I didn't render more than 1 hour overtime.  I don't mind but almost every week for almost 4 months now?  I think it's too much. I rarely get to see my kids because I get home super tired and wake up late, just in time to go to work. Half of the weekend is spent recovering from the exhausting week.  I've tried to comfort myself by saying that's the way it is with an operations start-up account, but almost everyone I've asked has said this is abnormal and too much.  I am stretched.  And even if it isn't because of disillusionment, lack of appreciation, being maligned, it is still exhausting and I am getting fed up.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find a job I can love? I don't expect perfection, just a balance of work fulfillment and a personal life.  Is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-161398323004803563?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/161398323004803563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=161398323004803563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/161398323004803563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/161398323004803563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-on-fumes.html' title='Running on Fumes'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2821052273102220031</id><published>2009-06-02T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:19:52.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>30 Doesn't Feel Any Different</title><content type='html'>I've thought about turning 30 for a good 5 years now.  As the day fast approached, I found myself constantly torn over the excitement of starting a new decade, hopefully, wiser, and fear over getting old.  Somehow, my childhood dreams and fantasies never extended past my 20's.  So, I think it's understandable that as my 30th birthday fast approached, I was filled with this feeling of not know what to do, how to react, and what to expect.  My friend, Kaye, told me that the 30's is so much better than the 20's.  You know more, you've seen more, you have a better idea of who you are and what you want. Great!  Except I wasn't sure that I knew more, had seen enough, or that I knew myself and what I wanted. I knew that the beginning of this year marked the beginning of a new journey of self-discovery. But I felt 5 months wasn't enough to have even a glimmer of a sure thought about myself. Suffice it to say, I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days after turning the big 3-0 and...nothing feels different.  There are some things I expect and can foresee.  I expect that my metabolism will slow down even further (especially since I haven't gotten my exercise regimen back and since I almost always skip breakfast).  I foresee that my years to complete my MA and PhD are numbered.  I know that I have to get my career on track.  I am certain I love my husband and kids above anything (OK, the same amount as God?).  That's it.  I have to say the expression "Houston, we're in trouble" popped into my head almost immediately after typing these last words. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Well, at the risk of sounding like Oprah (I am definitely not her although I often wish I were), there are some more things I find I know for sure.  I know for sure that I am excited to find out what this decade has in store for me. Excited to get back into shape, to go places at work and outside, to be young and beautiful inside and out, and to be the best wife and mom I can be. It doesn't sound like much but I actually think it's quite a lot.  Relief, I tell you. I am not lost after all. I can smile now.   Isn't that a great way to start the decade?  Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2821052273102220031?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2821052273102220031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2821052273102220031' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2821052273102220031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2821052273102220031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-doesnt-feel-any-different.html' title='30 Doesn&apos;t Feel Any Different'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-381703833089971936</id><published>2009-05-22T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:59:35.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Does Anyone Know a Good Shrink?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a 61% Chance That You Need Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/therapy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost certainly need therapy. And there's nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately life has not been easy for you. Why not let a therapist help you sort things out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/"&gt;Do You Need Therapy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I had a feeling the result would be like this. I don't think I am surprised. I am not sure if I should be worried though. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-381703833089971936?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/381703833089971936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=381703833089971936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/381703833089971936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/381703833089971936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-anyone-know-good-shrink.html' title='Does Anyone Know a Good Shrink?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-627867628245621677</id><published>2009-05-22T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:57:15.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Thought So!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 64% Open Minded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&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/4789353902745833290-627867628245621677?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/627867628245621677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=627867628245621677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/627867628245621677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/627867628245621677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-so.html' title='I Thought So!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8779315478060055716</id><published>2009-05-22T06:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:55:00.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Interesting Question...</title><content type='html'>...so I thought I would take the quiz and, perhaps, gain some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Friends to Be Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyouneedtobehappyquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a friendly, social person. You seek out connections and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to others is very important to you, and you don't like discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel great when you're cooperating and working with others. You enjoy belonging to a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes you feel worse that feeling alone or alienated. You want to be liked by those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyouneedtobehappyquiz/"&gt;What Do You Need to Be Happy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I agree with the result.  For those who know me personally, what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8779315478060055716?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8779315478060055716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8779315478060055716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8779315478060055716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8779315478060055716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-question.html' title='Interesting Question...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7688391371441241807</id><published>2009-05-22T06:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:51:18.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>Belated Greetings to all Moms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/ShXa0wY0eoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yBZXLxYO-hM/s1600-h/42-21316597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/ShXa0wY0eoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yBZXLxYO-hM/s400/42-21316597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338413533194648194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; I haven't had steady Internet access this month, this greeting is coming quite late. Nevertheless, it comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7688391371441241807?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7688391371441241807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7688391371441241807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7688391371441241807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7688391371441241807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/belated-greetings-to-all-moms.html' title='Belated Greetings to all Moms!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/ShXa0wY0eoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yBZXLxYO-hM/s72-c/42-21316597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8891629694834855015</id><published>2009-05-15T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:57:27.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>I Can Feel It...</title><content type='html'>...the moment when I have to choose between one or the other role I play is fast approaching. Which should I choose?  And, more importantly, what should I remembrance to include when negotiating for that change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8891629694834855015?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8891629694834855015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8891629694834855015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8891629694834855015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8891629694834855015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-feel-it.html' title='I Can Feel It...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7798593096526820797</id><published>2009-05-13T06:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:40:38.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Another Job Update</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to blog for a loing time!!  I've been really busy. I guess this is better than being really bored.  Things have been 50/50 at work. Ok, more 60/40. I got some good news from the client last week. It looks like they might want me to focus on training and doing some alley big things for them. This is great since I prefer that part of my job. I'll miss my team of course. The operations aspect is also good training ground so that I will miss as well.  I would really like to focus on training though. It's a lot more fun.  It hasn't been confirmed but I am keeping my fingers crossed.  I'll let you all know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7798593096526820797?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7798593096526820797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7798593096526820797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7798593096526820797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7798593096526820797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-job-update.html' title='Another Job Update'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6180205222110702932</id><published>2009-05-01T06:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:24:00.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>The Darling Buds of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SfoyL1SJEiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-yk9IYWSbnc/s1600-h/hawthorn_closeup_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SfoyL1SJEiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-yk9IYWSbnc/s400/hawthorn_closeup_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628287809524258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be enjoying this month. I like to think of it as 'MY' month- since it's my birth month.  The past years, I would create any excuse to lengthen my birthday celebration. From extending a day to a week to include a weekend celebration, to just saying that the whole month was mine.  Suffice it so say, I love to love May.&lt;br /&gt;This year, though, I was a bit anxious about May. Considering it's been quite a tumultuous first quarter, I wasn't sure how I would feel or what mood I would be in come the first day of May. Well, I know now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of tired. Operations is challenging but also a bit boring.  There is frustration that comes with dealing with people who have mostly their numbers and point of view only in sight.  There is also a certain sense of powerlessness, a lack of control over your time, the amount of effort you put in, and your say in general, even in middle management. At the end of the day, it is about following the higher-ups. And until I am one of those higher-ups, my operations life will be a form of endless dictation, hours, and running to meet expectations. I am not sure if all operations experiences is like this. This is my first time to hold this kind of position after all. But, from what I gathered through informal conversations with friends who have been doing this kind of work for a while, well, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am again leaning more towards the training aspect of my job. I've discovered that the learning, the interaction, the positivity are all more appealing and more satisfying to me than managing a team of people. I am also hoping that, in time, through effort and passion, I will be able to manage a team again but a team of trainers.  I am seriously thinking about how to make this a reality now or in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 1st of May, Labor Day. I have a long work day tonight. I have a heavy load to manage and complete before the weekend.  Next week, the clients and board of directors are going to be here to observe and decide if we are doing a good job and if they will keep their business with us.  I am not liking the beginning of May much, at this point. But I am hopeful things will start to look up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6180205222110702932?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6180205222110702932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6180205222110702932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6180205222110702932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6180205222110702932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/darling-buds-of-may.html' title='The Darling Buds of May'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SfoyL1SJEiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-yk9IYWSbnc/s72-c/hawthorn_closeup_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4714379422821505237</id><published>2009-04-28T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:27:21.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Stuck Between A Rock and A Hard Place</title><content type='html'>There are times when logic ad emotion really war with each other and this is one of those times for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Background:&lt;/span&gt; For the past 2.5-3 weeks, we have been given way more work that our capacity. And this is not a measly 20% spillage. Try 93% over!  So, understandably, my new Olivia, myself, and the other TL were very upset. This meant extended hours for the whole team, and hours exceeding 3 past log out time, everyday.  The team was tired and reaching burn out- so close from the live date.  So, my new Olivia brought it up with management and was told, in a nutshell, to handle stress better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;:  I will be having a meeting with the team and the OM in a couple of hours and I'm stuck in a rut.  One side of me really doesn't like what has been happening. That side of me constantly screams, if you let them do it to you once, they will keep doing it to you. If you show them you can do more than what you can actually do, regardless if this is a one-time thing, they will assume that this is the norm. Past experiences taught me this.  The other side of me was screaming, CALM DOWN.  Remember logic and reason always work best. From past experiences again, no one likes an emotional, angry outburst in a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;:  My new Olivia wants me to be adamant and exuberant about my feelings and opinions during the meeting. To her, this is showing them that she wasn't over-reacting. Anything short of this would be "folding".  But, I don't want to be this person. In private conversations, sure. That's why they're expressed there- because they are private. But not to the rest of the management team. I think it's bad form.  So, how to strike a balance between showing my new Olivia that I do agree with her about what has been happening, at the same time, not alienate the OM and the rest of upper management?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah! My politicking skills are really bad at that! Keep your fingers crossed for me, y'all!  Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4714379422821505237?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4714379422821505237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4714379422821505237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4714379422821505237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4714379422821505237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuck-between-rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Stuck Between A Rock and A Hard Place'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3732479788764577946</id><published>2009-04-23T07:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:39:16.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>You Can't Have It All</title><content type='html'>Remember me raving about how fulfilled I was with my new job. Well, that remains so in some parts but in others...these parts leave much to be desired, to say the least. This has cemented my belief in the saying "you can't have it all."  This is true.  But, at the same time as suffering through the slip side of an otherwise great coin, I have also come to realize that I do like training so much more than other areas of production.  Does this mean that that area is my specific calling?  i don't know.  I still think I need some polishing in that respect but I am excited about the prospect of a new training course I am giving in a couple of weeks.  I am excited about this more than my daily tasks, to be quite honest.  So I guess the next and natural step would be to look for something in the line of training, coaching, and communication. Funny how things work out and what you realize as life progresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping the operations side of my job will improve.  If not, well, 10 more months.  Keep your fingers crossed for me guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3732479788764577946?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3732479788764577946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3732479788764577946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3732479788764577946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3732479788764577946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-have-it-all.html' title='You Can&apos;t Have It All'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-625467542826898552</id><published>2009-04-20T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:56:40.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stick Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/1/18/42e776f63ba05cb68a85bd79a67df6.png" border="0" alt="Stick Figure Family at FreeFlashToys.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your &lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;Stick Figure Family&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com"&gt;FreeFlashToys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.10NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Livi's blog and thought it was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-625467542826898552?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/625467542826898552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=625467542826898552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/625467542826898552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/625467542826898552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/stick-family.html' title='Stick Family'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2354403295724307004</id><published>2009-04-16T04:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:42:29.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Barack Really Rocks!</title><content type='html'>As I was reading President Obama's statement on Taxes online I was almost brought to tears.  I can say that the only thing that held the dam in was the realization that I am not American and so I will not be enjoying the fruits of these promises.  Here are some excerpts that struck me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This tax cut also keeps a fundamental promise:  that Americans who work hard should be able to make a decent living.  It lifts more than 2 million Americans out of poverty.  And together with the child tax credit, it ensures that a working parent will be able to support their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, we are helping more Americans purchase homes that they can afford.  Just as we must put an end to the irresponsible lending and borrowing that created the housing bubble, we must restore the home as a source of stability and an anchor of the American Dream.  That's why we're providing a tax credit of up to $8,000 for first-time home buyers, which will put a home within reach for hardworking Americans who are playing by the rules and making responsible choices.  And by the way, there are at least a couple of folks here who have already used that $8,000 credit, and I think it's wonderful to see that this is already prompting some willingness for people to go ahead and make that first-time purchase where they thought maybe it was out of reach before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, we know that tax relief must be joined with fiscal discipline.  Americans are making hard choices in their budgets, and we've got to tighten our belts in Washington, as well.  And that's why we've already identified $2 trillion in deficit reductions over the next decade.  And that's why we're cutting programs that don't work, contracts that aren't fair, and spending that we don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long, we've seen taxes used as a wedge to scare people into supporting policies that actually increased the burden on working people instead of helping them live their dreams.  That has to change, and that's the work that we've begun.  We've passed tax cuts that will help our economy grow.  We've made a clear promise that families that earn less than $250,000 a year will not see their taxes increase by a single dime.  And we have kept to those promises that were made during the campaign.  We've given tax relief to the Americans who need it and the workers who have earned it.  And we're helping more Americans move towards their American Dream by going to school, owning a home, keeping their business and raising their family.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what must we do to have a President like Obama, who not only promises but sees thse promises through, who is eloquent and inspirational, realistic and idealistic, empathetic and strong? Who is not corrupt, obsessed with hoarding wealth and power, who puts everyone else last. Dammit!  Every working Filipino knows the weight of taxes taken every month. And, I am fairly ceratin, most grumble about where these amounts are going.  No wonder we are seeing a renewed wave of desire from yuppies, fresh grads, and college students to migrate to other countries.  What will it take? When will it happen? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For Obama's entire statement, click &lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/community/post/obamaforamerica/gGxvJG"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2354403295724307004?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2354403295724307004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2354403295724307004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2354403295724307004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2354403295724307004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/barack-really-rocks.html' title='Barack Really Rocks!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8800079034429699050</id><published>2009-04-16T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:08:09.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Want to Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was listening to my mp4 player while working, I came across a song I've loved for a few years now. Some American Idol auditions included this song. Affie even wrote about it in her blog. I think it's very underrated. The title is "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack. Anyway, listening to it again after a while brought back all the old feelings of wanting to chuck it all in and just do the things I REALLY want to do (that don't earn for s*@!) and not think about all my responsibilities. For a minute I felt these feelings all again.  And in that moment I envied Affie and her courage.  Leaving stability and what people say is the right way to go job-wise took a lot of guts. And the thing I admire most is her strength to just followher dream without looking back.  I wonder when I will, if I ever will, have the guts to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance&lt;br /&gt;Living might mean taking chances&lt;br /&gt;But they're worth taking&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;But it's worth making&lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart&lt;br /&gt;Leave you bitter&lt;br /&gt;When you come close to selling out&lt;br /&gt;Reconsider&lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;More than just a passing glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8800079034429699050?