<?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-18016245</id><updated>2011-12-03T11:28:12.453-07:00</updated><category term='canning'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='thriftiness'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Summertime'/><category term='Kster'/><category term='homemade goodness'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='wheat'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='Mster'/><category term='Lster'/><title type='text'>Squishy Burrito</title><subtitle type='html'>Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm. 

Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 3 children Mster, Lster and Kster.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>534</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-9126947930186347405</id><published>2011-12-03T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:28:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSters Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NjO6rkvUdQ/TtpqO_ljupI/AAAAAAAAExY/1brGZP7Gsh8/s1600/IMG_4454%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NjO6rkvUdQ/TtpqO_ljupI/AAAAAAAAExY/1brGZP7Gsh8/s320/IMG_4454%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&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/18016245-9126947930186347405?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/9126947930186347405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=9126947930186347405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9126947930186347405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9126947930186347405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/12/msters-christmas-wish.html' title='MSters Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NjO6rkvUdQ/TtpqO_ljupI/AAAAAAAAExY/1brGZP7Gsh8/s72-c/IMG_4454%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4667624816643825625</id><published>2011-11-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:08:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Prepared</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last 2 days running errands and being out of the house. I had planned on staying in today, maybe getting the house in order. My plan was to only get the kids to and from school but then just keeping a low profile at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from preschool my tire got a flat. So, on the bright side, I was already planning on spending a day at home and had no appointments or places I had to be, but, on the other side, good day or not, I have to shell out big bucks for new tires, an alignment and a fixed tire rod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4667624816643825625?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4667624816643825625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4667624816643825625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4667624816643825625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4667624816643825625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-be-prepared.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Prepared'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-9128718923685806445</id><published>2011-11-08T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:32:01.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><title type='text'>Using my beans</title><content type='html'>I'm making dinner tonight. Its been a rare occasion these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taco Soup (I got this from my neighbor and do not know the original source)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs ground beef (today I just used one lb of ground beef and 1 can of black beans)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans pinto beans (don't drain)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans stewed tomatos&lt;br /&gt;2 cans corn (drain)&lt;br /&gt;1 can rotel zesty tomatoes (I use a different brand name that has green chiles in it)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg hidden valley ranch dressing&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dump it all into a crockpot for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serve with sourcream and shredded cheese and chips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-9128718923685806445?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/9128718923685806445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=9128718923685806445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9128718923685806445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9128718923685806445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/11/using-my-beans.html' title='Using my beans'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-7473485764286537878</id><published>2011-10-26T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:52:58.507-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lster'/><title type='text'>Its NOT a Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Super Hero Training Camp starts with a boy who is going to have a 5th birthday party and loves superheros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Invitations were homemade (by Lster) and told the guests that Lster thought they would be awesome superheros and should come to his superhero training camp to better their skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When superhero trainees arrived they were checked at the door to make sure no unauthorized superheros entered. They were then directed to the table to color some pictures while we waited for everyone to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5tuyY3pUQ/TpBVbo1rCMI/AAAAAAAAEoo/ncHX-hCa0d8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5tuyY3pUQ/TpBVbo1rCMI/AAAAAAAAEoo/ncHX-hCa0d8/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once we had all the guests we gathered in the living room to learn a bit about our training camp. Here guests got their masks, capes and an intro to our training activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1st Activity: An obstacle course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2nd Activity: Save the Baby - I had Mster and her friend call me on my cell phone. I put it on speaker and they told the trainees that they had kidnapped a baby and if the superheros didn't find it, they wouldn't be real super heros. (this was a hit so we hid the baby more than once)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3rd Activity: Once we had sufficiently caught the babies and had captured the villains we had to tie them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12ysT7gslw0/TpBVm8iQeUI/AAAAAAAAEos/QQGS5QnjJyE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12ysT7gslw0/TpBVm8iQeUI/AAAAAAAAEos/QQGS5QnjJyE/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4th Activity - Evading Kryptonite (hot potato with glow sticks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it was time for Cake and Presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made a super lame cake that all the kids thought was super awesome. It just goes to show that it doesn't take much to impress 5 yr olds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAqR2lRsu5U/TpBVyPTfUMI/AAAAAAAAEow/hD7ckdIX3hc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAqR2lRsu5U/TpBVyPTfUMI/AAAAAAAAEow/hD7ckdIX3hc/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we had an awards ceremony. During presents time I had my helpers come up with something great that each trainee had done and so we called everybody up by name and gave them a medal (sugar cookie) and told them something special they did.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzeAFQjNVYM/TpBV97ClK9I/AAAAAAAAEo0/-8j5G2Mtjw4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzeAFQjNVYM/TpBV97ClK9I/AAAAAAAAEo0/-8j5G2Mtjw4/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eWEVucupWI/TpBWJvRALiI/AAAAAAAAEo4/F0ircl7KXcI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eWEVucupWI/TpBWJvRALiI/AAAAAAAAEo4/F0ircl7KXcI/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With 15 minutes left (of a 2 hr party), I sent the kids to the&amp;nbsp;basement to&amp;nbsp;pretend play with their capes and masks. I&amp;nbsp;also gave everyone&amp;nbsp;their own glow sticks. (mama was tired)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Party was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRR_xRLUIT4/TpBWVeSbAeI/AAAAAAAAEo8/sk-VlN6auGQ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRR_xRLUIT4/TpBWVeSbAeI/AAAAAAAAEo8/sk-VlN6auGQ/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿After the party, capes and masks were worn for most of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4982491931163735217?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4982491931163735217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4982491931163735217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4982491931163735217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4982491931163735217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-host-super-hero-training-camp.html' title='How to host a Super Hero Training Camp'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5tuyY3pUQ/TpBVbo1rCMI/AAAAAAAAEoo/ncHX-hCa0d8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2497902096841929363</id><published>2011-10-04T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:53:46.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cster had a birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cster does not like cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cster likes ice cream, specifically Ben and Jerry's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cster likes pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I make Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aJZbee-Bg8/TouadkNjidI/AAAAAAAAElo/AuJTG_Lj2JQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aJZbee-Bg8/TouadkNjidI/AAAAAAAAElo/AuJTG_Lj2JQ/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Graham Cracker Crust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Jerry's Peach Cobbler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Jerry's Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haagen Daas Raspberry White Chocolate Truffle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_up2fEpP6iw/TouaquwtvcI/AAAAAAAAEls/ITgt4aNYVuU/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_up2fEpP6iw/TouaquwtvcI/AAAAAAAAEls/ITgt4aNYVuU/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oreo Cookie Crust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben and Jerry's Phish Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben and Jerry's ﻿Milk and Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Macadamia Nut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2497902096841929363?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2497902096841929363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2497902096841929363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2497902096841929363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2497902096841929363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-cster.html' title='Happy Birthday Cster'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aJZbee-Bg8/TouadkNjidI/AAAAAAAAElo/AuJTG_Lj2JQ/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-147695554142927707</id><published>2011-09-21T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:26:41.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dorky Kids</title><content type='html'>They really really like to pull their pants up high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niWJ-aZNX8U/TnoqtffOTSI/AAAAAAAAElc/R1WzX-iVK2s/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niWJ-aZNX8U/TnoqtffOTSI/AAAAAAAAElc/R1WzX-iVK2s/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBNwbT-JJf4/Tnoq6ANaJtI/AAAAAAAAElg/IogRD2jHiDk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBNwbT-JJf4/Tnoq6ANaJtI/AAAAAAAAElg/IogRD2jHiDk/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18016245-147695554142927707?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/147695554142927707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=147695554142927707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/147695554142927707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/147695554142927707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dorky-kids.html' title='My Dorky Kids'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niWJ-aZNX8U/TnoqtffOTSI/AAAAAAAAElc/R1WzX-iVK2s/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4532911316376413400</id><published>2011-09-10T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:54:05.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Mster's teacher because...</title><content type='html'>she has "read aloud/snack time" for her students. Sometime in the morning she reads to them while they eat their morning snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like this setup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The teacher is reading a story to the class. &lt;br /&gt;2. The kids&amp;nbsp;can focus on playing, running around, and releasing stress and energy during their recess instead of eating their snack while running or eating their snack and then getting 5 minutes to actually play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4532911316376413400?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4532911316376413400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4532911316376413400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4532911316376413400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4532911316376413400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-like-msters-teacher-because.html' title='I like Mster&apos;s teacher because...'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1919817730074440022</id><published>2011-09-01T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:36:52.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you beans, can them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02z4G8DmTMc/TmBbIYWv73I/AAAAAAAAElE/DidYz-k_AbA/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02z4G8DmTMc/TmBbIYWv73I/AAAAAAAAElE/DidYz-k_AbA/s320/012.