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8800079034429699050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8800079034429699050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8800079034429699050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8800079034429699050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-dance.html' title='I Want to Dance'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5052121681420881786</id><published>2009-04-15T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:22:35.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Job Update</title><content type='html'>We're well into doing 100% production in my team now. I must say, it's harder in reality than it looks on paper.  I don't know if I am doing a good job managing. I don't have too much experience with this. Plus, I've believed for a while now that I am not that great with people. So it's a real change for me.  So far, my team seem to be enjoying themselves despite the load. There are always ready smiles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; stories to share over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ciggie&lt;/span&gt; break.  I hope this keeps up.  I must say the training aspect of my job is easier. Perhaps it's because I've had more experience with that.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to remember everything I learned from my previous company!  Lessons learned must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be kept and used.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt;, oh universe.  Funnily enough, as a little side note, I thought I would veer away from jobs that had me doing a whole lot- some of this from scratch even, without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; organization, with little support and little leeway. I did stumble on something with more support, a lot more leeway, certainly a lot more trust and belief in my abilities, but still with that lack of organization and doing things from scratch. Funny indeed.  What was it about being attracted to certain things? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. something to think about again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5052121681420881786?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5052121681420881786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5052121681420881786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5052121681420881786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5052121681420881786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/job-update.html' title='Job Update'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-9035190009561812544</id><published>2009-04-09T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:52:18.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Before Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live A Life That Matters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ready or not, someday it will come to an end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It will not matter what you owned, or what you were owed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will disappear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It won’t matter where you came from, or what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even your gender or your skin color will be irrelevant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what will matter?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How will the value of your days be measured?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not what you got, but what you gave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is not your success but your significance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is your every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others — to emulate your example.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is not your competence, but your character.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is not how many people you knew,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But how many people will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is not your memories,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the memories that live in those who loved you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s not a matter of circumstance, but of choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choose to live a life that matters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got this from a Yahoo news article.  Some things to ponder on this Lenten season. And at all times, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-9035190009561812544?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9035190009561812544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=9035190009561812544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9035190009561812544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9035190009561812544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-before-easter.html' title='Thoughts Before Easter'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2564722816794484514</id><published>2009-04-09T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:28:23.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Little Bubble</title><content type='html'>Mommy guilt has plagued me since the birth of my first child.  Anyone who's ever had more than a 5-minute chat with me about work and my kids knows this. But I have managed to get it under control quite a bit, especially since leaving my last job.  I think it was the month off that I got to spend with my kids that left me feeling less guilty about the time I had taken away from them for work.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lately&lt;/span&gt; though, I've been feeling the guilt start to heat up again, creating little bubbles as if soup coming to a boil. I am trying to place where the source of the heat is coming from. I haven't found it. I am not dissatisfied with my job, not unhappy, and stress-wise, not as stressed as I had been in my previous job.  So this recurring feeling really puzzles me.  I know though, no matter what the situation, I will always have that niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach that ends with a whispered prayer of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; that my kids will, someday, understand the hours away and the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whether or not I find the source of these bubbles remains to be seen. I am hoping it is not yet another hidden lesson I am supposed to learn. Sending out positive vibes to the Universe here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2564722816794484514?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2564722816794484514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2564722816794484514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2564722816794484514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2564722816794484514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-bubble.html' title='A Little Bubble'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3046893857363771281</id><published>2009-04-09T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:12:00.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shoulds from Livi's Blog</title><content type='html'>A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out,&lt;br /&gt;rent a place of her own,&lt;br /&gt;even if she never wants to or needs to… –&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this was always my orientation, but it didn't quite turn out that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear whether the employer,&lt;br /&gt;or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;re-telling it in her old age…. –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Must I? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh…and one who lets her cry… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yup, yup. In one and in many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,&lt;br /&gt;and a recipe for a meal,&lt;br /&gt;that will make her guests feel honored… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shoot! I only have 6's. Does this mean I have to buy an entirely new set?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMEN SHOULD HAVE…&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny…. –&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Always had problems with this. Funny, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;done this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break up with a lover, –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;done this as well (badly all times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and confront a friend without;&lt;br /&gt;ruining the friendship… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;done this with better results than the previous 'should'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder…and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…  –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I understand this and can do this a lot better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;that she can’t change the length of her calves,&lt;br /&gt;the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've accepted that I will always be short and slightly hippy (as in hips not the 60's movement), but the parents thing I realized a bit late in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over… –&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; no, no, no. I want to be forever young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok, this is hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone…even if she doesn’t like it… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This I can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust, whom she can’t, –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hmm, quite the opposite of Livi. I don't trust very easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why she shouldn’t take it personally…  –&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;where to go..&lt;br /&gt;be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…&lt;br /&gt;or a charming inn in the woods…&lt;br /&gt;when her soul needs soothing… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok, I need to work on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…&lt;br /&gt;a month…and a year… –&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Does any woman really ever figure this out? I mean, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3046893857363771281?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3046893857363771281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3046893857363771281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3046893857363771281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3046893857363771281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoulds-from-livis-blog.html' title='Shoulds from Livi&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4596067626834183718</id><published>2009-04-07T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:42:29.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Last Quiz for the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cute-Sexy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoucuteorsexyquiz/cute-sexy.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely attractive, and you have an interesting mix of sexiness and cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both hot and quirky. Gorgeous and silly. Charming and natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not so in-your-face sexy that you're unapproachable. You tone things down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else, you are real and genuine. And that makes you truly captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoucuteorsexyquiz/"&gt;Are You Cute or Sexy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just too funny to say anything beyond it is too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4596067626834183718?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4596067626834183718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4596067626834183718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4596067626834183718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4596067626834183718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-quiz-for-day.html' title='Last Quiz for the Day...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2700291325347505971</id><published>2009-04-07T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:25:29.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Meow? OK, Catwoman Then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are: 40% Dog, 60% Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and cats have a lot in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I detest cats!!  Hmm...I wonder.  Affie would love this quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2700291325347505971?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2700291325347505971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2700291325347505971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2700291325347505971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2700291325347505971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/meow-ok-catwoman-then.html' title='Meow? OK, Catwoman Then.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2041713917863764107</id><published>2009-04-07T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:23:28.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thought I'd Give it a Try...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Workspace Says You Work Best With Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourworkspacesayaboutyouquiz/table.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are generally fairly organized, but you have occasional slip ups. You find keeping organized challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to work at your own pace. If this means things don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you neglect your family and friends when you're working. You may work a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules don't allow me to have much of anything on my desk right now so I thought I would take this quiz with my former work space in mind. Ok results. I am not too sure about the last part though. &lt;br /&gt;You are still trying to figure out your ideal career. You could quit your current job on any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you tend to be an extrovert. You enjoy working with other people and drawing people into your work space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourworkspacesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Work Space Say About You?&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/4789353902745833290-2041713917863764107?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2041713917863764107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2041713917863764107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2041713917863764107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2041713917863764107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-id-give-it-try.html' title='Thought I&apos;d Give it a Try...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2643794428700983354</id><published>2009-04-07T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:19:25.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blast From the Past?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were the Slacker Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/slacker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was a place you showed up occasionally, but you didn't really leave a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hated rules, authority, and structure. In fact, you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz made me think about high school. To be honest, it wasn't the best chunk of time for me, academically speaking. But I did make my best friends in high school. Thinking about this period, (X) number of years ago now, it is amazing who I've turned out to be.  I am actually quite proud.  I am not exactly the person I thought I would be, but in a lot of ways I think I am better. So, snaps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2643794428700983354?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2643794428700983354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2643794428700983354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2643794428700983354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2643794428700983354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7821565943542026857</id><published>2009-04-02T05:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:51:12.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fool No More</title><content type='html'>I brought the car to work yesterday so I decided to wait the couple of hours it would take after shift for the bank to open so I could finally complete my salary loan transaction.  I entered the branch, tired from the whole work day but armed with a copy of my receipt indicating that I had paid for most of my loan.  I still had a tiny bit left to pay off and since it was 5 figures I thought I would chop it up into two or three just to make it lighter to pay, generally-speaking.  As I spoke with the teller though, she started telling me about all that I would need to do to be able to pay that last bit in parts.  Plus, she told me that there would be even more interest added to those payments because we were chopping it up further.  I decided then and there to pay the whole thing off and to just really scrimp until the next pay period.  This way, I would be loan-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am loan-free, nearly broke, but feeling lighter with THAT off my shoulders.  It was funny that that foolish decision was brought to a close on April Fool's Day. I also realized, after paying everything off, that had I lengthened the payment, it would be like getting a small part of the brick from that major loan and using it to hammer myself. Fool again if ever, but fool no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free of that! I feel good!  One down, some more to go.  It's a start, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7821565943542026857?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7821565943542026857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7821565943542026857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7821565943542026857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7821565943542026857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/fool-no-more.html' title='Fool No More'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3232740742610598330</id><published>2009-03-31T06:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:23:46.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>End of Month # 1</title><content type='html'>OK, this has been a month of adjustments for me. As some might know, I have a new job that involves 2 roles- one in Operations and one in Training. I must say, now that I have been immersed in both, that I enjoy the Training role more. Maybe it's too soon to tell. Maybe it's the transition period. I don't know. Well, you can't have it all I suppose. And this IS good experience for me. I wish I had the ladies around though. It would be good to vent or even just talk over some things with them. Those conversations were always therapeutic.  I haven't had access to the Net for a week or so which is why I feel kind of disconnected. I really have to do something about that.  Anyway, fingers crossed guys that month 2 goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3232740742610598330?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3232740742610598330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3232740742610598330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3232740742610598330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3232740742610598330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-on-month-1.html' title='End of Month # 1'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3988754134812559920</id><published>2009-03-31T05:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:03:33.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>From Affie</title><content type='html'>I have been told often enugh that I am all about "ME" at times so I decided to take the blogthings quiz on Affie's blog.  Here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Occasionally a Narcissist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/narcissist-2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you have healthy self esteem, you're really not that full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you're quite humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though occasionally, you can't help and reflect on how great you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself - as long as you don't let it go to your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Narcissist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  See!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3988754134812559920?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3988754134812559920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3988754134812559920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3988754134812559920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3988754134812559920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-affie.html' title='From Affie'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7512081441081017297</id><published>2009-03-19T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:16:13.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>After Training</title><content type='html'>I just gave my first, full training session...and I think it was a success!  A big THANK YOU to Meg, Anya, Avril, and Liv for helping me out.  It would not have happened without your help, Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary and exciting both at the same time. I had been waiting for a chance to prove that I am not all air for the longest time, and here it was. The feeling was indescribable.  As the days progressed, I found myself looking with wonder at these people who were looking back at me with 100% trust and positive expectation. The participants were lively, humorous, participative, and energetic. They asked good questions, listened attentively, were always on time, and expressed regret at the end of the session that the whole thing had come to a close.  Feedback forms have been nothing but positive. I am truly overwhelmed.  I mentioned to Livi today how this could all be not too good for my narcissism rehabilitation, but honestly, I am looking at it with awe and appreciation and I am holding the whole thing with care and taking none of it for granted. So, I think the vanity in me is safely, and will be safely, contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time, I feel satisfied and fulfilled. I feel that I ended three tiring but full and productive days, with work done that mattered to people other than myself.  When Meg said, "You are the culture they will be borne into", I trembled with fear.  Now, I am thinking, that might not be so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7512081441081017297?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7512081441081017297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7512081441081017297' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7512081441081017297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7512081441081017297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-training.html' title='After Training'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4893603146338008776</id><published>2009-03-17T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:28:27.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Say It Isn't So</title><content type='html'>My best friend has been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; a lot of upheaval lately.  needless to say, she's been feeling very depressed.  She mentioned that this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; out to be a r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eally&lt;/span&gt; bad year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; her.  As a form of comfort, I told her that, according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; horoscopes, this is going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; year for everybody.  Then I realized that everybody could include me.  That stopped me in my tracks.  Looking back, I could say that the year did not start out so well. Inf act, from an outsiders point of view, it started out pretty badly.  But so far, things are getting back on track.  So I am hoping this continues.  According to The Secret, the more you think about negativity, the more you attract it. I am doing my best not to be negative. Even if my horoscope has a lot of scary predictions.  So there. Be with me in being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4893603146338008776?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4893603146338008776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4893603146338008776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4893603146338008776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4893603146338008776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Say It Isn&apos;t So'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5264159658274188619</id><published>2009-03-13T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:18:03.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Advice and Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for a copy of this 'poem' since the beginning of february, during my last crossroads of sorts. I actually heard this way back in high school ( I think) but it didn't make as much sense to me then as it does now. I think, once you've gone over it, you will understand why.  