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pinto beans worked so well for our meal on Monday that I decided to also do black beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1919817730074440022?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1919817730074440022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1919817730074440022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1919817730074440022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1919817730074440022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-life-gives-you-beans-can-them.html' title='When life gives you beans, can them.'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02z4G8DmTMc/TmBbIYWv73I/AAAAAAAAElE/DidYz-k_AbA/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8041973681046248898</id><published>2011-08-23T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:36:07.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriftiness'/><title type='text'>Jambalaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been on a little bit of a canning kick. I'm on a mission to build up some food supply that's easy to prepare.&amp;nbsp; Cster makes a pretty mean jambalaya so a few saturdays ago we decided to attempt jambalaya. We weren't sure exactly the best way to accomplish this feat. But Cster had some good ideas. He made the jambalaya without cooking everything all the way through and he didn't add the rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b40qmQM_tdo/TlPM5gZ4S1I/AAAAAAAAEk4/ar1VeazDu4w/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I canned the jambalaya "soup".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuJEe1o2pGc/TlPNFwNoCiI/AAAAAAAAEk8/gJpkvb10Db8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuJEe1o2pGc/TlPNFwNoCiI/AAAAAAAAEk8/gJpkvb10Db8/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My neighbour took one look at the jar, raised her eyebrows and said, "you have not sold me yet." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Sunday, I hadn't really made any plans for dinner. Everybody had been gone all day Saturday and there wasn't a super abundance of food to make dinner. Nor was anything taken out of the freezer. I thought this would be a great day to try out the jambalaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cster opened the jar and dumped it in the pot. He added the appropriate amount of rice. (It will be different for every jar because the liquid is not equally distributed). As soon as the rice was cooked, we ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZtCzql9Ezk/TlPMs1RssqI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Z0W0Rfgad4g/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZtCzql9Ezk/TlPMs1RssqI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Z0W0Rfgad4g/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b40qmQM_tdo/TlPM5gZ4S1I/AAAAAAAAEk4/ar1VeazDu4w/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The result...IT WORKED!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The dish was not as good as freshly made jambalaya but it still tasted great. Really great. So for conveniance food, it was PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Will we make jambalaya fresh again? Of course. But for those moments when we don't have a dinner plan, we don't have to do take out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8041973681046248898?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8041973681046248898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8041973681046248898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8041973681046248898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8041973681046248898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/08/jambalaya.html' title='Jambalaya'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuJEe1o2pGc/TlPNFwNoCiI/AAAAAAAAEk8/gJpkvb10Db8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4587461943837057431</id><published>2011-08-21T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:05:39.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>What did you do yesterday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKteJ0lW0kI/TlFpyay2C9I/AAAAAAAAEiw/2NQ_zBZgfUk/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I participated in the &lt;a href="http://www.warriordash.com/register2011_rockies.php"&gt;WarriorDash.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Its a 3 mile race over 10 obstacles, one of them being a big mut pit with 3 barbed wire lines about 1.5 feet up and across so you have to climb under them (in the mud) to get through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yQp8hrFqFU/TlFpKfkI1cI/AAAAAAAAEik/RJyoPBcmUsQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yQp8hrFqFU/TlFpKfkI1cI/AAAAAAAAEik/RJyoPBcmUsQ/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our before picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a07Lgs6HqoI/TlFpWoBmI8I/AAAAAAAAEio/Eg8kn-jJ7Fc/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a07Lgs6HqoI/TlFpWoBmI8I/AAAAAAAAEio/Eg8kn-jJ7Fc/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the warrior hats we got with our race packages (along with an "I survived the warrior dash" tshirt) Mster is now wearing it and announcing that she is a Warrior while marching around the house giving orders to her younger siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sn-vTF1oSY/TlFplvRFVdI/AAAAAAAAEis/sJrUi4MZh4w/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sn-vTF1oSY/TlFplvRFVdI/AAAAAAAAEis/sJrUi4MZh4w/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is us after the race. We finished the race. We did all the obstacles and we survived. I was unsure at one point when I found myself hyperventalating at the top of an obstacle for sure that I was not going to make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We wished we had pictures of all the obstacles but as you can see cameras wouldn't have quite made it through the course alive. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 1: running through swinging tires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 2: jumping (climbing) over hurdle walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 3: climbing up a steep wall with foot holes (The guy at the bottom told us there were margaritas at the top, which as you can imagine was highly motivating. :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 4: The mud pit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgCzi_sd9lQ/TlFqANMR-LI/AAAAAAAAEi0/KHQ2FhqBJX4/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgCzi_sd9lQ/TlFqANMR-LI/AAAAAAAAEi0/KHQ2FhqBJX4/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the beginning of the pit, where you jump in. If you just jump in, you get booed by spectators. They want belly dives. They love front flips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui8-pyATwmw/TlFqM9kl_eI/AAAAAAAAEi4/XsUo28eaCuo/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui8-pyATwmw/TlFqM9kl_eI/AAAAAAAAEi4/XsUo28eaCuo/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can imagine, this guy got booed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--viXK2Nf8QI/TlFqZi41I0I/AAAAAAAAEi8/2-4aPkwu6QM/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--viXK2Nf8QI/TlFqZi41I0I/AAAAAAAAEi8/2-4aPkwu6QM/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then you climb under 3 barbed wires. And then, it is near impossible to run as you have to go uphill, on a muddy slope, covered in mud yourself. We were just happy not to fall down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is where my memory is a little hazy so the obstacles might not be in the right order and hopefully I remember them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 5: climbing under a wooden structure covered with a tarp. So, its dark, and you have to crawl on the ground. (But really you can sort of bend over and make it if you aren't super tall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 6: Tightrope Walk. They had a balance beam that sloped up and down and up and down that you had to walk across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 7: Climb up a huge structure and climb, fall down the other side. You climb up one side that has beams of 2X4's spread&amp;nbsp; pretty far apart. Then on the other side they are spread apart until part way down when it is just a sheet of metal that you sort of shimmy down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 8: Rope climb. They have a slanted obstacle with rope. You grab onto the rope and use it to climb to the top. Somehow you get yourself over to the other side, and use the spaced out 2X4's to get down. (When I say spaced out, I mean very spaced out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 9: Chained rope. Climb up rope and then cross a bunch of chained rope sections. We heard a guy tell use to log roll across, so we did. I have a nice rope burn welt on my knee. But I still think it was the best way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obstacle 10: Jump through fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finish Race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end you are head to toe muddy. Luckily they have some showers you can try and scrape the mud off of you with and luckily this year the water was tepid/warm (we heard last year they pumped the water from the 45degree river). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujCeqTeu4tI/TlFxddKsHjI/AAAAAAAAEjE/Z62dy8L_tpw/s1600/Shoe+Pit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujCeqTeu4tI/TlFxddKsHjI/AAAAAAAAEjE/Z62dy8L_tpw/s1600/Shoe+Pit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those people feeling generous, and not in the mood to clean their shoes, they collect shoes for third world countries. (I had to laugh when they kept announcing that they would powerwash them before shipping them off to needy families.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKteJ0lW0kI/TlFpyay2C9I/AAAAAAAAEiw/2NQ_zBZgfUk/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKteJ0lW0kI/TlFpyay2C9I/AAAAAAAAEiw/2NQ_zBZgfUk/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are feeling extra warriorish. What a FUN DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4587461943837057431?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4587461943837057431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4587461943837057431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4587461943837057431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4587461943837057431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-did-you-do-yesterday.html' title='What did you do yesterday?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yQp8hrFqFU/TlFpKfkI1cI/AAAAAAAAEik/RJyoPBcmUsQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-7049770027597484912</id><published>2011-08-18T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:22:37.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriftiness'/><title type='text'>Tortilla Chips and Leftovers</title><content type='html'>We've been eating fish tacos lately which use corn tortillas and we can never use the entire package before they go bad. We finally found the solution and now I'm kicking myself that we didn't think of it sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First take your corn tortillas (I'm sure you could use flour but we go through those like hotcakes). Make a solution of 1 part oil and 3 parts lime juice and salt (how much is your preference.) Either spritz or "paint" on both sides of tortilla. Use a pizze cutter to cut the tortillas in 8 wedges. Place tortilla wedges in one layer on a cookie sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWtUcEqlqGk/Tk0fIKe1oTI/AAAAAAAAEiY/RnqxVyinbeg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWtUcEqlqGk/Tk0fIKe1oTI/AAAAAAAAEiY/RnqxVyinbeg/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Bake at 350 for 7 minutes and then flip over and bake for another 8 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LENwL6SRIGg/Tk0fV-ixZEI/AAAAAAAAEic/sg4kbvoklVA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LENwL6SRIGg/Tk0fV-ixZEI/AAAAAAAAEic/sg4kbvoklVA/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy and wonder why you never did this sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-7049770027597484912?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/7049770027597484912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=7049770027597484912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7049770027597484912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7049770027597484912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/08/tortilla-chips-and-leftovers.html' title='Tortilla Chips and Leftovers'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWtUcEqlqGk/Tk0fIKe1oTI/AAAAAAAAEiY/RnqxVyinbeg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-9039770827636780521</id><published>2011-08-18T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:10:51.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E9d-iOllrg/Tk0dAexG60I/AAAAAAAAEiM/ZcCbcU-T3b4/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E9d-iOllrg/Tk0dAexG60I/AAAAAAAAEiM/ZcCbcU-T3b4/s320/039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO4jgODDU5o/Tk0dYEplyHI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/7btLHyKBGkQ/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO4jgODDU5o/Tk0dYEplyHI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/7btLHyKBGkQ/s320/020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&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/18016245-9039770827636780521?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/9039770827636780521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=9039770827636780521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9039770827636780521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9039770827636780521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E9d-iOllrg/Tk0dAexG60I/AAAAAAAAEiM/ZcCbcU-T3b4/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2285097275780222296</id><published>2011-08-10T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:49:48.