Anyway, here it is. i am so happy I have a copy of it now. Thanks Ren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WEAR SUNSCREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Oh, never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You will not understand the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and beauty of your youth until they've faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You are not as fat as you imagine.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't worry about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The real troubles in your life are apt to be things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or a Friday, in my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Floss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't waste your time on jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sometimes you're ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sometimes you're behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The race is long and, in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it's only with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Remember compliments you receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Forget the insults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Keep your old love letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Throw away your old bank statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't feel guilty if you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; what you want to do with your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The most interesting people I know didn't know at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ok, I feel better now.  Maybe directionless isn't so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Get plenty of calcium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Be kind to your knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maybe you'll divorce at 40,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; maybe you'll dance the funky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; too much, or berate yourself either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your choices are half chance.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so true! pray for signs. They help. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So are everybody else's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Enjoy your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Use it every way you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uhm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Read the directions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; even if you don't follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Do not read beauty magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Get to know your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You never know when they'll be gone for good.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this is easier when you become a parent yourself, in my opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Be nice to your siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They're your best link to your past and the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; most likely to stick with you in the future.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Understand that friends come and go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but with a precious few you should hold on.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; because the older you get, the more you need the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; people who knew you when you were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Live in New York City once, but leave before it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; makes you hard. Live in Northern California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; once, but leave before it makes you soft.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Europe baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Travel.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Accept certain inalienable truths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Prices will rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Politicians will philander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You, too, will get old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; were young, prices were reasonable, politicians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; were noble, and children respected their elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Respect your elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't expect anyone else to support you.---&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've always tried to live by this. TOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maybe you have a trust fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But you never know when either one might run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't mess too much with your hair or by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; time you're 40 it will look 85.---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Be careful whose advice you buy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but be patient with those who supply it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Advice is a form of nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But trust me on the sunscreen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the lines really speak to me now. I really think I am getting older. But I am also beginning to think that this might not be so bad or scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5264159658274188619?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5264159658274188619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5264159658274188619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5264159658274188619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5264159658274188619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/advice-and-sunscreen.html' title='Advice and Sunscreen'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2315094279022391438</id><published>2009-03-11T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:02:18.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>New Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been ages since I posted about recipes although I haven't stopped in my quest to collect a cookbook full of easy, yummy, kid-friendly recipes.  I decided to do a little research at the end of my working day and I came upon two promising dishes.  Here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FABULOUS FRIED RICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 2 tbsp. (30 mL) vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1 egg, beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1 onion, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 2 cloves garlic, crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 2 cups (500 mL) diced raw or cooked vegetables (see suggestions, below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 2 cups (500 mL) diced cooked meat or fish (or vegetarian meat substitute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 3 cups (750 mL) cold leftover cooked rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 2 tbsp. (30 mL) soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1 tsp. (5 mL) sesame oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 4 green onions, sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * Fried rice veggie ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * Sliced, diced or shredded, raw or cooked celery, green or red pepper, mushrooms, carrots, bean sprouts, broccoli, zucchini, green beans, peas or snow peas, cabbage (regular or Chinese) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   1. In a wok or a large skillet, heat 1 tbsp. (15 mL) of the oil over high heat. Add egg and cook, stirring, until egg is scrambled. Remove scrambled egg to a plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   2. Pour the remaining oil into the wok. When it is very hot, add chopped onion and garlic and cook, stirring, for 2 or 3 minutes or just until onion is softened. Add raw vegetables first, followed by cooked vegetables (the first ones into the pan should be the veggies that take longest to cook, like raw carrots). Already-cooked veggies should be added last. Now add cooked meat, stirring to mix well and heat through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   3. Finally, add rice, stirring constantly to break up the lumps of rice, mix it with the other ingredients and heat thoroughly. Add soy sauce and sesame oil and cook, stirring and tossing, for 2 or 3 minutes. Stir in scrambled eggs and green onions and stir-fry for one more minute. Remove from heat and serve immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAKED BREADED TILAPIA FILLETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1 cup (250 mL) bread crumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1 tbsp. (15 mL) grated Parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1 tsp. (5 mL) oregano or Italian seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1/2 tsp. (2 mL) salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1/4 tsp. (1 mL) black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 2-3 tbsp. (30-45 mL) vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    * 1-1/2 lbs. (750 g) tilapia fillets (or other white fish fillets, such as sole, cod or haddock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   1. Preheat oven to 375° F (190° C). Lightly oil a baking sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   2. In a plastic or paper bag combine bread crumbs, Parmesan cheese, oregano (or Italian seasoning), salt and pepper. Hold the top of the bag shut and shake to mix everything together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   3. Pour vegetable oil into a small bowl. Working with one fillet at a time, brush both sides with a little of the oil, then drop into the bag with the bread crumb mixture and shake to coat well. Remove from bag and place on the prepared baking sheet. Repeat with the remaining fillets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   4. Bake for 10 minutes, turn fillets over and continue to bake for another 5 to 10 minutes, or until the fish flakes when you poke into it with a fork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The reasons I picked these two dishes is because they require the least amount of canned ingredients but are still easy to prepare, they are filling, and my hubby and kids love both rice and tilapia. It was really easy to decide to try these out. I am looking forward to making them over the weekend.  I hope the family likes them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2315094279022391438?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2315094279022391438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2315094279022391438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2315094279022391438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2315094279022391438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-recipes.html' title='New Recipes'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6993089957612235266</id><published>2009-03-10T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:53:22.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine told me some time ago that my expectations are too high.  He told me that it was impossible to live up to them, and anyone who tried ended up feeling like crap after because they would surely fall short.  This friend told me this more than 10 years ago now and since then I have been on this continuous quest to make my expectations reachable.  Of late though, I've been wondering if they are getting too low and if it is worth it to even have expectations when they are close to scraping the bottom of a moss-covered sea bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think it is too much to ask to expect a certain sense of loyalty and priority from people you consider your friends, even those not of the closest degree.  Oh well, I guess it is too much to ask from some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I am annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6993089957612235266?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6993089957612235266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6993089957612235266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6993089957612235266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6993089957612235266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8615114742226333860</id><published>2009-03-09T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:00:32.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Traveling Feet</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law finally left for New Zealand just this past Saturday. I can say it was an emotional couple of days for my in-laws.  I will miss her, for sure, but there was one feeling and thought that kept surfacing as we were waiting for her to board- I miss traveling. I miss packing, lining up to check-in, riding the plane, looking out the window at the receding shores of the Philippine Islands, preparing to get off and step on foreign soil. I miss the sights, smells, sounds, and feeling of visiting another country. I want to do it all again. I want to bring the hubby and my two kids and I want to see the wonder and excitement on their faces when they experience it all for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My traveling feet are itching again. What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8615114742226333860?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8615114742226333860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8615114742226333860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8615114742226333860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8615114742226333860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/traveling-feet.html' title='Traveling Feet'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1078626023567090543</id><published>2009-03-04T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:41:41.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>So, the past few days have been super hectic for me. I thought I would be free for a longer period but I was wrong. Happily, I have found new, interesting employment a stone's throw away from my previous work place.  I didn't stray too far.  But this wasn't intentional.  If I were a superstitious person, I would say that the little city where I've been working for the past 4 years now is actually a lucky one for me opportunity-wise. Isn't it great?  I do miss me free time, especially since I was able to do so much with my kids. But I think the turn of events is beneficial to all.  I am keeping all fingers and toes crossed that this will be exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job is a challenge. It is actually a combination of what I've been doing for the past 3 or so years plus more. I am excited and afraid at the same time.  All my old insecurities and defenses are fighting to break free from the tight reign I have over them. But, as I told Livi last week, I am determined to start this new chapter in a positive way, thinking and feeling positive.  She said my career from now on will be exactly how I make it. A scary and exhilarating thought at the same time.  New people, new tasks, no impressions, no judgments, no prejudices, but a lot of expectation.  I am looking forward to this next year's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that pleases me immensely is that I will still be able to meet with the Ladies frequently. It won't be the same, granted, but it will be closer than if I were working in Makati.  I think these meetings will help keep me grounded and will help me remember that I CAN do whatever I need to do. I didn't realize how much strength I took from these women until they weren't around anymore.  Plus, nobody likes food as much in my new work place which is super sad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck all!  I want to make this next year, at least, a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1078626023567090543?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1078626023567090543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1078626023567090543' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1078626023567090543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1078626023567090543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1161354190506504671</id><published>2009-02-25T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:57:43.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tests and Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>Livi texted me a quote from Paolo Coelho a few days ago that really struck a chord.  It  went "Just before a dream is fulfilled, the Soul of the World decides to test everything that was learned on the journey."  This got me thinking, hard. Of course, it didn't help that I consider this time in my life as a crossroads of sorts.  And I wanted to pass the test, to know the lessons in the experiences, because, honest to God, I don't want to be tested on this again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I guess I AM Idealistic. But not without seeing things as they are as well. Therefore, a job in monitoring or training really fits my personality.  I suppose I should focus on this. And I guess this is sort of me knowing what I want to do. Finally.  Well, work-wise at least.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Loans (unless they are made for medical or educational emergencies) are EVIL!  I am actually glad I was able to get a substantial amount as severance pay. Because of this, my loan, which would have been payable for 1.5 more years, is now almost fully paid.  I am happy that I can really and truly start to save sooner than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Cliche but true. I really ought to stop trying to do everything and just delegate.  This way appreciation, experience, and accountability is learned. To be fair, no one forced me to act that way. I just thought and decided that it was the best way.  But I have since then learned that it cannot just be ME, even when it actually can.  Does this make sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;4.  At the same time, I must look out for me. I must not take anything for granted, enjoy the enjoyable, be wary of the dangerous.  No one else can do this.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I relish my free time- with my kids, my hubby, and myself.  &lt;br /&gt;6.  |True friends are hard to find. So when you find them, do your best to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are more lessons there but nothing comes to mind now. I wonder when the deadline for realizing these things is.  I hope this isn't soon because I really don't want to be tested again. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1161354190506504671?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1161354190506504671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1161354190506504671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1161354190506504671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1161354190506504671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/tests-and-lessons-learned.html' title='Tests and Lessons Learned'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5818103363962999674</id><published>2009-02-23T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:59:26.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>This is a Sweet Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SaJ_f3IQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ui8wCQUfkEk/s1600-h/best_mom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SaJ_f3IQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ui8wCQUfkEk/s400/best_mom.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305943496347155186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bever thought of myself as the "best mom".  Not by a long shot.  I do the best I can, yes, and I hope for the best after that.  But that's as far as I've gone using taht word.  So it was sweet to receive this award from Ceemee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Show the award logo in your post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick a picture you have with your kiddo/s.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post should include your best experience as a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nominate other blogger moms out there that you consider the best mom, like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have one best experience as a mom.  I think the whole journey is one big experience with a whole bunch of stars to emphasize great moments.  I love it when my kids jump with joy when they see me, or clamor to get a hug and a kiss, or ar so excited when we go uot, even if it's just to the 7-11 around the corner. I love it when they ask me to read to them and when they gurgle with joy when I tickle them.  I love when they say 'yummy' to the simple dishes I prepare, or smack their lips over a goody I've baked.  I love bathing them, tucking them into bed, dressing them up.  Who would have thought that I would love all these things?  If you had asked me or any of my friends 10 years ago, we all would have said 'Impossible!'.  Now, it's impossible not to have that reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't post pictures of myself and my kids so I'm gonna have to skip that rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this awatrd to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Livi of Beauty and Madness&lt;br /&gt;2. Ree of Slice of Pie&lt;br /&gt;3. Anya of New Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun mommies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5818103363962999674?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5818103363962999674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5818103363962999674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5818103363962999674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5818103363962999674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-sweet-award.html' title='This is a Sweet Award'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SaJ_f3IQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ui8wCQUfkEk/s72-c/best_mom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1343737075869686443</id><published>2009-02-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:59:16.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>This is Me now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Thoughtful Idealist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/castle.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are scared of new experiences. It's hard for you to break outside of your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that people see you as dramatic and fascinating. You do your best to seem mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, stress occasionally makes you feel trapped in your life. You usually have a clear perspective on things though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your life is calm and steady. Not much stirs you, and each day is full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are extremely optimistic about the future. You feel like things are always getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/"&gt;The Castle Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting way to see things at this point huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1343737075869686443?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1343737075869686443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1343737075869686443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1343737075869686443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1343737075869686443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-me-now.html' title='This is Me now?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5909148656207865907</id><published>2009-02-16T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:44:51.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Re-adjustments</title><content type='html'>So, now I am finding out how prolonged distance from fast Internet is detrimental to my health. I was used to 2, maybe 3 days in a row, but more than a week is getting tough.  I think I really need to figure out how to get my Internet connection and my PC up and running at home again.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job hunt thing is tiring too. I think it's because I still am not too clear about what I want to do. It is kind of reminding me of high school graduation, when I had to decide what course to put down on my college application. Except I didn't have the 4 years to think it over. AAArrrggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the heat is sweltering!  I thought summer would begin at the end of next month. I was waiting for the 2nd wave of that previous cold front but I guess it decided to skip the P.I. altogether.  I can't stand heat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Vicki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5909148656207865907?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5909148656207865907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5909148656207865907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5909148656207865907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5909148656207865907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-adjustments.html' title='Re-adjustments'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7488663811065212935</id><published>2009-02-13T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:59:07.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>I packed up yesterday and now my days are relatively free. I am trying to enjoy them. I've been groaning for free time for the longest time and now I have it, so I suppose I should make the most out of it before I have to go to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending more time with my kids and I love it.  It's tiring.  A different kind of tiring from office work but I love being able to see them all the time and to watch them experience new things and to have them be able to tell me about them almost immediately.  I am actually thinking of looking for something flexible work-wise. I am really trying to think out how to make this so.  Maybe this realization is a blessing from this whole experience, a blessing I've been waiting to see.  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in line with my new, free schedule, here are some things I want to do asap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Play with my kids more.  Have meals with them.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sign up for the gym.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bake new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;4.  See old friends I haven't been able to see because of my previous work schedule.&lt;br /&gt;5.  READ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am seeing a few more good things as I go along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7488663811065212935?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7488663811065212935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7488663811065212935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7488663811065212935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7488663811065212935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5200260623711523740</id><published>2009-02-11T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:54:17.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning's End"</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a turbulent past few days for me. So many things happened that made me question EVERYTHING I had been living by for the past 4 years.  I was ready to exercise that age-old description of me being "strong" and "bold" yet at the same time I often found myself scared to the point of cadaver-like coldness and the icky feeling of wanting to throw up.  I questioned motives, reasons, promises, what I'd been told, friends, colleagues, strangers.  I can safely say, these are too many things for any one person to think about all at once. I wouldn't recommend it. But I found myself in this very predicament last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all over now, in a bittersweet way.  I've loved my place of work for so long.  I think of the people in my department as sisters. I have shared a lot of my life with them.  It is painful to have that all end.  Last week, I felt as if I had just been told that you no longer have a room in your house and therefore would need to pack up.  There was hardly any time to adjust, to think, but there was a lot of time to feel. And I felt bad 99% of the time.  I felt disposed of, thrown away, tossed aside.  Today, after discussions, I am relieved that there was no war, no fights, no recriminations; that things were resolved amicably, much like a divorce, without the acrimony.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am left with sadness and happiness- two completely opposite feelings present in my head and heart at the same time. What to do?  Anyone who knows me knows I hate goodbyes.  It's so hard for me to let anything close to the heart go.  And now I have to let a whole lot go.  I can hear the cracks. At the same time, I am happy to be rid of the uncertainty, the shadows, feelings of inadequacy and lack of appreciation.  It's a strange mix.  I am looking forward to moving on but I am apprehensive about saying goodbye.  Sigh. Another difficulty of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my ladies, you know who you are, don't lose touch!  Remember ME, ME, ME! And smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5200260623711523740?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5200260623711523740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5200260623711523740' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5200260623711523740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5200260623711523740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-new-beginning-comes-from-some.html' title='&quot;Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning&apos;s End&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2485260733107367226</id><published>2009-02-06T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:17:54.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am Sober</title><content type='html'>I loved this song around 6-7 years ago.  I don't think a young person now would even know it.  But today, I remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl meets boy, girl goes crazy&lt;br /&gt;Boy looks away, she gets her heart broken&lt;br /&gt;No words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;Boy comes back and acts&lt;br /&gt;As if everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;Soon she's got him back on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;She only sees what she wants to see&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind, love is so misleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;I see the light, oh what a light&lt;br /&gt;And I am sober&lt;br /&gt;All that you served to me&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I drink it in&lt;br /&gt;I took the time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;I see the you that I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally sinking in&lt;br /&gt;I am sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl wakes up and smells the coffee one day&lt;br /&gt;Realizes she's on her own again&lt;br /&gt;All alone again&lt;br /&gt;Boy takes every opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To play on every insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Get her back on track&lt;br /&gt;She's in a daze, back in the fire&lt;br /&gt;But will she cave into her old desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It holds entirely new meaning for me today.  I don't think it will ever mean anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiring to be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2485260733107367226?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2485260733107367226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2485260733107367226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2485260733107367226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2485260733107367226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-sober.html' title='I am Sober'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1197227837696415503</id><published>2009-02-05T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:06:31.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Color Quiz</title><content type='html'>I seem to be addicted to these online tests.  The result of this one was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3 bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt=ColorQuiz.com src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width=120 height=32&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;vicki took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Takes easily and quickly to anything which provide..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;picked1=5,3,4,1,0,2,7,6&amp;picked2=5,3,0,4,6,7,1,2&amp;sex=f&amp;blog_name=vicki"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with everything but there are a lot of pretty accurate comments as well. I won't divulge percentages. That would really be an over-share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1197227837696415503?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1197227837696415503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1197227837696415503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1197227837696415503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1197227837696415503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-seem-to-be-addicted-to-these-online.html' title='Color Quiz'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3731066460348732331</id><published>2009-02-04T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:30:25.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>From My Lips to  God's Ears</title><content type='html'>Please let it be ok. &lt;br /&gt;No, please let it be more than ok. &lt;br /&gt;Please let it be great!  &lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it be a replay of years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;Please let it be a path to somewhere new and better.&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please God.  Don't let me make a stupid ass out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3731066460348732331?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3731066460348732331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3731066460348732331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3731066460348732331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3731066460348732331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-my-lips-to-gods-ears.html' title='From My Lips to  God&apos;s Ears'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-9059054822907356786</id><published>2009-01-30T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:13:11.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Great Pick Me Up</title><content type='html'>OK, weight has always been an issue for me. More so now that I am surrounded by people who love food and eating as much, or even more, than me.  Well, Numi saw this quiz and passed the link to everyone in QA. I was so surprised by the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Destined to Be Thin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudestinedtobeoverweightquiz/weight-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you aren't thin right now, you have great habits that will ensure you're thin for most of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great relationship with food and eating. Don't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedtobeoverweightquiz/"&gt;Are You Destined To Be Overweight?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, if I stare at it long enough, even post it here, the Universe will definitely notice and conspire to make it so. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am claiming it!!  Hahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-9059054822907356786?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9059054822907356786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=9059054822907356786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9059054822907356786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9059054822907356786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-pick-me-up.html' title='Great Pick Me Up'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2669896523762524832</id><published>2009-01-30T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:54:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gattaca was on CNN last night.</title><content type='html'>I was watching CNN last night and there was a report on how technology in the medical field is advancing so much so that pretty soon we will be able to make our offspring taller, faster, etc. I am sure this was not the point of the study, and I have been trying to find a copy of that report online but I just suck at researching these things. Anyway, the fact that future parents may be able to choose the genetic make-up of their kids could be a very real effect of this advance in technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of my near ramble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this reminded me of the movie Gattaca, with Ethan Hawke, Jude Law,  and Uma Thurman. Not a lot of people liked this movie because, they said, it was a whole lot of talk.  I happen to love talk movies. And the premise of the movie, being that one could choose which traits to give to their kids, was fascinating to me.  I have to say, I loved the movie but I finished the it feeling more than a tad bit alarmed.  I mean, don't get me wrong. I love sci-fi. I am a trekkie and Star Wars lover. But the idea that one could choose everything about their kids and then to have those who fell below 'perfect' standards be less, well, that bothered me. I am all for genetics making it possible to eliminate the chances of developing Parkinson's or Alzheimer's or Down Syndrome even, but to go so far as to specify the athletic ability, the height, the shape, the color of eyes- this was too much for me to swallow. It seemed to me like a different form of segregation and discrimination- the implications in the movie were very reminiscent of the days when African-Americans and Afro-Caribbeans, and women, could only use certain rooms, sit in designated seats, attend only a certain type of school, be eligible for only certain kinds of jobs.  It left me with a bad taste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was slightly comforted by the fact that the advances in the movie seemed far removed (this was 1997) or at least would take another quarter of a century to pull off. I thought to myself, this would be enough time for mankind to think about past decisions, to learn how to treat each other, and to accept that we are all equal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 8 years down the road and here we are.  Ready to leap into these advances and yet war rages around us, genocide is happening in different parts of Africa and Asia, and we, collectively, are still so far from learning our lesson.  With such advances happening, will we realize this time, where to draw the line?  Will the quest for perfection yet again bring down so many?  Will it take another half a century or more before we see understanding in the form of another Barrack Obama?&lt;br /&gt;I think I better stick to the fluff movies and Idol for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2669896523762524832?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2669896523762524832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2669896523762524832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2669896523762524832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2669896523762524832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/gattaca-was-on-cnn-last-night.html' title='Gattaca was on CNN last night.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2730480879679459479</id><published>2009-01-29T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:01:26.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What would Dante Alighieri Think?</title><content type='html'>My officemate, Jonette, shared a link about the New 7 Deadly Sins on Plurk and, naturally, my interest was piqued. I've often said that I believe I am more spiritual than religious and that I am a lover of literature. So this seeming new take on the Bible/Dante combination really intrigued me.  I checked out the site and I found, what is arguably, the best summary of our generations possible pitfalls. If Dante really listed the 7 Deadly Sins in his Divine Comedy with the purpose of keeping the people in the 1300's "in line and on the right path", then this site does a good job in creating a list, warning 'co-21st century-ers' to stay focused and to remember what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list with snippets from the &lt;a href="http://www.lyved.com/body_soul/the-new-7-deadly-sins/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Waiting to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the biggest misconceptions ever is that once you’re successful, once you own a house, when you have a lot of money, or once you’re retired, you’ll finally be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the truth is, you need happiness to achieve all of that in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember, the longer you wait to be happy the less time you’ll actually have to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Achieving success without helping others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you truly want to be successful then you can’t focus your entire efforts on yourself. You must help other people achieve their goals and their own success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s an old saying that the road to success is lonely, but it won’t be when you help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Belittling the dreams of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your dreams aren’t superior to any other person’s dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Complacency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s one thing to be satisfied with what you have, but it’s another story when you’ve completely settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you settle and don’t create any new dreams to go after, you’ve basically given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Not questioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the greatest things we can do for ourselves is to question our lives and things in it as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Questions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Why not me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Do I really love what I’m doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We don’t need to have the answers right away, but we must keep thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. No attempt to change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Changing the world is not as hard as it may seem. Even if you change the community and world around you, you’re doing a lot. Simple acts can create drastic change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Fearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole point of the original seven deadly sins was to instill fear in people. But living in fear isn’t living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if you’ve committed some of these sins don’t fear; acknowledging you’ve done so is all the forgiveness you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now isn't this list something to really sit and think about. And I can tell you I've been guilty of a helluva lot of the things listed here. I am sure if they create a new Internet test to tell me which new ring of hell I fall in, I would be in deeper than even &lt;a href="http://dreamwalkersworld.com"&gt;Numi &lt;/a&gt;(y'all can ask her what ring she's supposed to be in, in Dante's hell. Hahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2730480879679459479?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2730480879679459479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2730480879679459479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2730480879679459479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2730480879679459479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-dante-alighieri-think.html' title='What would Dante Alighieri Think?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8699784812482427195</id><published>2009-01-28T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:48:11.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>Are Kids Ever Safe Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Child safety has been on my mind a lot these days. Ok, it's always on my mind but more so lately. Maybe it's all the movies with children getting kidnapped or hurt, or the blogs of tragedies, or just the reality that I am a mom now and so I just think about everything and anything that might cause them harm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've always considered myself to be a careful mom but I found this list of questions to know if you are protecting your child from unwanted dangers and it sent me into a mild panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is your child properly restrained when riding in your car?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you use door knob covers and door locks so that your child can not get out of the house or into rooms that aren't childproofed?- yes, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have smoke alarms on every level of your house and near bedrooms? Do you check them regularly to make sure they are still working?- no smoke alarms but I check outlets and things plugged regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have a carbon monoxide detector in your home that has gas or oil heat or with attached garages? - no, I didn't know these existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does your child wear a helmet when riding his bike?- no, but he has a toddler bike still, which he can't pedal consistently, so I figured this wasn't necessary yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a pool, is it protected with a fence and a self-closing and self-latching gate?- I do, and no. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have a child under 6 years in the top bunk of a bunk bed?- no bunk bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you set the temperature of your hot water heater to 120 degrees Fahrenheit?- not water heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have a gun in the house that is loaded and unlocked?- no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have covers on electrical outlets?- not really. They remove them. I have yet to find a brand that stays on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have a fire extinguisher?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you keep medicines, poisons and household cleaners completely out of reach of your children?- definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have wall anchors on your stove and large pieces of furniture that may tip over?- no, but I don't have too many large pieces of furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you checked your house for recalled toys and household products?- there aren't a whole lot of toys either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you keep toys with small parts out of the reach of your younger children?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you smoke?- yes, but not in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you protected the sharp edges of furniture and fireplaces with corner and edge bumpers?- my furniture all have rounded edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you put sunscreen on your child when necessary?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you live in an older house, has your child been screened for lead poisoning?- we don't live in an older house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have matches or lighters easily accessible in your house?- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have window guards installed on your windows?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does your family have an escape plan in case there is a fire?- yes, but it's in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have a list of emergency numbers by the phone?- no phone but I have a list on the fridge door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you let your kids play with fireworks?- no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you wash fruits and vegetables before letting your children eat them?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are your kids safe when they visit the homes of friends or family members? Have they childproofed their homes?- they are safe and half of the homes are childproof. We try to teach them what to touch and what not to touch, e.g. what is a toy and what is glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you use the back burners when cooking and turn pot handles toward the back of the stove?- no but I don't allow my kids near the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you use an appliance latch to lock your refrigerator?- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you let your younger child play outside by himself?-no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you leave buckets around the house with water in them?- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you leave your younger child in the bathtub alone?-no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you let your child stand up in shopping carts?- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you use a harness when your child is in his high chair?-yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you warned your children not to play near moving water, such as a canal or creek?- no, no moving water near us and we haven't taken them to the beach. Does the pool count? If so, yes they are always warned not to play near the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you let your kids ride in the back of a pickup truck?-no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you encourage your children to wear safety equipment when playing sports?- well, floaters when swimming. What are the safety equipment for basketball and football (soccer)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more info &lt;a href="http://pediatrics.about.com/cs/safetyfirstaid/a/how_safe_2.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from my answers I think I am on the right track.  I think a lot of the question made me think about other things too.  Like,  locking doors, swimming lessons, breakables, etc. I am sure  I will be able to come up with an entirely new list of dangers to avoid on my own but, for now, I am satisfied with this list. How did you guys fare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8699784812482427195?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8699784812482427195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8699784812482427195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8699784812482427195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8699784812482427195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-kids-ever-safe-enough.html' title='Are Kids Ever Safe Enough?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7147780240884592531</id><published>2009-01-26T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:59:17.