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside Influences</title><content type='html'>Today my kids saw a clip from Jersey Shore while I was at the Pharmacy. They had Regis and Kelly interviewing one of the cast members and they turned to a clip of some crazy antics. Lovely. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2285097275780222296?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2285097275780222296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2285097275780222296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2285097275780222296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2285097275780222296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/08/outside-influences.html' title='Outside Influences'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-327164108711957288</id><published>2011-07-31T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:11:27.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mster'/><title type='text'>Mster's future as a literary critic</title><content type='html'>Mster has turned into the little reader this summer. We decided this week to give her a shelfari account to start tracking her books. Then, I realized that she needed an amazon account since they are now partners or connected or something. I'm not ready for my 7 yr old to have her own amazon account (even it just sits there stagnant), so I set her up on goodreads instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've started putting her books in and I've explained the star system to her and so when she tells me what book she has to give me a rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just told me her last book. I asked her how many starts. She said. "5. no 2. no 4, yeah 4."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-327164108711957288?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/327164108711957288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=327164108711957288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/327164108711957288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/327164108711957288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/07/msters-future-as-literary-critic.html' title='Mster&apos;s future as a literary critic'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1172276923496563415</id><published>2011-07-17T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:32:52.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple in France</title><content type='html'>Not sure if some of you have already heard that they church has submitted plans to build a temple near Versailles. Its not confirmed yet. The church has just put proposals in for some land, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/52199843-78/temple-lds-france-church.html.csp"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/52199843-78/temple-lds-france-church.html.csp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1172276923496563415?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1172276923496563415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1172276923496563415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1172276923496563415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1172276923496563415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/07/temple-in-france.html' title='Temple in France'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-107447602175282032</id><published>2011-07-03T19:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:36:27.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Spinning</title><content type='html'>For my birthday my family decided to entertain me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4si8T1Lg4hY?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/045QHWetkik?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tzoje6a5xlU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-107447602175282032?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/107447602175282032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=107447602175282032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/107447602175282032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/107447602175282032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-spinning.html' title='Birthday Spinning'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4si8T1Lg4hY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2974525886973030597</id><published>2011-06-22T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:35:02.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><title type='text'>Ricotta Cheese in Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After my yogurt success, I decided to try my hand at making cheese. And so,&amp;nbsp;a few weeks ago I made some ricotta cheese with a friend of mine. I was thinking pasta and she was thinking dessert. Turned out she used her half in&amp;nbsp;pasta and I found &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/ricotta-cookies-iii/detail.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; delectable recipe to make a dessert. The result...delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SK53G_wXAs0/TgKZ8jwj5dI/AAAAAAAAEgU/foCLcL8PEUY/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SK53G_wXAs0/TgKZ8jwj5dI/AAAAAAAAEgU/foCLcL8PEUY/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was told by more than one person that they tasted like donuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the recipe for the cookies but halved the glaze, omitting the shortening and adding way more lemon (extract and real juice) than asked for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2974525886973030597?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2974525886973030597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2974525886973030597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2974525886973030597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2974525886973030597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/ricotta-cheese-in-cookies.html' title='Ricotta Cheese in Cookies'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SK53G_wXAs0/TgKZ8jwj5dI/AAAAAAAAEgU/foCLcL8PEUY/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-37635236828127755</id><published>2011-06-20T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:50:11.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lster'/><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today, when the sun isn't shining, the wind is gusting and the rain comes off and on, I bring you summer fun from last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTHenmMN8no/Tf-U5cVY6aI/AAAAAAAAEf4/sHZRnBg8Dj4/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTHenmMN8no/Tf-U5cVY6aI/AAAAAAAAEf4/sHZRnBg8Dj4/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids love their water pistols.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOS_rXXYe4I/Tf-VFhX9BxI/AAAAAAAAEf8/qAjmCEOHgu4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOS_rXXYe4I/Tf-VFhX9BxI/AAAAAAAAEf8/qAjmCEOHgu4/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprized how much he loved the sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeveF5VCLeE/Tf-VSI_yzrI/AAAAAAAAEgA/-16IHGjiZcQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeveF5VCLeE/Tf-VSI_yzrI/AAAAAAAAEgA/-16IHGjiZcQ/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goggles are a must in a water fight with the neighborhood kids.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_xDcdgZ9Uo/Tf-VeQmOOHI/AAAAAAAAEgE/0Rdt2BV15lg/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_xDcdgZ9Uo/Tf-VeQmOOHI/AAAAAAAAEgE/0Rdt2BV15lg/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-37635236828127755?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/37635236828127755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=37635236828127755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/37635236828127755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/37635236828127755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTHenmMN8no/Tf-U5cVY6aI/AAAAAAAAEf4/sHZRnBg8Dj4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2927947536593146222</id><published>2011-06-14T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:16:28.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriftiness'/><title type='text'>Leftovers and What's on Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyx1YUtXdfk/TfghNIQsKTI/AAAAAAAAEfs/RBOYyQfiKoY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyx1YUtXdfk/TfghNIQsKTI/AAAAAAAAEfs/RBOYyQfiKoY/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plate of leftovers is to just prove that you can make yummy, healthy food, on a budget. Everything on this plate I purchased on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lettuce (green leaf lettuce) - $.49 a bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Peach Salsa - This was my last minute concoction tonight when at 4:55pm I realized I had no side prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches - $.69/lb&lt;br /&gt;roma tomatoes/tomatillos/jalapenos - all roughly $.50/lb&lt;br /&gt;green onions - $.50/bunch&lt;br /&gt;lime - $.06each&lt;br /&gt;avocado - $.33each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicken - I got an amazing deal on chicken a few weeks ago and marinated it, then grilled a ton of it on Monday to use as dinner and then leftovers during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...grilled chicken, with peach salsa, salad, all made with leftovers and all made with grocery items (that were not processed) that I got on sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2927947536593146222?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2927947536593146222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2927947536593146222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2927947536593146222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2927947536593146222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/leftovers-and-whats-on-sale.html' title='Leftovers and What&apos;s on Sale'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyx1YUtXdfk/TfghNIQsKTI/AAAAAAAAEfs/RBOYyQfiKoY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6181506038578422506</id><published>2011-06-12T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:43:05.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mster lost another tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl2C4_wHjmg/TfQgNetvExI/AAAAAAAAEe4/whWlXkWBofI/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl2C4_wHjmg/TfQgNetvExI/AAAAAAAAEe4/whWlXkWBofI/s320/005.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After many poses to get the perfect shot, Kster decided it was his turn for a picture and posed.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6lCKYt15fk/TfQgZGjJ_BI/AAAAAAAAEe8/KXDozOxVyzI/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6lCKYt15fk/TfQgZGjJ_BI/AAAAAAAAEe8/KXDozOxVyzI/s320/006.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&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/18016245-6181506038578422506?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6181506038578422506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6181506038578422506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6181506038578422506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6181506038578422506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/mster-lost-another-tooth.html' title=''/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl2C4_wHjmg/TfQgNetvExI/AAAAAAAAEe4/whWlXkWBofI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6632037060326973648</id><published>2011-06-10T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:35:42.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I can...</title><content type='html'>After my excited from making yogurt died down, (who am I kidding, I'm still very excited) I decided to try making cheese. A friend and I embarked on this new journey together and within an hour or so...RICOTTA CHEESE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm making bread with the leftover whey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things that I now deem "fun". :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6632037060326973648?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6632037060326973648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6632037060326973648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6632037060326973648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6632037060326973648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-i-can.html' title='Because I can...'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1838758220544989307</id><published>2011-06-06T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:19:58.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wanted it EVEN shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq3Le49BNqI/Te02QQKwyzI/AAAAAAAAEes/rBPtYjVsiuk/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq3Le49BNqI/Te02QQKwyzI/AAAAAAAAEes/rBPtYjVsiuk/s320/005.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&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/18016245-1838758220544989307?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1838758220544989307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1838758220544989307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1838758220544989307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1838758220544989307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-hair-cut.html' title='Summer Hair Cut'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq3Le49BNqI/Te02QQKwyzI/AAAAAAAAEes/rBPtYjVsiuk/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8829122379461133289</id><published>2011-06-03T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:54:05.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Taking Us to the Zoo Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ucbIiUM5rM/Tem6CK_9cFI/AAAAAAAAEd4/-voK8J2YYWg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ucbIiUM5rM/Tem6CK_9cFI/AAAAAAAAEd4/-voK8J2YYWg/s320/001.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLjgHIpB6oI/TeljIcQeqLI/AAAAAAAAEds/TdkuGSoWsbg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLjgHIpB6oI/TeljIcQeqLI/AAAAAAAAEds/TdkuGSoWsbg/s320/002.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wind machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_avMqDANB8E/TeljU1FP1UI/AAAAAAAAEdw/SZMfhKBkG_M/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_avMqDANB8E/TeljU1FP1UI/AAAAAAAAEdw/SZMfhKBkG_M/s320/003.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love happy, smiling kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WzQKZTbaNw/TelgcFVq6tI/AAAAAAAAEc8/nNFziodidUw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WzQKZTbaNw/TelgcFVq6tI/AAAAAAAAEc8/nNFziodidUw/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were so brave. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2DM2heFVLo/Telgo0ViBZI/AAAAAAAAEdA/W5eY904qdr4/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2DM2heFVLo/Telgo0ViBZI/AAAAAAAAEdA/W5eY904qdr4/s320/005.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3VRk53u5Bo/Telg1Movc7I/AAAAAAAAEdE/mGR7Kjb3aWk/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3VRk53u5Bo/Telg1Movc7I/AAAAAAAAEdE/mGR7Kjb3aWk/s320/006.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pet a Wallaby, get a free ticket to the train. Yes, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTnLWyYpMGQ/TelhAXmTyyI/AAAAAAAAEdI/oF4NxIVbhgg/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTnLWyYpMGQ/TelhAXmTyyI/AAAAAAAAEdI/oF4NxIVbhgg/s320/011.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2dp9SwD-86s/TelhLbhnBNI/AAAAAAAAEdM/vjogezT_mls/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2dp9SwD-86s/TelhLbhnBNI/AAAAAAAAEdM/vjogezT_mls/s320/014.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSXJwIk-7jY/TelhXk7Lb2I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/U1KywoX1qGo/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSXJwIk-7jY/TelhXk7Lb2I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/U1KywoX1qGo/s320/016.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYtn8rV_-qM/Telhkfh80iI/AAAAAAAAEdU/8cPKaPPR5Uo/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYtn8rV_-qM/Telhkfh80iI/AAAAAAAAEdU/8cPKaPPR5Uo/s320/018.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqvC-HSZtTM/Telhwr0FXlI/AAAAAAAAEdY/hyKv9uxdKrk/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqvC-HSZtTM/Telhwr0FXlI/AAAAAAAAEdY/hyKv9uxdKrk/s320/019.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe he wanted his face painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJR4hKSDsPk/Telh8wttIoI/AAAAAAAAEdc/sKFTIkvu5oU/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJR4hKSDsPk/Telh8wttIoI/AAAAAAAAEdc/sKFTIkvu5oU/s320/021.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Such a great group of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XsIY-pa0TI/TeliJ4zYfZI/AAAAAAAAEdg/RumEHMGB3n8/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XsIY-pa0TI/TeliJ4zYfZI/AAAAAAAAEdg/RumEHMGB3n8/s320/023.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor guy. He's ready to be BIG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh53q5gtJxk/TeliVVxtyZI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fSv7SV6Lrl0/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh53q5gtJxk/TeliVVxtyZI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fSv7SV6Lrl0/s320/024.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The zoo tired me out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(note the missing shoe. This kid takes off his shoes the moment he gets in his car seat. And even in his sleep, this kid took off his shoe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8829122379461133289?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8829122379461133289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8829122379461133289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8829122379461133289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8829122379461133289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/mamas-taking-us-to-zoo-tomorrow.html' title='Mama&apos;s Taking Us to the Zoo Tomorrow'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ucbIiUM5rM/Tem6CK_9cFI/AAAAAAAAEd4/-voK8J2YYWg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6130217161078075117</id><published>2011-06-03T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:20:34.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Yogurt</title><content type='html'>After our &lt;a href="http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-firsts.html"&gt;green chile experiment&lt;/a&gt;, I've been pouring over canning books lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids LOVE yogurt and, if I let them, would eat it for every meal. But I have to set limits. Just like I have to set limits for berries (which they eat like candy). So, I decided to try homemade yogurt. After researching the process extensively, I made the final decision when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I found a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Canning-New-Generation-Flavors-Modern/dp/1584798645/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1307139107&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; for homemade frozen lime yogurt that looked amazing and&amp;nbsp;that used the homemade yogurt recipe also found in the book.&lt;br /&gt;b) When I was out shopping with a friend we happened to come across a candy thermometer on clearance for $2. It was definately a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so last night I took the plunge of fermenting dairy.&amp;nbsp;Preparing the yogurt&amp;nbsp;took less than 20 minutes (and will take even less time next time as I know what I'm doing. While I was sleeping the magic began and this morning I woke up to 2 jars of yogurt. Real yogurt!! So easy and it tastes...like yogurt! Can you gather that I'm still slightly shocked that it worked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&amp;nbsp;now I'm just waiting for my cheese cloth to arrive in the mail to make my frozen yogurt. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9CLeJ3mly4/TeldZsTJEwI/AAAAAAAAEco/N4PIauR3C_Q/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9CLeJ3mly4/TeldZsTJEwI/AAAAAAAAEco/N4PIauR3C_Q/s320/025.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&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/18016245-6130217161078075117?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6130217161078075117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6130217161078075117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6130217161078075117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6130217161078075117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/06/homemade-yogurt.html' title='Homemade Yogurt'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9CLeJ3mly4/TeldZsTJEwI/AAAAAAAAEco/N4PIauR3C_Q/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8016782787400035459</id><published>2011-05-31T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:15:44.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily 5</title><content type='html'>A while ago I read about &lt;a href="http://www.daringyoungmom.com/2011/05/12/learning-can-be-fun/"&gt;The Daily Five&lt;/a&gt; on my friend's blog and the kids are obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Mster, Lster, and myself notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pick a category and they have to write 5 things that are in that category. Points are awarded to the items that are not picked by other players (ala Scattergories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids wake up and beg to play. The trick is that I only let them do one a day so its really special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8016782787400035459?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8016782787400035459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8016782787400035459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8016782787400035459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8016782787400035459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/daily-5.html' title='The Daily 5'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4656955931567625881</id><published>2011-05-30T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:22:50.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On my list of blessings I've received since meeting my husband I can now add, knowledge of fish tacos and actual consumption of fish tacos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Monday we had some Tilapia that needed eating and my husband came up with this delicious dinner out of the ingrediants in the fridge. It was so good, we made it again for dinner last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl7U3uyh5GA/TeQICkVTZNI/AAAAAAAAEcc/aCAfHKjVy64/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl7U3uyh5GA/TeQICkVTZNI/AAAAAAAAEcc/aCAfHKjVy64/s320/039.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with&amp;nbsp;putting your corn tortillas on a&amp;nbsp;broiler pan. Add beans and cheese and place another corn tortilla on top. (we only had chedder) Put in the oven until beans are heated up and cheese is melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook fish in skillet (all my husbands doing). He's the master of opening our spice pantry and making a rub for any meat we are eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PART! MY PART! I even got to participate in the culinary creation. I was in charge of the salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6lFax3FeYg/TeQIQQBlezI/AAAAAAAAEcg/bthm8wmplXQ/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6lFax3FeYg/TeQIQQBlezI/AAAAAAAAEcg/bthm8wmplXQ/s320/044.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was a corn salsa. Last night we substituted mango for the corn and thought it was even better. Added just the sweetness we needed. Pretty much what you see, is what you get in this salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can always squeeze a little lime juice over the whole taco once its prepared. This taco has a little &lt;a href="http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-firsts.html"&gt;green chile&lt;/a&gt; on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4656955931567625881?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4656955931567625881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4656955931567625881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4656955931567625881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4656955931567625881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/fish-tacos.html' title='Fish Tacos'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl7U3uyh5GA/TeQICkVTZNI/AAAAAAAAEcc/aCAfHKjVy64/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-26558812792217977</id><published>2011-05-27T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:11:51.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Handstands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2xsOgIYCI4/TeATloiYlBI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/_VEBsJ04Y94/s1600/Photo_Frame_Backdrops42%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2xsOgIYCI4/TeATloiYlBI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/_VEBsJ04Y94/s320/Photo_Frame_Backdrops42%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&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/18016245-26558812792217977?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/26558812792217977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=26558812792217977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/26558812792217977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/26558812792217977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-handstands.html' title='Happy Handstands'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2xsOgIYCI4/TeATloiYlBI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/_VEBsJ04Y94/s72-c/Photo_Frame_Backdrops42%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1999402546690512164</id><published>2011-05-27T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:11:56.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how this happens but with my oldest the moment a inkling of sound came out of her mouth, I understood. I look at videos of her really really young and she wasn't as clear as I thought she was back then but I really did understand her and we worked great together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my second one came along and we struggled. I couldn't understand him and I was worried and I had a doctor that was way to proactive and it was a hard period of time. Things got better with a new doctor and when he finally decided it was time to talk, he spoke well and clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have my 3rd child who communicates in nothing short of shreeks, yells, grunts and frustration. Its actually frustrating for both of us. He is talking. He just isn't clear at all. And so he stomps his foot and throws stuff and gets generally upset at the whole situation. He has different versions of mama to tell us his thoughts, desires, needs, excitements. I can tell the difference in a couple of intonations. He's got a word for his older sister and a different one for his brother.&amp;nbsp;He says grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...the last 2 days we have made progress. On wednesday he said "hello". It was a game and he thought it was HILARIOUS. If you ask him to say "hello", he won't. But if you play a game with him and hide and then pop out and shout "hello", he will join in and continue the excitement. And yesterday, he said "bubble" and "pop". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got them on video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8283eb13b36ef7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8283eb13b36ef7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930522%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1006C90E38D2686FAD6379DD362E1149EF4784C2.7F8FB2ACBB3CA2851FFE6456CAD466A891C2B563%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8283eb13b36ef7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKeORDUHUcNlRfbkoyL3bmmCEYF8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8283eb13b36ef7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930522%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1006C90E38D2686FAD6379DD362E1149EF4784C2.7F8FB2ACBB3CA2851FFE6456CAD466A891C2B563%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8283eb13b36ef7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKeORDUHUcNlRfbkoyL3bmmCEYF8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1999402546690512164?