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>It's funny how little things can remind you both of who is there for you and who isn't.  I've been trying my best  not to get bothered by details that I have no control over but I can't help but feel that my friends and loved ones should at least think of me in the same general level as I think of them. After all, relationships are two-way right? You get what you give, right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the narcissist in me again feeling left-out and not very counted. I don't like this feeling at all and I'm thinking that perhaps the best way is to limit the number of people whom I consider important, to limit them according to the depth of our relationship, and to only be bothered by things said and done by the people in this group. But wouldn't that be making my world so, so small?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  I think I just care too much what other people think or say.  I don't want to be not counted, not considered, unimportant. In reality though, aren't we really alone anyway so why should it matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7147780240884592531?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7147780240884592531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7147780240884592531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7147780240884592531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7147780240884592531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3416195298565533096</id><published>2009-01-23T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:31:18.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SXlV0JqRgoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F46VjsO7vNQ/s1600-h/butterfly-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SXlV0JqRgoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F46VjsO7vNQ/s400/butterfly-award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294357191385514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh!  This is my first ever blog "award". Super exciting.  As a lot of my friends know, I have a streak of narcissism I am trying to do away with. But moments like this do not make it easy at all. Hehe. Perhaps I am making too big a deal out of it but, who cares? As I said, narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am supposed to tag 10 other cool blogs.  I hope I have 10 to tag!  Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maidapaypay.com/"&gt;Mai da PayPay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really fantastic food blog that advocates the use of all-natural ingredients and homegrown products. Plus, her recipes are mouth watering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marionsilver.wordpress.com/"&gt;Marion Silver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts, ideas, and experiences of a nature-loving, knowledge-seeking vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sliceofpizzapie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Slice of Pizza Pie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, heartwarming, true stories from a funny mom about a loving husband and dad, and a cute little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteredmundlucy7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Into the Wardrobe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog of a person who loves, loves, loves literature- especially kids literature. You can find reviews for different children's books as well as interviews with their authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://contextualized.blogspot.com/"&gt;Contextualized&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog with the musings, ideas, and thoughts of an intelligent, deep, insightful friend.  There are also a lot of cool clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I only have 5. Well, I am sure there will be more tags from these great blogs.  Don't forget the rules guys: you have to pass the tag and leave a message on the blog of that person to let them know that you've tagged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3416195298565533096?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3416195298565533096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3416195298565533096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3416195298565533096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3416195298565533096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/butterfly-tag.html' title='Butterfly Tag'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SXlV0JqRgoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F46VjsO7vNQ/s72-c/butterfly-award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1231942146584666755</id><published>2009-01-20T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:00:19.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Explanations from Paolo</title><content type='html'>Paolo Coelho said in his Plurk "It is not explanations that carry us forward, but our will to go on."  For someone who loves explanations and to explain- this is hard.  But after thinking about it long and hard I find it actually makes sense.  There are so many situations that have explanations that are unacceptable and are sometimes wrong and yet are the only ones that fit. There are also so many situations that have no explanation and yet still are. And despite these situations, we can continue to exist and to move on and to have a life. So is it really a matter of will power?  Makes sense. Someone told me once that you can try to talk yourself into and out of decisions, situations, etc but if the will to do and to be is gone, it won't work.  Wow Paolo. So many things to think about again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1231942146584666755?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1231942146584666755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1231942146584666755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1231942146584666755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1231942146584666755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/explanations-from-paolo.html' title='Explanations from Paolo'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4875536385877860237</id><published>2009-01-19T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:19:01.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am not Half and Half</title><content type='html'>You know how some people really like half and half (for those who don't know, this is half-milk and half-cream usually) with their Starbucks or Seattle's Best coffee? I'm not one of them. See, I like whole cream or whole milk. I think half of one and the other is odd- somehow incomplete even if they make one whole liquid.  I find myself thinking the same way about myself.  I can't be half something and half the other. I think this is where my problem with sugarcoating and being not-so-transparent lies.  I also know that I cannot have friendships or relationships or connections, however you want to call it, where only the parts of me that fit what is wanted or needed, is accepted. It makes me feel unimportant and unappreciated because, for me, it seems like I am not wanted for every part of me, thus, who I am as a person, and only wanted for those things that are the current focus. Even those traits lose their value because they can be changed and exchanged depending on the need and the mood.  It is fascinating to me how others can treat people like half and half, and even more fascinating how others are comfortable receiving this treatment.  I know I would be stuck seriously questioning my worth to the other person, if it were me.  An observation I thought was worth pondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4875536385877860237?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4875536385877860237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4875536385877860237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4875536385877860237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4875536385877860237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-not-half-and-half.html' title='I am not Half and Half'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-9110206446653514269</id><published>2009-01-19T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:31:11.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tips for a Better Life</title><content type='html'>I got this from Lizza's post on Facebook and I thought it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for A Better Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.--&gt; this works in cheering you up, but not all the time. And it also depends on what's bringing you down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.--&gt; this works, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.--&gt; aah yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.--&gt; hard, hard, hard.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play more games.--&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;6. Read more books than you did the previous year.--&gt; trying.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.--&gt; oh god. ok, fine. Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.--&gt; I think they should have made the '&amp;amp;' an 'or'.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.--&gt; haha! All the time.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.--&gt; uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.--&gt; ok.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.--&gt; I think I can manage this...&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.--&gt;HUWAAT?&lt;br /&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.--&gt; hmmm&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.--&gt; this is like telling water not to be wet.&lt;br /&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.--&gt; really? no wonder! I suck at being a student. Does that mean I suck at life too? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. --&gt; good idea.&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.--&gt; trying.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.--&gt; again, water.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.--&gt; really.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.--&gt; I'm getting better at this.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.--&gt; no comment.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.--&gt; ok, this looks easy.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.--&gt; I AGREE.&lt;br /&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.--&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;26. What other people think of you is none of your business.--&gt; we are not islands!&lt;br /&gt;27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.--&gt; ok, if you say so.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.--&gt; indeed.&lt;br /&gt;29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.--&gt; this reminds me of Livi.&lt;br /&gt;30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.--&gt; ok.&lt;br /&gt;31. The best is yet to come.--&gt; I HOPE SO!&lt;br /&gt;32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.--&gt; sigh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do the right thing!--&gt; I second the motion.&lt;br /&gt;34. Call your family often.--&gt; I do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.--&gt; Your inner most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;is always happy.&lt;br /&gt;36. Each day give something good to others.--&gt; give or do? big difference there.&lt;br /&gt;37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.--&gt; I agree again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For more on wonderful happiness ideas, please join the group "The Happiest Day of Your Life"&lt;br /&gt;http://groups.to/happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now isn't this list giving you things to think about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-9110206446653514269?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9110206446653514269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=9110206446653514269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9110206446653514269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9110206446653514269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/tips-for-better-life.html' title='Tips for a Better Life'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5195451772920483536</id><published>2009-01-16T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:54:23.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Leavetakings</title><content type='html'>*Sigh.  I wrote  mid-last year that I was sad about good friends leaving the company for their own individual reasons. Well, 3 have moved on and, pretty soon, one more will.  I am sad again, not that I ever stopped.  But now I am back to remembering vividly. One of my favorite students said goodbye to me today.  It was his last class. He was movie to another company, a sudden piece of news for me since it was the first I had heard that he was even considering this step.  I estimate that my sister-in-law will be leaving for New Zealand by the first quarter of this year.  It seems I can't really escape goodbyes, or even get a brief pause from it!  I suppose I should really start teaching myself how to handle it better. *Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5195451772920483536?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5195451772920483536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5195451772920483536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5195451772920483536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5195451772920483536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/leavetakings.html' title='Leavetakings'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6052347150902958257</id><published>2009-01-14T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:24:21.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SW2DqCUDj-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uBYFxjJtuqM/s1600-h/geology-of-mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SW2DqCUDj-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uBYFxjJtuqM/s400/geology-of-mercury.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291029895428935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am generally not superstitious but when there are warnings of bad things to come, I get scared...no matter how based in science or not these warning are.  I got an email from Livi telling me about Mercury Retrograde. Enter notes from Carmina Burana.  Here is what she found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECAUTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Mercury Retrograde, electronic gadgets are especially prone to disaster.&lt;br /&gt;If possible, resist buying anything involving communications technology during this time.&lt;br /&gt;Never sign contracts during Mercury Retrograde.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sign up for cell phone service, health club memberships, car leases or insurance policies.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even think about buying a house. If you must, triple check everything.&lt;br /&gt;Try to delay putting your name on any document until after Mercury Retrograde is over.&lt;br /&gt;Never make a major purchase, especially a car during Mercury Retrograde. Even if things seem fine at the time, there’s a good chance a defect will appear during a later retrograde.&lt;br /&gt;Recheck your work and always double-check your messages. Hesitate to press the SEND button on your e-mails until you read them over.&lt;br /&gt;Write down information when playing back voice messages – don’t rely on your memory.&lt;br /&gt;Leave early to all appointments when possible and don’t be surprised if you arrive late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE, MERCURY RETROGRADE IS A GREAT TIME TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review your life and the decisions you’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;Readjust your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;Retreat to give yourself the space you need.&lt;br /&gt;Recommit to the goals you believe are worth-while.&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on who you are and where you’re going.&lt;br /&gt;Recharge your batteries.&lt;br /&gt;Repair any damage you may have caused to objects or relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Renew your sense of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Revise your attitudes and routines.&lt;br /&gt;Return to your core set of values.&lt;br /&gt;Reward yourself for success.&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of this &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com/527303.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so great for the positives but the negatives...aaahhh!I am hoping that my non-superstitious nature will kick in just so I won't stress or worry,  but, based on experiencing Mercury Retrograde last year... I AM AFRAID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6052347150902958257?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6052347150902958257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6052347150902958257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6052347150902958257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6052347150902958257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-no-oh-no-oh-no.html' title='Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SW2DqCUDj-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uBYFxjJtuqM/s72-c/geology-of-mercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6488576104708695557</id><published>2009-01-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:46:14.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bette Davis Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;You Are a Bette!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.bette_.jpg" alt="mm.bette_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bettes are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Stand up for yourself... and me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Be confident, strong, and direct.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Give me space to be alone.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Bette   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being independent and self-reliant    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being able to take charge and meet challenges head on    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being courageous, straightforward, and honest    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* getting all the enjoyment I can out of life    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* upholding just causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being a Bette   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being restless and impatient with others' incompetence    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* never forgetting injuries or injustices    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* putting too much pressure on myself    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bettes as Children Often    &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are sometimes loners    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* seize control so they won't be controlled   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* figure out others' weaknesses    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* attack verbally or physically when provoked    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bettes as Parents   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are sometimes overprotective    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* can be demanding, controlling, and rigid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6488576104708695557?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6488576104708695557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6488576104708695557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6488576104708695557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6488576104708695557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/bette-davis-eyes.html' title='Bette Davis Eyes'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1078935769877476124</id><published>2009-01-09T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:57:42.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>True Love from Paolo Coelho</title><content type='html'>Paolo Coelho said in his Plurk, "True love allows each person to follow his or her own path, aware that doing so can never drive them apart."  I am 'wow-ed' again. I mean, really. Wow. Imagine the confidence in yourself and each other to be able to go, full steam ahead, and pursue your dreams. And to know that you will never be apart from your significant other, no matter how much or less time you are able to spend together, that you will be together in heart and sprit regardless. Wow, indeed. The romantic in me coming out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1078935769877476124?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1078935769877476124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1078935769877476124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1078935769877476124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1078935769877476124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-love-from-paolo-coelho.html' title='True Love from Paolo Coelho'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3670742290108074058</id><published>2009-01-07T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:29:54.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blogthings is Backing Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Make 7 Resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/newyears.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce Stress Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend More Time With Family and Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/"&gt;What Should You Resolve to Change Next Year?&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/4789353902745833290-3670742290108074058?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3670742290108074058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3670742290108074058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3670742290108074058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3670742290108074058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogthings-is-backing-me-up.html' title='Blogthings is Backing Me Up'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6043210831957189211</id><published>2009-01-06T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:58:43.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Resolutions and Rediscovery</title><content type='html'>I've been telling myself that I would write this post ASAP but, funnily enough, it took me 6 days to get it done. OK, 2 days because I had no Internet access before the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th.&lt;/span&gt; But, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; gotten it done sooner if I had really wanted to. What is the cause of my seeming procrastination? I guess I am a bit wary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; writing down what I think I want to get done this year. It feels so...final that way. And scary. But, I am remembering all my holiday reflections and I have decided to bite the bullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I resolve to "rediscover" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;- to find out what I love, like, dislike, hate; what I stand for; what is important and what I can do away with; what I want the rest of my life to be like.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I resolve to make my 30's what I think my 20's should have or could have been.  I have very few regrets about the decisions I made in my 20's and, honestly, I don't want to think about them. I've realized that they are dangerous breeding grounds for discontent and very unfair on reality. How can you do battle with 'what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ifs&lt;/span&gt;?' right?  But I do think that there was much I could have done in the way of improving myself that could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; not only me but people close to me as well. So I am on a mission to make this decade worth it- in every way possible. This year is the beginning. I want to live life to the fullest, to take risks, to stop being afraid.  (Some support and encouragement is very welcome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it.  Corny?  Well, I figure, these are pretty tough tasks and I don't want to bite off more than I can chew. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, on a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to read a book a month, at least.&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to save 10% of my pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to get a facial and a new blouse or article of clothing once a month.&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to go to the gym regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much easier huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cheers everyone! Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6043210831957189211?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6043210831957189211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6043210831957189211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6043210831957189211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6043210831957189211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-and-rediscovery.html' title='Resolutions and Rediscovery'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6402694985404818442</id><published>2009-01-05T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:59:07.