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1999402546690512164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1999402546690512164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1999402546690512164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1999402546690512164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8402301373534823315</id><published>2011-05-23T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:11:34.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mster's First Grade Field Trip at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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But, getting sidetracked by these: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXK-1n0BJAw/TdqNYA4vBjI/AAAAAAAAEag/hsWwfTzcLHc/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXK-1n0BJAw/TdqNYA4vBjI/AAAAAAAAEag/hsWwfTzcLHc/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kg8BhOxhGU/TdqN6dVRALI/AAAAAAAAEak/OZFFC3A7cJo/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kg8BhOxhGU/TdqN6dVRALI/AAAAAAAAEak/OZFFC3A7cJo/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did make it in to start putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnpd-HRU8T0/TdqO5z1cTmI/AAAAAAAAEas/CBi9Cz9zrA0/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnpd-HRU8T0/TdqO5z1cTmI/AAAAAAAAEas/CBi9Cz9zrA0/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdRxzWgiUdI/TdqPOWB0eJI/AAAAAAAAEaw/oaCUsjTk0dM/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdRxzWgiUdI/TdqPOWB0eJI/AAAAAAAAEaw/oaCUsjTk0dM/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kster was done after the 1st 18 so I took him across the way to do one of his favorite things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Tbr3be3MsA/TdqPzHJUt-I/AAAAAAAAEa0/ZJwB7E1bKu4/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Tbr3be3MsA/TdqPzHJUt-I/AAAAAAAAEa0/ZJwB7E1bKu4/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next adventure was their favorite dessert place yoyo yogurt. Cster and Kster stayed home while I took the older 2 to eat dessert BEFORE dinner. (oops no pictures, which is a shame because I have never seen 2 kids eat so much candy in one sitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home to pizza and Prince Kster being fed by his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMDDgzKQUEk/TdqQoqsK2YI/AAAAAAAAEa8/jVRi7t4GDyE/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMDDgzKQUEk/TdqQoqsK2YI/AAAAAAAAEa8/jVRi7t4GDyE/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTebzw1yqpM/TdqQ8L_zAtI/AAAAAAAAEbA/OsLcupmvhPs/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTebzw1yqpM/TdqQ8L_zAtI/AAAAAAAAEbA/OsLcupmvhPs/s320/040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for bed the kids were very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhkpwTjfk9k/TdqRVLfoMpI/AAAAAAAAEbE/G04ti0usJIU/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhkpwTjfk9k/TdqRVLfoMpI/AAAAAAAAEbE/G04ti0usJIU/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited that we let them do it again the next night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4375254884414188889?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4375254884414188889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4375254884414188889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4375254884414188889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4375254884414188889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/plan-b-reality.html' title='Plan B - Reality'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXK-1n0BJAw/TdqNYA4vBjI/AAAAAAAAEag/hsWwfTzcLHc/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-5676691059493741916</id><published>2011-05-19T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:14:06.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B</title><content type='html'>We were initially planning on spending the weekend camping with friends. But since this is our 1st time camping as a family EVER and the weather is bordering between doable (but not hot) and miserable, Cster and I made an executive decision (because we can do that sort of thing around here) to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, however, very difficult to tell your 6 and 4 year old that have been planning this adventure for months that we will not be going. Since Cster still has the day off, we decided to do really fun stuff locally instead. We came up with a some ideas ourselves but this morning the kids decided to take it upon themselves to write a list of all the fun things they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order (I think)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to yoyo yogurt&lt;br /&gt;go to a haunted house&lt;br /&gt;go glow in the dark miniture golfing&lt;br /&gt;go to the park&lt;br /&gt;go to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;sleep in the tent in our basement&lt;br /&gt;make s'mores&lt;br /&gt;go to Grandmas&lt;br /&gt;get ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all they've come up with so far&amp;nbsp;(Mster was still writing ideas on the way to school) but I'm pretty sure that they will continue to come up with treasures of excitement the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-5676691059493741916?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/5676691059493741916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=5676691059493741916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5676691059493741916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5676691059493741916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/plan-b.html' title='Plan B'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2901022902612929831</id><published>2011-05-11T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:45:20.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When your daughter asks for a 3-tiered cake for dessert</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like to be that cool mom. The cool mom that when my daughter asks for sometime I don't always say 'no'. Sometimes I really want to say 'yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my 6 year olds 1st grade concert and since I had invited family for dessert beforehand I thought it would be nice to let her pick her dessert. I even blogged about&lt;a href="http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-what-we-are-having-for-dinner.html"&gt; it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it and realized that I could probably incorporate everything into her ideas for a minimal amount of time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pan of brownies. I got the &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Chewy-Brownies/Detail.aspx"&gt;recipe from allrecipes.com.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I only put in 1 1/2 cups of sugar. I doubled the vanilla.&amp;nbsp;I upped the cocoa to 1/2 cup and I split the oil in 1/2 with applesauce. (next time I'm going to try it with full applesauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprinkled the brownies with powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut the brownies in 3 different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tiered the brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a toothpick on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about trying to find images of the characters that the kids wanted and decided that was too much effort and ink so I told Mster when she got home from school that it was her job to draw the characters that would go on top of the dessert. She very eagerly got to work and....tada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0R1sdqsfpU/Tcq8nI-ISnI/AAAAAAAAEZk/a4_4WxGA10w/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0R1sdqsfpU/Tcq8nI-ISnI/AAAAAAAAEZk/a4_4WxGA10w/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ariel looks gorgeous, don't you think?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2901022902612929831?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2901022902612929831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2901022902612929831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2901022902612929831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2901022902612929831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-your-daughter-asks-for-3-tiered.html' title='When your daughter asks for a 3-tiered cake for dessert'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0R1sdqsfpU/Tcq8nI-ISnI/AAAAAAAAEZk/a4_4WxGA10w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-940298176070624265</id><published>2011-05-11T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:15:59.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wii Guy</title><content type='html'>My 4 yr old loves the Wii. I'm sure there are lots of parents out there who can judge me for letting my 4 year old play wii but to them I would say...he's 4 AND A 1/2. :) And he can read. And he can do 1st grade math and spelling tests. And he has a ton of friends. And he plays outside almost everyday. And he's got the greatest personality ever. So...yes, I let him play wii. We often play together. Its so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he told me about "Wii guy". I was fascinated so I asked him a ton of questions. I'll post his responses in interview format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So tell me about Wii guy.&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Well, he has a lot of wii games and he gives them to people.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like Santa (which is a whole nother blog post)&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Yes. He gives the wii games to Santa who gives them to the people.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool. Where does he live?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: He lives by Santa at the North Pole so its easy to get them to him and then he drives home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How does he get home? by car, by bus, by van, by truck, by airplane, by boat, by train?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: None of those. He walks. Cause he lives VERY close to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does he wear?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Sometimes he wears clothes like Santa&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where does he get his wii game?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: He just has them. And he tries out all the games before he gives them out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What happens when he has no more wii games?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: He goes out and buys more.&lt;br /&gt;Me: At a wii store?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Yes. There is a wii store VERY close to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have any more questions about wii guy? I'll ask the expert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-940298176070624265?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/940298176070624265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=940298176070624265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/940298176070624265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/940298176070624265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/wii-guy.html' title='The Wii Guy'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-143302001030512367</id><published>2011-05-10T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:56:30.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what we are having for dinner?</title><content type='html'>Tonight is Mster's 1st grade concert.&amp;nbsp;The plan is to have dessert before heading over the school and so I asked Mster last night what she would like for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Do we have 3 different size pans? A large one. A medium one and a small one?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You want me to make you a 3 tiered cake?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing) seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Yes...or brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this morning she woke me up eager to tell me all about her dream. She dreamt I had made her a 3 tiered cake and that I put everybody's favorite characters on their individual slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this morning she went around to everybody and asked what was their favorite character so I could get their dessert ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Ariel&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Mickey (this was proceeded by a lengthy discussion on the placing of Mickey in front of spiderman)&lt;br /&gt;Kster: undecided. they debated between a dog, a bubble guppy and dora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what we are having for dessert?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-143302001030512367?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/143302001030512367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=143302001030512367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/143302001030512367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/143302001030512367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-what-we-are-having-for-dinner.html' title='Guess what we are having for dinner?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1567456945471715494</id><published>2011-05-09T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:53:29.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days are better than others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And right now I feel like covering my head in a shirt and not coming out till tomorrow. Though, I don't think I'd look quite as cute as this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eln-ym3iDhc/TchwIyDpQkI/AAAAAAAAEZc/DRkcLQwunYM/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eln-ym3iDhc/TchwIyDpQkI/AAAAAAAAEZc/DRkcLQwunYM/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&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/18016245-1567456945471715494?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1567456945471715494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1567456945471715494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1567456945471715494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1567456945471715494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-days-are-better-than-others.html' title='Some days are better than others'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eln-ym3iDhc/TchwIyDpQkI/AAAAAAAAEZc/DRkcLQwunYM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1111718612015659835</id><published>2011-05-08T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:48:32.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lster'/><title type='text'>Computers do not make you giggle</title><content type='html'>Lster is eagerly waiting for me to get off the computer and go read Nancy Drew with Mster so that he can get back to minesweeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to him: "You just love the computer too much."&lt;br /&gt;Lster: I do love the computer. (giving the monitor a hug and a kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Computers do not make dinner for you, dance for you and computers do not make you giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1111718612015659835?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1111718612015659835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1111718612015659835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1111718612015659835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1111718612015659835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/computers-do-not-make-you-giggle.html' title='Computers do not make you giggle'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1196225074006506582</id><published>2011-05-06T10:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:31:08.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party</title><content type='html'>We used to have dance parties pretty sporadically. But as of late, they have been happening on a daily basis. This is part to a fun new website we've discovered called &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/"&gt;grooveshark.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grooveshark"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, "Grooveshark is an internationally available[2] online music search engine, music streaming service and music recommendation web software application, allowing users to search for, stream, and upload music free of charge that can be played immediately or added to a playlist.[3]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty cool. Someone in the family starts humming a tune and we goto the computer and put it on for everybody to enjoy and then before we know it we've got a real dance party going. I took some videos of some awesome dance moves from yesterday's clubbing. Unfortunately&amp;nbsp;I had the camera so no shots of Squishy dancing. It was interesting to see what the kids did with Guns N Roses, Metallica, Buddy Holly, Justin Beiber (who apparently looks and sings like a girl, according the 1st grade girls on the playground), and as you can hear in the videos much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5e327caed53288b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5e327caed53288b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930523%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F5804DF6D83D4EC29C1FED3260512BD8AFD0048.331E789B355968DEA8BF598859D1F219EBBEA020%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5e327caed53288b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_o5lhNLC3Ae2c4j-hrog42Uvnts&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5e327caed53288b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930523%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F5804DF6D83D4EC29C1FED3260512BD8AFD0048.331E789B355968DEA8BF598859D1F219EBBEA020%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5e327caed53288b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_o5lhNLC3Ae2c4j-hrog42Uvnts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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I like to wait a few hours before I eat it in the morning, but I love to eat real breakfast food. I admit I am one of those people that routinely serves breakfast beyond the regular breakfast hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the yummy choices of breakfast items, my children still love cereal.&amp;nbsp;There&amp;nbsp;HAS to be some healthy alternatives to cereal that can go beyond egg whites, and green shakes. And I'm on a mission to find as many as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine gave me this recipe for baked oatmeal. The recipe calls for the baked oats to be eaten warm (from the oven) with warm milk but I've found that I really, really like it cold, with cold milk and strawberries. It really is good. Really. If I don't have fresh strawberries I defrost some frozen ones and add them into the mixture (liquid and all). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8P_wvvYzGHY/TcLD9tfHSGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/6AIZA-EmZR4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8P_wvvYzGHY/TcLD9tfHSGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/6AIZA-EmZR4/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 1/2 cups combo of quick and old fashioned&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 1/2 cup skim milk&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1/4 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;some salt shakes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine ingrediants and pour into a greased 9 X 13in pan. Bake for 25-30 minutes at 350F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers can be stored in an airtight container in the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1896772011893785819?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1896772011893785819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1896772011893785819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1896772011893785819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1896772011893785819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-needs-cereal.html' title='Who needs cereal?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8P_wvvYzGHY/TcLD9tfHSGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/6AIZA-EmZR4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2244381216193380212</id><published>2011-05-03T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:27:21.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love firsts</title><content type='html'>This was the &lt;b&gt;first time &lt;/b&gt;my husband has made green chile. (And for those people that do not know my husband, he is an excellent cook but&amp;nbsp;he is not capable of making food in small portions). This batch of green chile&amp;nbsp;was 2 stock pots full to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we really needed to find a way to preserve his massive amounts of food, I asked for a pressure cooker for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...this weekend&amp;nbsp;was the &lt;b&gt;first time &lt;/b&gt;we used my pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a success that we are ready to make more vats of delicious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hirqn15EFYQ/TcCp_slKybI/AAAAAAAAEYY/TbjuXDhCDho/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hirqn15EFYQ/TcCp_slKybI/AAAAAAAAEYY/TbjuXDhCDho/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 jars canned (in picture), 10 jars not canned (not in picture)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2244381216193380212?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2244381216193380212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2244381216193380212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2244381216193380212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2244381216193380212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-firsts.html' title='I love firsts'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hirqn15EFYQ/TcCp_slKybI/AAAAAAAAEYY/TbjuXDhCDho/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8208530759018339517</id><published>2011-05-01T20:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:31:07.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriftiness'/><title type='text'>I heart my wheat grinder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itaGtH2Mscs/Tb4WplwvrrI/AAAAAAAAEYE/7DW5x89aumw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itaGtH2Mscs/Tb4WplwvrrI/AAAAAAAAEYE/7DW5x89aumw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people thought it strange that I got a wheat grinder for Christmas. But I LOVE it! I use it at least once a week. I think its the greatest. And yes, I've been mocked for my love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think its stinking awesome that I can take this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_F01bwA8NA/Tb4UyJzlcYI/AAAAAAAAEXY/zfEiEkNuBZM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_F01bwA8NA/Tb4UyJzlcYI/AAAAAAAAEXY/zfEiEkNuBZM/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turn it into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:50132/dc2814cf8931e797f6414f8e79273829/image/2b31fa949c83f377.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:50132/dc2814cf8931e797f6414f8e79273829/image/2b31fa949c83f377.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in turn makes this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFU2D9Ov9iA/Tb4XG3vfs5I/AAAAAAAAEYM/EwuiaoUJZ9A/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFU2D9Ov9iA/Tb4XG3vfs5I/AAAAAAAAEYM/EwuiaoUJZ9A/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWBNt0QPxus/Tb4Vim2DhTI/AAAAAAAAEXs/sGpGHAt42q0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWBNt0QPxus/Tb4Vim2DhTI/AAAAAAAAEXs/sGpGHAt42q0/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pEan4IMR4k/Tb4WM-7LqLI/AAAAAAAAEX8/HPaZU6erh18/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pEan4IMR4k/Tb4WM-7LqLI/AAAAAAAAEX8/HPaZU6erh18/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thnking about doing a series of posts on wheat. Please step out of your lurkingness and let me know if you would be interests in more posts about wheat (educational focused ones).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8208530759018339517?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8208530759018339517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8208530759018339517&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8208530759018339517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8208530759018339517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-heart-my-wheat-grinder.html' title='I heart my wheat grinder'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itaGtH2Mscs/Tb4WplwvrrI/AAAAAAAAEYE/7DW5x89aumw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1634283890546406086</id><published>2011-04-29T19:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:19:26.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a vegetarian</title><content type='html'>We like meat. We eat meat. And today we purchased some meat. Yeah for meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what a whole cow looks like on my driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xb0TbhbVE3E/Tbti74oXxuI/AAAAAAAAEXE/49t0DPLITqI/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xb0TbhbVE3E/Tbti74oXxuI/AAAAAAAAEXE/49t0DPLITqI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601179342518863586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We divided it up between 3 families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like buying meat from a real farmer and then taking it to a real butcher. Its way more yummier. It costs less money. And my freezer always has a plentiful supply of yummy goodness waiting to be grilled, smoked, baked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1634283890546406086?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1634283890546406086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1634283890546406086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1634283890546406086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1634283890546406086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-not-vegetarian.html' title='I am not a vegetarian'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xb0TbhbVE3E/Tbti74oXxuI/AAAAAAAAEXE/49t0DPLITqI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4192792430055579649</id><published>2011-04-28T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:53:12.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lster'/><title type='text'>Mr. Fixit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CH7t9QE6HQ/TbnTemB6V1I/AAAAAAAAEW4/ZtNPJy0Xwgg/s1600/019.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CH7t9QE6HQ/TbnTemB6V1I/AAAAAAAAEW4/ZtNPJy0Xwgg/s320/019.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an eon ago, Lster put a nickel in the door hingey thingy peice. He's been bugging me ever since to get it out. I tried a few times to use my finger, a screwdriver and even a knife to no success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day whilest drying my hair Lster brought up the nickel dilemma yet again. I told him that someday we would probably have to take the whole thing apart some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That some day was yesterday. While I was dealing with the attack of the killer homework downstairs, Lster found a screwdriver, took out the screws and proudly got out his nickel.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&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/18016245-4192792430055579649?