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year! Welcome Year of the Ox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SWG8J03VMnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bOrK37PSmDE/s1600-h/southport_musical_fireworks_1_470x356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SWG8J03VMnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bOrK37PSmDE/s400/southport_musical_fireworks_1_470x356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714314505237106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year everyone! I know, it's late. But I had no Internet access over the long break so I am only able to post now. I think this was a good thing, in fact. I was able to de-stress and recharge. I was also able to purchase some new clothes, get a facial and a haircut (long overdue), and put away some old maternity clothes.  I feel like I'm all ready to start the new year.  The cynic in me is kicking in too though, becuase I don't want to be too optimistic especially since this is supposed to be the year we ride out the financial crisis.  According to my Chinese horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GOAT/SHEEP: 32% (5 neutral and 7 unfavorable months) &lt;p&gt;This may not be as favorable as a year that you desire.  Coming off the year of the Rat, you may be seeking relief from the difficult year. Don't give up now.   The Goat/Sheep is artistic in nature and you may have difficulties finding a way to express your creative passions.  It will take an extra effort to rely on the help of others to make it through these times, but if you keep a steady focus on your goals and display painstaking efforts, you will be pleased to see the fruits of your labor arrive next year.  Don't fret, as you may learn a lot about yourself in the process.  You may learn that you are more versatile, as well as resourceful, than you ever imagined. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;courtesy of this &lt;a href="http://www.proastro.com/?o=forecast&amp;amp;act=show&amp;amp;forecastmonth=05&amp;amp;forecastdate=30&amp;amp;forecastyear=1979&amp;amp;x=21&amp;amp;y=9"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, plans and resolutions saved for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6402694985404818442?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6402694985404818442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6402694985404818442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6402694985404818442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6402694985404818442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-welcome-year-of-ox.html' title='Happy New Year! Welcome Year of the Ox.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SWG8J03VMnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bOrK37PSmDE/s72-c/southport_musical_fireworks_1_470x356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5291546955026386436</id><published>2008-12-23T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:25:19.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SVDmhUv7FLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fAl68MOBU4I/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SVDmhUv7FLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fAl68MOBU4I/s400/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975823085376690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all!  See you in 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5291546955026386436?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5291546955026386436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5291546955026386436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5291546955026386436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5291546955026386436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SVDmhUv7FLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fAl68MOBU4I/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7060935837477117656</id><published>2008-12-23T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:04:37.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Last Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of work and I am getting ready to go home for a 10-day break. I need this. I am super tired, I really want some time with my hubby and kids, and I am hoping to enjoy the end of the year as it's my favorite season.  Livi tagged me for this Yearly Review Post, and I really want to do this, but it's just so...much effort and really looooong. Livi asked me how one learns if one doesn't review and assess. I thought about this for a while and this is my take.  I don't need to review so much because a lot of the things I really liked and disliked I still remember today.  In fact, I remember a lot of things from last year and the year before as well, to be honest. For the positives, I focus on what I think I did right, the root and reason behind it, and try to keep doing that. For the negatives, well, this is tough for me. I tend to really over-think and over-feel things.  Because of this, I don't relish rehashing everything because this just brings whatever emotions I felt at the time back to the forefront. And after I've looked at a situation, thought about it a bajillion times, tried to look for alternatives, tried to live those solutions, it isn't a good idea for me to go back to the beginning, when feelings were hurt.  So, will I be doing the tag?  I don't know yet. But I do know what went on this year, both good and bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7060935837477117656?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7060935837477117656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7060935837477117656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7060935837477117656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7060935837477117656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-thoughts.html' title='Last Thoughts'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6802727807781672728</id><published>2008-12-22T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:04:32.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mandy Knows Me Too</title><content type='html'>"Wild Hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crazy world&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;If you will it to&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a hazy girl&lt;br /&gt;Blurring all the edges&lt;br /&gt;Only seeing blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wild Hope&lt;br /&gt;A Wild Hope&lt;br /&gt;A Wild Hope&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside&lt;br /&gt;A painting of a city on a hotel wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days goes by&lt;br /&gt;Wasting golden hours in the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of our reflection&lt;br /&gt;Beside you I see myself&lt;br /&gt;We are the season's new collection&lt;br /&gt;We look like everybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowded streets into the fading grey&lt;br /&gt;Here and gone&lt;br /&gt;Like a decoration for the holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Maandy Moore.  I like her voice and I like the lyrics of her songs. Speaks to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6802727807781672728?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6802727807781672728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6802727807781672728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6802727807781672728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6802727807781672728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/mandy-knows-me-too.html' title='Mandy Knows Me Too'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5879930059829752675</id><published>2008-12-22T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:44:28.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>2 out of 3</title><content type='html'>Well, I posted some months ago how I was feeling really bummed about the impending departures of colleagues who are also good friends.  2 of 3 have left already. I am officially depressed about it.  I knew it was going to happen. I prepared for it.  This is normal. But I still feel bad. I am not good at goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Jonj and Am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5879930059829752675?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5879930059829752675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5879930059829752675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5879930059829752675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5879930059829752675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-out-of-3.html' title='2 out of 3'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6670216463421518033</id><published>2008-12-15T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:05:54.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"What is Your Love Based On?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Based on Commitment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/commitment.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that love is something that develops and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe in love at first site, and you never mistake lust for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is about mutual devotion, respect, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel comfortable in a relationship, unless you're both in it for the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You don't take commitment lightly - or leave relationships easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: You're so committed, you often can't see the most obvious problems in your relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&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/4789353902745833290-6670216463421518033?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6670216463421518033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6670216463421518033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6670216463421518033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6670216463421518033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-your-love-based-on.html' title='&quot;What is Your Love Based On?&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-9014870286252787600</id><published>2008-12-12T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:39:11.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>Poetry for my Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SUIVA_C_VrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OHmCrd_8fNs/s1600-h/42-15533962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SUIVA_C_VrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OHmCrd_8fNs/s400/42-15533962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278804819899799218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" class="head1" &gt;On Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SUIUeAMy2QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nV2vLSZcqsA/s1600-h/42-15533962.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt; Kahlil &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gibran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your children are not your children.&lt;br /&gt;They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;br /&gt;And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;br /&gt;For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You may strive to be like them,&lt;br /&gt;but seek not to make them like you.&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You are the bows from which your children&lt;br /&gt;as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;br /&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,&lt;br /&gt;and He bends you with His might&lt;br /&gt;that His arrows may go swift and far.&lt;br /&gt;Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;br /&gt;For even as He loves the arrow that flies,&lt;br /&gt;so He loves also the bow that is stable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-9014870286252787600?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9014870286252787600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=9014870286252787600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9014870286252787600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9014870286252787600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/poetry-for-my-children.html' title='Poetry for my Children'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/SUIVA_C_VrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OHmCrd_8fNs/s72-c/42-15533962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-9177524914419302795</id><published>2008-12-12T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:41:25.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Love</title><content type='html'>Ok, in line with the whole 'think about the good stuff' thing, I decided to make a short list of reasons why l love Christmas. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the lights and the decor. I know, shallow but true.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the food! All the special dishes, reserved only for this time of the year sends this food lover into a state of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the way everyone seems to be so nostalgic and teary-eyed about...everything. The hidden romantic in me surfacing again?&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to watch my kids squeal in delight when they open their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love seeing the wonder in my kids eyes when they look at the parol or the tree or all the sparklies everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love talking to them about Santa and being good and loving people.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love meeting friends and catching up over good food, wine and/or coffee. I know this should be done more often but at least Christmas dinner is a given.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love giving and receiving gifts. Yes, for all those people choking and snorting over the 'giving' part. Believe it or not, I am always excited about Christmas shopping. No matter how small the budget.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I love simbang gabi. This is the only novena I even contemplate doing.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I love that it is the longest paid holiday in my year. I am seriously considering ways to change this last point though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Christmas love in a nutshell. I am sure there are a million and one more reasons why I love the season but these are what come to mind for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-9177524914419302795?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9177524914419302795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=9177524914419302795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9177524914419302795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/9177524914419302795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-love.html' title='Christmas Love'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2394993687092894742</id><published>2008-12-12T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:33:11.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Christmas Rush</title><content type='html'>I tell myself every year that I will start my Christmas shopping early to avoid the mad rush near the 25th. I tell myself and I never follow.  This year, I am rushing again.  But I am pleased that I have almost all my shopping done- and this by buying a little here and there along the way. I am even more pleased that my budget this year fit almost everyone I wanted to give gifts to and yet was not exorbitantly huge.  There are things to be happy about. Yippee! I am also happy that I am finally feeling the Christmas spirit. I think I am really trying to focus on the good things here and I'm trying to deal with the not so good ones one at a time and slowly. So far, so good. I hope this stays this way.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest dilemma at the moment is what to get the hubby. He wants a PSP but that is just too expensive. I was thinking clothes since he has a lot of t-shirts but not a lot of going out shirts. But it seems too practical to be a gift. I don't know. I want to maximize my budget, however small, and still give a gift he will like. This is hard. Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2394993687092894742?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2394993687092894742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2394993687092894742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2394993687092894742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2394993687092894742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-rush.html' title='Christmas Rush'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6250422346004732084</id><published>2008-12-09T18:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:45:29.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thinking About Relationships Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is in direct reflection over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.ruyandolivia.com/2008/12/09/thinking-about-relationships/"&gt;Livi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'s post. I think she had  A LOT of interesting things to say there.  And since I've also honestly been thinking a lot about relationships recently (thanks to Twilight actually), it felt good to read some sane words for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="word-spacing: 0px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-indent: 0px; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; border-collapse: separate; text-align: left; orphans: 2; widows: 2;font-size:14;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="word-spacing: 0px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; border-collapse: separate; text-align: left; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is happening that so many couples are falling out of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be we expect too much? Do we think marriage is about living in a constant state of extreme passion and euphoria? Are we wanting our spouse to solve all our problems, fulfill all our dreams, and be the perfect man or woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's so easy to fall into this trap. I've had many a wiser friend tell me that this was just hogwash and, for the most part, I agree. But sometimes I find myself thinking, is it really crap or are we just told that it's crap to make it easier to accept less? What is wrong with that state of passion or euphoria? I am sure I would be able to maintain this, given a conducive situation. And while I don't think any one person can be perfect, what is wrong with close to perfection? I am not the kind of person to expect a white knight to come galloping to the rescue, but it would be nice to be rescued every now and then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just as it's nice to do the rescuing every now and then as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Perhaps we don’t feel love because we have stopped loving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is so hard when you are pissed off...ok, perhaps not to stop loving entirely but maybe to be demonstrative about it. And when you are naturally introverted, not very showy, quite emotional in general, this can be even more difficult in moments of negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Or maybe we forget that our marriage is only as successful as the couple makes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah yes. We return to the crux of it all. And I agree. And again, this is hard work! I want that book Livi keeps raving about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6250422346004732084?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6250422346004732084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6250422346004732084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6250422346004732084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6250422346004732084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking-about-relationships-too.html' title='Thinking About Relationships Too'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-930204291615302760</id><published>2008-12-09T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:47:41.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Scrooge This Year</title><content type='html'>The holidays are almost upon us and I have yet to do my Christmas shopping. Christmas is my favorite time of the year and, oddly enough, I haven't been feeling the cheer yet. Normally, I am swimming in it by now. My house is usually fully decorated by this time and I am gleefully choosing presents for my hubby, kids, family, and friends.  As of today, I have done...nothing.  Strange. I really think I have to get out of this rut. It's kinda hard though since I am not exactly sure where the rut is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to finish my Christmas decorating and gift buying this coming weekend. And, I HAVE TO FIND THE CHEER! HEEEEELLLP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-930204291615302760?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/930204291615302760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=930204291615302760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/930204291615302760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/930204291615302760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrooge-this-year.html' title='Scrooge This Year'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4676266680745871139</id><published>2008-12-05T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:32:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish...</title><content type='html'>"You are the most important thing to me now. You are the most important thing ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4676266680745871139?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4676266680745871139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4676266680745871139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4676266680745871139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4676266680745871139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish.html' title='Wish...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7303957662534863664</id><published>2008-12-04T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:31:29.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this to a friend. A probable reason why I am so taken by the Twilight series is the unwavering commitment between Bella and Edward. Come what may (yes, you can sing the sickeningly sweet song from Moulin Rouge), they are for each other. And, as much as possible, neither would ever do anything to causes the other hurt or harm. Forget that Bella is often, in my opinion, too needy, sometimes idiotic and spineless. HE loves her, totally and completely. Only her. Always just her. Sigh. I would kill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7303957662534863664?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7303957662534863664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7303957662534863664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7303957662534863664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7303957662534863664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4680978214835370614</id><published>2008-12-03T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:13:57.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Twilight Test Retaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/twilight-quiz" title="Twilight Quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quiz/badges/twilight/alice.gif" alt="Twilight Quiz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/twilight-quiz"&gt;Twilight Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by QuizRocket.com &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com"&gt;fun quizzes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt; &amp;raquo; &amp;raquo; &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/christmas-quiz"&gt;Christmas Trivia Quiz&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/naughty-or-nice-quiz"&gt;Naughty or Nice&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;laquo; &amp;laquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/christmas-song-quiz"&gt;Christmas Song Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/topic/Twilight-Quizzes"&gt;Twilight Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/myspace-quizzes-surveys"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjgyODQ*MTQ1NjEmcHQ9MTIyODI4NDY5NTkwNSZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9dHdpbGlnaHQmZz*xJnQ9Jm89ZjFjNTcwZTJiNDFmNDQ1OGE5NDQyYzkwNDIyNjYyMzk=.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted before that I would take the test again after reading the book.  Here arae my results.  I think I like this better. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4680978214835370614?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4680978214835370614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4680978214835370614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4680978214835370614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4680978214835370614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-test-retaken.html' title='Twilight Test Retaken'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4325151962600199453</id><published>2008-12-02T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:41:12.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"If I Had My Life to Live Over"</title><content type='html'>I got these from my friend, Adjeng's, FB note. They struck me so I thought I would share them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - Nadine Stair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very interesting response from a lady in Louisville, KY when asked on her 93rd birthday what she would do differently if she had her life to live over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I had my life to live over, I would dare to make more mistakes next time.&lt;br /&gt;I would relax.