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4192792430055579649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4192792430055579649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4192792430055579649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4192792430055579649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/04/mr-fixit.html' title='Mr. Fixit'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CH7t9QE6HQ/TbnTemB6V1I/AAAAAAAAEW4/ZtNPJy0Xwgg/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-5703044524392462003</id><published>2011-04-27T08:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:56:41.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriftiness'/><title type='text'>Laundry Detergent by ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ha-ls77d9U/TbgtktTMCEI/AAAAAAAAEWU/Jcb9ojtzZZ4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ha-ls77d9U/TbgtktTMCEI/AAAAAAAAEWU/Jcb9ojtzZZ4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600276245293828162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year or so ago my &lt;a href="http://markandcareen.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister-in-law &lt;/a&gt;blogged about making her own laundry detergent. I thought that was an interesting concept but at the time had about 10 bottles of detergent tucked away in my laundry closet and moved on to other important matters in my life, like which child had the balloon first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump forward a year and I couldn't find a laundry detergent deal and I was down to one bottle. I decided it was time to try out the new recipe. IT WORKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn't trust her...I just have this trouble with doing new things and changing my pattern and I get so excited when I do something new and it works. So yesterday I went and made a little bit more with my supplies. (Of course because deals always come around I picked up some new detergent yesterday for $1 a bottle but I'm pretty pleased that I have my homemade concotion as a backup when I need something to tie us over till the next deal since my husband has this funny request about wearing clean underwear to work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup grated Fels-Naptha soap&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup Arm and Hammer Super Washing Soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup 20 Mule Team Borax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 2 TBSP per load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-5703044524392462003?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/5703044524392462003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=5703044524392462003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5703044524392462003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5703044524392462003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-or-so-ago-my-sister-in-law-blogged.html' title='Laundry Detergent by ME!!'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ha-ls77d9U/TbgtktTMCEI/AAAAAAAAEWU/Jcb9ojtzZZ4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-5833252042908665487</id><published>2011-04-26T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:57:07.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as an Open Book</title><content type='html'>I've been contimplating reentering the blogging world for over the past few months. The problem is that I always kept coming up with ideas for what I would blog about. Like, I'm super into healthy eating and I was thinking about writing a blog about healthy food. But...I'm also super into not spending too much on stuff, so I thought about writing a blog about being thrifty. I've also set some new goals for my life so I thought I could use the blog to help with the goals. And it seems my kids are always saying these amazing snippets of random hilarity or wisdom that I never track (if you don't count texting my husband, daily). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided that instead of a themed blog of one of my interests, I would bring back the blog about me. Squishy! (Sadly a little more squishy than I'd like). I'm going to change the layout, change the content, and hopefully blog often. The posts may be short as my life seems to run in 10 minute sprint, but there will be posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-5833252042908665487?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/5833252042908665487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=5833252042908665487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5833252042908665487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5833252042908665487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-as-open-book.html' title='My Life as an Open Book'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3183415120843126208</id><published>2010-11-27T09:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:40:39.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Jar</title><content type='html'>Our family did a Thankful Jar this year. We had one week to fill the jar with tiny peices of thanksgiving papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our List:&lt;br /&gt;yummy food&lt;br /&gt;princess guitar&lt;br /&gt;lincoln&lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;my wife&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;miss. colburn&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;grandma&lt;br /&gt;kian&lt;br /&gt;chocolate banana shake&lt;br /&gt;our house&lt;br /&gt;nathan&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;ensign&lt;br /&gt;volleyball&lt;br /&gt;spiderman game&lt;br /&gt;massages&lt;br /&gt;homework&lt;br /&gt;guitars&lt;br /&gt;learning the piano&lt;br /&gt;macaroni and cheese&lt;br /&gt;chapstick&lt;br /&gt;the weather&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;go diego go&lt;br /&gt;thankful jar&lt;br /&gt;mommy&lt;br /&gt;mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;medicine&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;my husband&lt;br /&gt;kristen chenowyth&lt;br /&gt;savannah and ellie&lt;br /&gt;drinks&lt;br /&gt;monster trucks&lt;br /&gt;the friend&lt;br /&gt;my chitlins&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;temple&lt;br /&gt;princesses&lt;br /&gt;hearts&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;kian&lt;br /&gt;days off&lt;br /&gt;pie&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;candies&lt;br /&gt;lincoln&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;a job&lt;br /&gt;leapfrog&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;auntie lissa&lt;br /&gt;daddy&lt;br /&gt;popovers&lt;br /&gt;prayer&lt;br /&gt;emily&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;cooking&lt;br /&gt;mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;toys&lt;br /&gt;the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;cars&lt;br /&gt;animals and wall stickers&lt;br /&gt;the heater&lt;br /&gt;mommy&lt;br /&gt;homework&lt;br /&gt;michelle's smile&lt;br /&gt;kian&lt;br /&gt;mariokart&lt;br /&gt;kian&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;soup and tv&lt;br /&gt;daddy&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3183415120843126208?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3183415120843126208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3183415120843126208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3183415120843126208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3183415120843126208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-jar.html' title='Thanksgiving Jar'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6202267464676768448</id><published>2010-09-27T19:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:32:43.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this post for my own record. So when my kids are grown and I look back and wonder what I did with myself, I'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6AM - awake with Lster, read books&lt;br /&gt;6:15 - Mster wakes up, continue to read but add in a game they are making with the reading&lt;br /&gt;6:30 - Kster wakes up, nurse&lt;br /&gt;6:40-7:15 - feed all three breakfast, empty dishwasher, make Msters lunch, make dough for bread, clean kitchen&lt;br /&gt;7:15- Family scriptures&lt;br /&gt;7:20 - get Kster and I dressed&lt;br /&gt;7:25 - get kids in car to take Mster to school&lt;br /&gt;7:26 - knock at the door from roofers who need me to move the cars&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - leave to drive Mster to school&lt;br /&gt;7:35 - watch kids play "sweet ol' tag" with Msters classmates while they wait for the doors to open&lt;br /&gt;7:50 - eat breakfast, feed Kster a snack, put in a load of laundry, clean basement bedroom, teach Lster the new wii game, roll out dough for bread&lt;br /&gt;9AM - put Kster down for a nap in basement bedroom because roofers are really really loud&lt;br /&gt;9:15 - exercise&lt;br /&gt;9:55 - shower&lt;br /&gt;10:05 - forget to put bread in oven, race to get it in. finish getting ready, check email.&lt;br /&gt;10:15 - get a snack for Lster and get him ready for swim lessons&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - wake up Kster&lt;br /&gt;10:35 - take bread out of oven (pray its done)&lt;br /&gt;11:00 - swimming lessons for Lster, I walk with Kster who wants to practise walking all around the pool over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;11:40 - 12:35 - help Lster after swimming, go pick up coupons, get home&lt;br /&gt;12:35 - lunch, check email, get canning stuff together, switch laundry around&lt;br /&gt;1:00 - go to friends house to can peaches (1st time for both of us)&lt;br /&gt;2:55 - realize we are not going to finish before I have to pick up Mster from school, realize I need to clean my friends bathroom and change a certain boy of mine before we can get Mster from school.&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - race home to make the change&lt;br /&gt;3:10 - leave to pick up Mster&lt;br /&gt;3:20 pick up Mster&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - get kids a snack, bathe Kster and Lster, switch laundry around&lt;br /&gt;4:00 - leave for Msters gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;4:15-4:30 - participate in parent involvement portion of gymnastics (struggle with Kster who just wants to crawl all over the equipment)&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - 5:00 - Costco trip&lt;br /&gt;5:00-5:15 - back at gym, helping Lster with schoolwork, try and watch Mster, keep Kster away from the water fountain&lt;br /&gt;5:30-6:00 - make and eat dinner, get Mster started on homework&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - get tired of Kster screaming put him to bed (note: no afternoon nap)&lt;br /&gt;6:20 - help Mster with homework, clean kitchen from dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:45 - FHE, and bedtime for kids&lt;br /&gt;7:00-bed - paperwork and some tv and folding 3 loads of laundry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6202267464676768448?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6202267464676768448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6202267464676768448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6202267464676768448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6202267464676768448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2896581926188119002</id><published>2010-08-25T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:28:59.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Thinking About</title><content type='html'>Thing I'm Thinking About...in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy eating&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;Educating Lster&lt;br /&gt;Getting Kster to nap&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with Mster&lt;br /&gt;Hair accessories&lt;br /&gt;Learning piano&lt;br /&gt;Practising piano&lt;br /&gt;Budgeting&lt;br /&gt;Shopping responsibly&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my house&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;Being an Aunt&lt;br /&gt;Being a fun Aunt&lt;br /&gt;When my Amazon present from Mothers day is going to get here&lt;div 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Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8941001720999186022</id><published>2010-07-11T07:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:59:47.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend Play</title><content type='html'>Mster: Are you coming swimming today?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: No. My mom said no.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: I thought your mom was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Wait...you're right...she is...I can come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8941001720999186022?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-853524781005729668</id><published>2010-05-05T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:26:36.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're starting to eat real food again</title><content type='html'>I've been on a little bit of a kick lately. After Kster was born I was in survival mode and dinner was whatever I had that I could make in just a few minutes at the last minute. But now things are starting to go back to normal and we are actually cooking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we ate a meal everyday of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Short Rib burritos&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Almond crusted Tilapia, mashed potatos and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Green eggs and Ham&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Chicken Penne&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Chicken, potatos and salad&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Sloppy Joes&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - date night&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Homemade spaghetti and meatballs (incl. homemade spaghetti)&lt;br /&gt;Monday - nacho mountains&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - oven baked fish and salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oftentimes had dinner all ready prepped and Cster came home and just finshed it off or made the whole thing. Is been great. Its workng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also posting this because we are having visitors this weekend and already we are planning pizza and going out so I just wanted to remind myself that we are doing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-853524781005729668?