&lt;br /&gt;I would limber up.&lt;br /&gt;I would be sillier than I’ve been this time.&lt;br /&gt;I would take fewer things seriously, and I would take more chances.&lt;br /&gt;I’d take more trips; I’d climb more mountains and swim more rivers.&lt;br /&gt;I would eat more ice cream, and fewer beans.&lt;br /&gt;I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, I am one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, but if I had it to do over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else -just moments - one after another instead of living so many years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute.&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I would stay that way later in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;I would go to more dances.&lt;br /&gt;I would ride more merry-go-rounds.&lt;br /&gt;I would pick more daisies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Stair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck&lt;br /&gt;(written after she found out she was dying from cancer)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have talked less and listened more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's". More "I'm sorry's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it and never give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with, and what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4325151962600199453?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4325151962600199453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4325151962600199453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4325151962600199453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4325151962600199453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over.html' title='&quot;If I Had My Life to Live Over&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5406672944193817878</id><published>2008-12-02T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:59:27.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was in elementary, I was made (along with the rest of my class) to memorize this poem for a year-end recital.  I liked the poem back then. I liked the cadence, the free-flowing form and uncomplicated words. I also liked its message. I thought I understood it then. And I think I did to a certain extent. But now, around 6 months shy of my 30th birthday, I think I truly understand what each and every line and verse is saying. I love this poem. I want to teach it to my kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fleurdelis.com/graphics/desiderata.gif" alt="Desiderata" width="231" border="0" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s --&lt;br /&gt;Not   "Found in Old St. Paul's Church"! -- see below&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,   &lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;As far as possible, without surrender,   &lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and   clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even to the dull and the ignorant;   &lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;br /&gt;they   are vexatious to the spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,   &lt;br /&gt;you may become vain or bitter,&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and   lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your   plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real   possession in the changing fortunes of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business   affairs,&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you   to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;br /&gt;and   everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not feign   affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love,&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all   aridity and disenchantment,&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,   &lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit   to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark   imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be   gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe&lt;br /&gt;no less than the   trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it   is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,   &lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever your labors and   aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life,&lt;br /&gt;keep peace in your soul.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken   dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be   happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fleurdelis.com/graphics/blue_bar.gif" width="540" height="4" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5406672944193817878?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5406672944193817878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5406672944193817878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5406672944193817878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5406672944193817878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1842426890697794418</id><published>2008-12-01T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:34:47.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>After Twilight</title><content type='html'>Ok, I get it now.  I finally read and finished the book.  In the beginning, I thought it was juvenile, a bit slow, and I was beginning to really dislike some characters.  I was having a hard time figuring out what the big deal was. Well, towards the middle of the book I got it.  Despite the teeny-bopper storyline, despite the one-track mindedness of it all, I enjoyed it. A lot actually. And what I enjoyed wasn't the characters so much or the story either. I enjoyed the emotions, the obsession, the intoxication of the love in the book.  When Edward Cullen said, "Your are the most important thing to me now. You are the most important thing to me ever",  I thought to myself, now THAT'S something I would kill to hear and feel and know.  48 hours after the end of the book and I am still thinking about it.  Sigh. I kinda want to look out my window now and have my own name to whisper, my own obsessed vampire to sing me to sleep. Sigh, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the movie sucked.  I hated the actors. I thought they were soo fake. I hated the make-up. It made everyone look ridiculous. If you can manage to make Peter Facinelli look ridiculous, you know you are not doing a good job at all. And the movie was like an MTV!  It had none of the substance of the chapters in the book. I know that movie versions of books rarely live up to the written versions so I shouldn't have been surprised...but I was. There have been really good movie adaptations lately, especially with the technology these days so it was just SINFUL that the movie makers did such a bad job with the Twilight movie. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to read the next books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*thanks Affie for the heads-up.  Serves me right for not proofreading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1842426890697794418?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1842426890697794418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1842426890697794418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1842426890697794418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1842426890697794418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-twilight.html' title='After Twilight'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-739176082465792218</id><published>2008-11-27T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:00:58.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Paolo Coelho said in his Plurk today : "You are not what you seem in moments of sadness. You are better than that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad night. This is a great way to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-739176082465792218?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/739176082465792218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=739176082465792218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/739176082465792218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/739176082465792218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5353555817543143388</id><published>2008-11-26T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:55:13.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>More Parenting Tips</title><content type='html'>Most of my friends know that I am on a never-ending quest for the most applicable techniques for my growing cuties.  I am certainly no expert so I utilize all the sources at my fingertips to get all the help possible.  Here are some new ones that I thought were worth a try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For disciplining: Instead of threatening (which can  soo easily happen, especially after a long, hard day, and when your kids are especially active), you can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="1" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="whiteOnMediumBlue"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want your child to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of this:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say this:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which is better because:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Go to bed and stay there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"If you get out of bed one more time, I'll scream."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"After I put you to bed, I expect you to stay there."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The expectation for the behavior is clear and unemotional.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eat her peas and carrots&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"You're going to sit at the table until you finish your peas."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"Remember — we won't have a snack before bed."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It reminds her that the kitchen's closed, but she can still choose whether or not to eat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brush her teeth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"No bedtime story if you don't brush your teeth."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"It's time for bed. What do you do first to get ready?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It lets her know it's time for her bedtime routine without being punitive.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Behave in the grocery store&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"Stop running now or no TV when we get home."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"Can you help me find the cereal you like?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It distracts from the negative behavior and offers a positive alternative.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ask without whining&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"If you whine once more, I'll take your sticker book away."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"I'd like to listen, but I can only understand your normal voice."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It lets her know you're interested in what she's saying, but won't accept the tone.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Clean up her room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"No dinner until your room is clean."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"I'd like you to pick up your toys and put them in your toy chest. Do you want to do that before or after dinner?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It makes your expectations clear, but also gives your preschooler a choice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stop tattling&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"I'm not taking a tattletale to the playground."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"It sounds like you're upset with your sister. You need to tell her why."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It helps your preschooler understand that kids have to work it out together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Be quiet in the car&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"If you scream one more time, we'll turn around and go home."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;"I'm having a hard time driving. I need to pull over until you're settled."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It lets your child know the effect, limits, and consequences of her behavior.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I read this becuase I can confidently say that I have successfully done 50% in this table. Yippee!  Snaps for moi everyone. Of course, these have only been tested on my son.  My daughter just turned 1 so I am seeing if all my tactics with my young man will work with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to avoid spoiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Set clear, simple limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way: If you leave no room for reinterpretation, you save yourself arguing later. Listen to the difference between "Oh okay, you can have a cookie..." (plenty of room for hope that a second one might be okay) and "You can have one cookie, but don't ask me for a second one. This is it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Stick to those limits no matter what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really means one. It's happened to all of us: We say no to more than one cookie, and then we start second-guessing ourselves. The trick here is to take a long-term view. Maybe a second cookie really &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; be okay just this once, but do you really want to be second-guessed every time you set a limit? That will happen if you change your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Never give in to begging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's simple — once you do, you've taught your child that begging works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Make your child convince you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wants something you're not sure about, ask her to make a case for it. She wants to watch a favorite TV show? If she explains that all her homework is done and she's practiced piano, you can feel comfortable saying yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Require that chores get done before fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't do your child any favors by being a softy. Studies show that being strict on chores and responsibilities helps him develop the ability to cope with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Don't be afraid to disappoint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hate to see our kids sad, but the Stones said it best: You can't always get what you want. And studies show that learning to accept disappointment will give your child important coping skills to deal with emotional stress later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Let them work for what they want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many experts believe that kids become spoiled when things come too easily, encouraging them to take those things for granted. If your child wants a new bike, set up a reward system for good behavior and let him earn it bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the points on this list and I think they are totally do-able.  The only one I see a problem with is number 3 and this is because it really is so hard to refuse when you have them looking at you with huge, pleading, puppy dog eyes accompanied by the most cajoling "please?" in the universe. Sigh. Yes, I see a problem with this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have tried, or want to try these out, gimme some feedback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Tips courtesy of &lt;a href="http://parentcenter.babycenter.com/"&gt;Baby Center&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5353555817543143388?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5353555817543143388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5353555817543143388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5353555817543143388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5353555817543143388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-parenting-tips.html' title='More Parenting Tips'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5806241293804697453</id><published>2008-11-26T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:18:04.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Transformation # 1</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to a CD a friend gave me months ago titled "101 Ways to Transform Your Life".  It's a bit like a self-help book but the audio version.  The voice of the narrator is low and deep, the background music is just a few piano notes here and there, so it is very relaxing. I've listened to this and re-listened to this countless times over the months and I've always found some of my tension easing. So I decided to do a series of posts about the sayings that I found most memorable.  Baby steps towards more positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the saying that hit me today was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shed your fault finding tendencies...Your life is the product of all the choices you have made up until now and no one else is to blame for anything that is going on in your life. Circumstances don't make a man, they reveal him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might not find this saying helpful because, at first glance, it kinda makes you feel like you're alone and pressured to get it just right. But it's the fact that you are in control, should be in control, and are therefore accountable for your actions appeals to me.  I think a person should take responsibility for his/her choices, regardless of the outcome.  And I also agree that the way a person handles this outcome, "reveals" the kind of person s/he is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So you should be careful, and think, and not just make spur-of-the-moment decisions- this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think this posting about sayings thing is a good idea. And to think, there are 101 of them!!  So much material for me to reflect on. I feel  better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5806241293804697453?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5806241293804697453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5806241293804697453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5806241293804697453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5806241293804697453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/transformation-1.html' title='Transformation # 1'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-7207562391137687821</id><published>2008-11-25T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:13:24.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I love Chicken!</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling anxious, restless, and uneasy about a lot of things lately and I don't want to post about it again because I'm beginning to hate reading what I've written. So for this post I am going to focus on one thing I love, love, love--- FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chicken. This is the easiest thing in the world to cook, it's very versatile, my kids and hubby love it, and it isn't too expensive. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I am not a true-blue cook, with a bajillion recipes, and the experience and knowledge to create something from scratch (Mai? hehe), I had to search for possible new recipes. And here are some I found that look promising:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.momswhothink.com/images/stories/homefood/chickenrice.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" width="210" border="0" height="209" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Chicken Rice Casserole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6 Tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces mushrooms, sliced (3 cups)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon dried rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups half and half or whole milk&lt;br /&gt;4 cups chopped cooked chicken&lt;br /&gt;3 cups cooked rice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dry bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon melted butter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Grease a 9x13 baking pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Melt butter in a large saucepan over medium heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Stir in the mushrooms and rosemary, cook until softened (about 5 min.). Stir in the flour until well blended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Slowly whisk in the chicken broth and the half and half or milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and cook until sauce is thickened and smooth (about 5 min.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Mix in the chicken and the cooked rice, combine well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Pour into prepared pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Mix together the bread crumbs, Parmesan cheese and 1 Tbsp. melted butter, stir well. Sprinkle on top of the chicken and rice mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Bake for 25-35 minutes, until the sauce is bubbling and the topping is golden brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.momswhothink.com/images/stories/homefood/chickenk.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" width="208" border="0" height="193" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Kiev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;8 Tbsp. butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. minced fresh parsley&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. minced fresh chives&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups dry bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;½ cup oil&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Pound chicken between wax paper until it is the same thickness through out the breast, about 1/4 inch. Season with salt and pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. In a small bowl, combine butter, lemon juice, 1 tablespoon of the parsley, chives, garlic, and a pinch each of salt and pepper. Cream together until well mixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Divide the mixture evenly between the four chicken breasts, spread in center of each one. Roll the chicken up tightly and secure with a toothpick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Place the flour in a shallow bowl. In a second shallow bowl, beat the egg with a fork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. In a third bowl, mix the bread crumbs with the other tablespoon of parsley, 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Dredge each chicken breast in the flour, then dip into the egg, and roll in the bread crumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Use tongs to place the chicken in the hot oil and fry until the bottom sides are brown (about 3-4 minutes). Turn and brown the other side of each chicken breast for 2-3 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Transfer chicken to a baking sheet and bake for 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.momswhothink.com/images/stories/homefood/chickenalfredo.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Chicken Alfredo - &lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:10;" &gt;Chicken Alfredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 pounds boneless chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;4 Tablespoons oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Parmesan cheese, grated&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 pound fettuccine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Heat oil in a 10 inch skillet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Cut chicken breast into small strips, add salt and pepper. Cook on medium heat until cooked through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. In a saucepan, melt the butter, then add the cream and Parmesan cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Cook over low heat, stirring constantly. Do not boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Mix chicken and Alfredo sauce together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 6. Cook fettuccine in 3 quarts boiling water. Drain, pour sauce and chicken over noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you all must have  noticed a trend. Yes, I love creamy stuff. I am not a big fan of very tomato-ey dishes. I do like herbs, spices, butter, and olive oil though so I am not stuck on just cream.  Now if only someone would tell me how to cut the proportions of these recipes in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recipes courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.momswhothink.com/"&gt;momswhothink.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-7207562391137687821?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7207562391137687821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=7207562391137687821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7207562391137687821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/7207562391137687821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-chicken.html' title='I love Chicken!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3249242560724513913</id><published>2008-11-24T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:22:39.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>I haven't explicitly stated this before (I think) but my biggest fear is the fear of failure.  Everything else stems from there. I don't know where this came from or how this began, but it is definitely there. And it is, now more than ever, standing in the way of things I KNOW are better for me.  I need to get over this somehow because the effect of this fear is paralysis and I can't not move. I have to act. I have to be strong. I have to be brave. I think I'm gonna be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3249242560724513913?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3249242560724513913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3249242560724513913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3249242560724513913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3249242560724513913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4734342176485714494</id><published>2008-11-24T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:20:18.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cupcake Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecupcaketest/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At parties, you tend to be a social butterfly. You enjoy making conversation and making sure everyone is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hardly have any restraint. You only hold yourself back when absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in your life is you, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back, flexible, and easy to get along with. To know you is to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecupcaketest/"&gt;The Cupcake Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong. But the cupcake is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4734342176485714494?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4734342176485714494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4734342176485714494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4734342176485714494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4734342176485714494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/cupcake-test.html' title='Cupcake Test'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-2386087289031569792</id><published>2008-11-24T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:49:33.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>10 Random Facts Tag</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://cazzapoeia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ceemee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I love tags!  Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write ten facts about themselves. You need to choose ten people to tag and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and also to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Random Facts/Habits about ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am not too fond of desserts but I love to bake- and I think I bake pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I cannot stand ugly hands and feet on men and women.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I need my coffee every weekday. For some reason, I don't feel the urge for it too much on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Saturday morning to late afternoon are 100% mommy and kids time.&lt;br /&gt;5.  If I didn't need to work, the other activity that would occupy a lot of my time would be going to the gym (and since I don't have time, I do not do this).&lt;br /&gt;6.  I love movies- except silly comedies and too artsy art films.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have kept some form of a diary every year since the 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have not given up on having that church wedding.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I need nights out once a week to stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Even when I thought I could do without this, my 'ME' time is still sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was easy:  I am tagging&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ree, Affie, Livi, Numi, Yanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Ack! I only have 5 people. Oh well, have fun ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-2386087289031569792?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2386087289031569792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=2386087289031569792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2386087289031569792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/2386087289031569792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-random-facts-tag.html' title='10 Random Facts Tag'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-6031211314106673999</id><published>2008-11-21T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:04:17.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Courage Again</title><content type='html'>Paolo Coelho in his Plurk said, "Courage is Fear that Prays". Wow.  I mean WOW.  That is impressive in the massive sense of the word.  I like to think I am brave. But I don't KNOW that I am. There are actually a handful of things that really scare me.  And when I am faced with those fears I... freeze. I don't think that's very brave. I also don't pray a lot. I am not religious, this I know. But I believe in God. I like to think I have my own spirituality, but again I don't KNOW that.  What Paolo Coelho said is making me seriously think (yeah, as if I've ever stopped doing this, huh?). Maybe I'm really just chickenshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-6031211314106673999?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6031211314106673999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=6031211314106673999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6031211314106673999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/6031211314106673999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/paolo-coelho-in-his-plurk-said-courage.html' title='Courage Again'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5276102116278305594</id><published>2008-11-19T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:11:31.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of the Affair</title><content type='html'>Many of my friends have had ping pong arguments about who to side with in the Brad-Jen-Angie old, old, old love triangle. A few days ago, Jennifer Aniston made some comments about the whole affair in a Vogue article and this caused talks about the three involved to resume. Now, I've been thinking deeply about why I have the opinions that I have, why they are similar to others, but more importantly whey they are different from others.  Here's what I've come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Brad Pitt definitely had a big role in the whole mess. He is definitely not blameless. My admiration of Mr. Pitt went from 100% to roughly 50% after the whole affair. But seeing as I am not directly involved in the situation (gee, duh), I tend to gravitate more towards the roles of the women in this situation. And this, I found, is the root of my animosity towards Angelina Jolie and what she now stands for, for me.  A friend of mine said, it wasn't her fault, the guy strayed, and the wife should be angrier at him for straying.  But Angelina is a woman and so I expected her to have a certain amount of sensitivity and respect for her fellow woman. I am not saying that all women act, think, feel, or are the same. Not at all, but coming from the same gender should at least assure the person of some kind of affinity and fraternity.  I am reluctant to say sisterhood but that is the best word I can think of at the moment. Regardless of whether or not they knew each other, the fact that they were both women should have been a consideration in the affair.  It's like being betrayed by a sister- someone who shares the same gender history, stereotypes, hormones, etc. And because loyalty is so important to me, this kind of betrayal is unforgivable.  So, as an outsider on the situation, Angelina Jolie does not stand for humanitarianism for me, she is not primarily an advocate for children (although her work is admirable).  She is a poacher for me first and foremost, without respect or consideration for other women in committed relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I explained this as clearly as I wanted to. Anyway, in the end, who cares about what I think about this matter, right?  I just had to get it off my chest, finally. Just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5276102116278305594?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5276102116278305594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5276102116278305594' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5276102116278305594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5276102116278305594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning-of-affair.html' title='The Beginning of the Affair'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-323261256261810462</id><published>2008-11-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:22:48.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Looks Boring...</title><content type='html'>...but read the text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatboardgameareyouquiz/chess.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant and shrewd. You can often predict what people will do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in complex situations. You deal with contradictions well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have many streams of though going on at your mind at once. You keep track of things well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very patient. You have lots of endurance, even when your energy dwindles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatboardgameareyouquiz/"&gt;What Board Game Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is more like it!  I ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-323261256261810462?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/323261256261810462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=323261256261810462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/323261256261810462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/323261256261810462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/looks-boring.html' title='Looks Boring...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4244704525236321790</id><published>2008-11-18T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:16:43.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>For Affie Also...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Bow Pose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyogaposeareyouquiz/bow.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an open hearted person. You seek connections and make them easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally generous - especially with your love and your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for thinking up interesting ideas. You are an inventor and a creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You approach everything in life with a relaxed attitude. You accept what you can't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyogaposeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Yoga Pose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one thing to say....WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4244704525236321790?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4244704525236321790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4244704525236321790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4244704525236321790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4244704525236321790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-affie-also.html' title='For Affie Also...'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-3918879063623036963</id><published>2008-11-18T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:31:32.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Baby Food Update # 4</title><content type='html'>OK, my daughter is now a 1 year old and so I can now introduce more complex dishes. To be honest, I did this before my son turned one partly because his teeth came out early and so I felt more confident about his chewing powers (although baby's gums are really hardy apparently so I shouldn't have worried) and partly because I didn't know any better.  With my daughter I was extra careful with textures and ingredients also because she is a lot more sensitive than my son, and thus more prone to allergic reactions.  But, I feel confident now that she can handle more and different types of food. In fact she had a small portion of fettuccine carbonara over the weekend and it didn't seem to harm her. Plus, she loved it.  So here are some dishes I am planning to introduce asap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEALS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fish and Veggie Parcel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12oz cod or other white fish&lt;br /&gt;4oz mozzarella, grated&lt;br /&gt;4tsp milk&lt;br /&gt;2 carrots, peeled and grated&lt;br /&gt;2 courgettes, grated&lt;br /&gt;pinch freshly ground black pepper (optional)&lt;br /&gt;few sprigs of dill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-heat the oven to 350 deg F, 180 deg C.&lt;br /&gt;Divide the fish into 4 equal pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Cut 4 pieces of tin foil and place one piece of fish on each.&lt;br /&gt;Add a little black pepper to each piece of fish.&lt;br /&gt;Divide the carrots and courgettes equally between each parcel.&lt;br /&gt;Do the same with the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Add 1tsp of milk to each parcel, plus a sprig of dill.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap and seal the parcels and place on a baking tray.&lt;br /&gt;Cook for 15 mins, then serve with mashed potatoes or brown rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Healthy Yogurt and Cottage Cheese Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4oz green noodles&lt;br /&gt;8oz plain yogurt&lt;br /&gt;4oz cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;2oz scallions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 garlic clove, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1tbsp dill weed&lt;br /&gt;2tsp fresh oregano, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook the noodles according to the directions on the pack. Drain and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Combine the remaining ingredients (except for the butter) and puree in a food processor.&lt;br /&gt;Warm through.&lt;br /&gt;Stir the butter into the noodles, then toss the noodles with the yogurt sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For finger food, I am thinking cheese sticks, peaches, and graham crackers. Oooh!  I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Baby food recipes courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.homemade-baby-food-recipes.com/index.html"&gt;Homemade Baby Food Recipes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-3918879063623036963?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3918879063623036963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=3918879063623036963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3918879063623036963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/3918879063623036963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-food-update-4.html' title='Baby Food Update # 4'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-4403501747276637968</id><published>2008-11-18T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:41:24.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>That Thing Called Debt</title><content type='html'>About a year and a half ago, I took out a pretty substantial salary loan.  My reasons back then were that I needed this amount to tide me over the 78 full days I was taking off for maternity leave.  I didn't take all 78 days with my first born. I just took 30 days in fact and I've always regretted it.  So I was preparing myself to do the opposite this time around.  And that loan did serve it's purpose somewhat.  It covered me the half month before I went on leave that I had to go part time and the other half month after the 78 days that I requested as an extension.  Yes, it served me well then.&lt;br /&gt;But today I live credit card free. This means all my transactions are strictly cash or debit card basis. And I find that I am surviving well enough. Ok, not better than before, but not worse either. The thing is, it's interest free and there is no accumulated debt.  The times when I have no more cash and I have a need, my hubby somehow finds a way. And, while this makes me feel guilty, it doensn't increase this guilt or decrease it. This guilt is already there and I think it would take an entirely different thing to ease or erase that. Anyway, I digress.  My point is, now that I see that it is entirely possible to survive (and I am referring to my situation only) with the cash I have, I regret getting that loan.  The amount I pay every month could go to savings.  I also know now that I can set aside that amount without too much pain.  Ah, hindsight really is 20/20.  I now have to find comfort in the fact that at least I am half way done paying off that loan.  Perhaps a miracle will happen that will enable me to pay off the balance sooner. Divine intervention please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-4403501747276637968?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4403501747276637968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=4403501747276637968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4403501747276637968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/4403501747276637968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-thing-called-debt.html' title='That Thing Called Debt'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8937725106887317990</id><published>2008-11-13T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:22:24.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Health Scare</title><content type='html'>I went through a gamut of emotions early this week when both my kids came down with illnesses.  The paranoid momma that I am went into full panic mode the afternoon of Monday, when my daughter broke out in a nondescript rash. This, combined with a weekend full of worry over her then-over spiking fever, still blooming cough and cold, and the cough that just wouldn't let my son go, was enough to send me running while screaming to the nearest hospital. So, doctor's office I went on Tuesday to be told that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my daughter had &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/infections/skin/roseola.html"&gt;Roseola Infantum&lt;/a&gt; (infant measles) and my son had mild &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/infections/common/bronchitis.html"&gt;Bronchitis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news was that my daughter's case was mild compared to most. In fact, she didn't develop rashes on her arms, legs, or face.  Thank goodness.  The good news for my son, too, was that his Bronchitis was mild and that there was only slight wheezing detected and only when there was exertion involved. I was relieved to finally understand why he couldn't seem to shake the cough but I felt really bad when I saw the meds he would have to take. Since he had had an attacke before, I was familiar with one medicine and I knew that he didn't like this medicine at all.  The one fear that lingers in my mind though is that this may be the start of a history of asthma.  Asthma is very strong in both mine and my hubby's family history so I am now creating a mental list of things to do to avoid this happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic and then some relief.  The change is drastic. Now I feel a headache coming on. Aaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8937725106887317990?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8937725106887317990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8937725106887317990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8937725106887317990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8937725106887317990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/health-scare.html' title='Health Scare'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-5268541503947293717</id><published>2008-11-12T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:58:26.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got this from Meg's blog.  It's a list of things you can't live without.  It looked like an activity worth spending some time and brain cells thinking over so I decided to try to make my own.  Here's my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Lack of loyalty is one of the major causes of failure in every walk of life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized over the years that this is a really important thing for me.  I think that a lot of mistakes in friendships, relationships, what have you spring from a certain lack of loyalty. I truly think that if you are loyal and steadfast in that loyalty, then a lot of difficult situations and questions can be overcome and answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and Affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't believe that if you have love, just love, than everything will work out and you can survive.  I think it is important, essential, to have love. But I believe this has to be expressed.  Unexpressed love becomes just an idea in someone's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be beautiful if you can, Wise if you want to... But be respected-that is essential."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna Gould&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's so easy to hurt someone.  A single word or phrase can break a heart.  And so much can be said especially in times of discord.  Life will always throw storms at you.  It doesn't seem to care if you think you can survive through these storms or not. Respect is the single thing that keeps you civil when you are in the middle of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Don't be yourself - be someone a little nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, I need to practice what I preach. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theodore Roosevelt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would not even dare to try to say that any better than Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was my attempt to make an Ultimate List.  Food for thought, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging &lt;a href="http://www.ruyandolivia.com/"&gt;Livi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dreamwalkersworld.com/"&gt;Numi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wickednesse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Affie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.maidapaypay.com/"&gt;Mai. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarification:You don't have to do the OC quotes format. You can just enumerate and elucidate using your own words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-5268541503947293717?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5268541503947293717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=5268541503947293717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5268541503947293717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/5268541503947293717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultimate-list.html' title='The Ultimate List'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-8333553690699375312</id><published>2008-11-07T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:14:43.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Isn't it obvious?</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some things that are so easy, so simple, so LOGICAL to us are so hard to comprehend by others.  This doesn't mean that I think I am the clearest person in the world or that I don't have my moments of ambiguity.  It's just hard. I am whining again, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, don' t they teach these subjects in school? Life lessons 101.  These would have been soooo helpful. And, looking at the world today, I think a lot of people need some...help. Shrinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-8333553690699375312?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8333553690699375312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=8333553690699375312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8333553690699375312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/8333553690699375312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/isnt-it-obvious.html' title='Isn&apos;t it obvious?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4789353902745833290.post-1474298999925657606</id><published>2008-11-06T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:46:18.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Four?</title><content type='html'>I think I know what it is!  I feel...INVISIBLE.  And not in the superpower way that we often wish for. In the annoying, beyond your control, not really explainable way. And I feel a little sheepish as I write this. I don't want to sound like I'm looking for attention. It really isn't about that. It's more trying to explain what I've been feeling this week.  I don't like it. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/13E88FB3C3FEA5BC15C603D68CBF5CAD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4789353902745833290-1474298999925657606?l=randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1474298999925657606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4789353902745833290&amp;postID=1474298999925657606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1474298999925657606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4789353902745833290/posts/default/1474298999925657606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrantsofastartermom.blogspot.com/2008/11/fantastic-four.html' title='Fantastic Four?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969025446998866306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks_eutB1eGE/TKlbDjKApeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jF9KU_dmsic/S220/vicki+resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