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/853524781005729668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=853524781005729668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/853524781005729668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/853524781005729668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-starting-to-eat-real-food-again.html' title='We&apos;re starting to eat real food again'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2156695552019521553</id><published>2010-04-27T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:26:46.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not always trying</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to write that my life is not always trying. So, this is me acknowledging that I have good days. I just don't want my mark in the world to be me griping about how life is hard, because there are moments in life which make life really great. Its those moments that often get lost in the day to day of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2156695552019521553?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2156695552019521553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2156695552019521553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2156695552019521553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2156695552019521553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-always-trying.html' title='Its not always trying'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3877045786654946650</id><published>2010-04-19T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:38:20.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Pound</title><content type='html'>Some weeks are more trying then others. I decided to write down a couple of memories of this past week. There are some good times and bad times. Its been a bit of a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My children played a game where their bedroom was full of hot lava and they were on fire and had to get out. (I swear they haven't been watching the news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We spent the weekend drawing with markers. I originally had let the kids use the markers whenever they wanted but got very tired of giving timeouts for inappropriate marker use. I brought them out this weekend after a long hiatus to a supervised marker time. Lster drew a picture of his family and then proclaimed "This s me when I was daddy and you were in my tummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kster moved from a tummy position to a sitting position after attempting to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kster decided he didnt like egg yolk so I mashed it into a banana and he ate it fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In the car, Lster asked me to let him know when we were going to get to a red light so he could eat his booger. Then immediately told me to "nevermind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I asked Mster if she could pick out every food that was in her dinner...and she did it. We had a baked ziti (with penne noodles). She picked out celery, spinach, meat, noodles, sauce (made with tomatos). She did miss the 1/2 cup of cauliflower puree that I added to the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lster got croup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lster swallowed a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cster went to St Louis for 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mster decided to wash the table with a green cloth. She picked a green cloth because it was Lsters favorite color and he would be really upset if she got something green dirty. (that was pretty indicative of how the 2 got a long all week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mster got her finger stuck in a hole in her car seat. It required a very nice neighbor who coaxed her fr 10 minutes to wiggle it out whilst she screamed bloody murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I finally figure out that when Lster asks if I want him to try to go to the bathroom the answer is no, I want him to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Bedtime got pushed back an hour...permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The kids divised a game where Lsters clothes had to go to jail. These would be the clothes he was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I got put on antibiotics that make me have a constant headache, no desire to eat and big desire to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I deep cleaned the entire upstairs of the house and 1/2 the main floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this entire week of craziness, I stepped on the scale this morning and had lost 1 pound. Sometimes its the little things that we have to give thanks for. I could have gained a pound this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3877045786654946650?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3877045786654946650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3877045786654946650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3877045786654946650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3877045786654946650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-pound.html' title='One Pound'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2066891846560423912</id><published>2010-04-10T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:25:56.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lster writes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/S8FBE9W0OuI/AAAAAAAADXA/5zB_Z0RTiqU/s1600/DSCN0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458715776795294434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/S8FBE9W0OuI/AAAAAAAADXA/5zB_Z0RTiqU/s320/DSCN0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some of Lster's chalk writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote "walk", "hop" and "jump"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2066891846560423912?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2066891846560423912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2066891846560423912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2066891846560423912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2066891846560423912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/04/lster-writes.html' title='Lster writes'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/S8FBE9W0OuI/AAAAAAAADXA/5zB_Z0RTiqU/s72-c/DSCN0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2013626190372413881</id><published>2010-04-08T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:08:04.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pajama fun</title><content type='html'>Lster why are your pants inside out? - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't get them inside in. - Lster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2013626190372413881?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2013626190372413881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2013626190372413881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2013626190372413881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2013626190372413881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/04/pajama-fun.html' title='pajama fun'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-9085344270045441997</id><published>2010-03-26T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:21:59.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Lster's randomness</title><content type='html'>Mster and Lster are playing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wrote out the alphabet. Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ABCDEFGHI "Hey Lster, what's this you wrote next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Its a funny boot. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-9085344270045441997?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/9085344270045441997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=9085344270045441997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9085344270045441997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9085344270045441997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-lsters-randomness.html' title='I love Lster&apos;s randomness'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1794748211272707327</id><published>2010-03-05T13:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:27:13.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Do it All</title><content type='html'>My house is rarely ever clean. And by rarely I mean there has never been a time except when we did a walk thru when we first move in that every room in the house was spotless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I always get distracted by motherhood. Like as I type this Mster is lying on the couch battling death and asking me to read her stories and Lster is climbing off the couch head first begging me to "pull (him) up". FTR I've read lots of stories today and already pulled him up numerous times. Kster's finally asleep with his second nap. For his first nap I spent the entire time playing games and then doing science experiments with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just don't know how to do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning with great ideas of what I will accomplish housewise but the list is never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning this week I sat down for my 5 minute breakfast and was just about to get up and fold laundry for Kster's nap when Lster asked me to play flash cards with him. Lately he has been obsessed with learning. Its a good thing. Its a great thing. I have never been one to force learning on my kids. They just beg for it. I don't buy flash cards. Stuff like that just falls into our hands. These flash cards were a part of Mster's Valentine's Day cards from kids in her class and Lster loves them. (sidenote they are princess cards which makes me kind of laugh).  So we sat down with our beans and practised adding and subtracting. He's been trying to figure it out for a few weeks now but it hasn't sunk in. This week it sunk in. He figured out how to add/subtract 0 and 1 and he learned how to add doubles (3+3, 5+5). FTR...he's 3. He's not even 3 1/2. And I just don't know what to do with him but hang out with him and keep teaching him stuff. But that means that my laundry area is perpetually covered in clothes. The bathrooms are not cleaned as much as they need to be and I often forget to think about dinner till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a perfect house is not important but I just haven't figured out the balance. Like how dirty is it okay to leave my house? or how many days in a row can I forget to cook dinner? or how often do I need to change my clothes when I get spit up on at least 6 times a day and so walk around the world with perpetual puke on my shoulder and leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my house will never be perfectly clean. It will not only never be perfectly clean, there wil always be a room that is in desperate need of cleaning. But my family is happy. My kids are polite, intelligent, funny, well rounded (but not perfect by any means and I can guarantee I'm ready to explode between 4-5pm everyday - that's another post) and that's what being a mom's about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1794748211272707327?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1794748211272707327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1794748211272707327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1794748211272707327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1794748211272707327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-do-it-all.html' title='I Can&apos;t Do it All'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2518302881325939784</id><published>2010-02-21T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:54:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valentine Weekend Read-a-Thon</title><content type='html'>Its Scholastic Book Fair time at Msters school. Normally, I'm generally frustrated with all the fundraising that goes on throughout the school year. For the most part fundraising through the school envolves one of these principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get the kids super hyped to sell a bunch of junk to their friends/family in the hopes up winning prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get the kids to buy crap at a ridiculous price to give to other people as "presents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sell crap at a ridiculous price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post isn't about fundraising...its about the Book Fair (another attempt at fundraising which I've decided to support. Books are not crap.) As part of the hoorah of the event the students are invited to participate in a Read-a-Thon. Students from each grade are competing with each other to see how many books they can read in a certain amount of time. The winner of each grade gets to have ice cream with the principal. Mster thought this was a pretty cool idea so I decided to go all out and help her win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 weeks we've gone to the library twice (we used to go weekly but we've been slacking) and took out loads of books. After we read them all and there was just the weekend left I started to think of ways to encourage reading and not have to check out the entire library. That's when I came up with the idea of reading all of our kids books in one weekend. I wasn't sure we could do it but I figured it was worth a try. Mster was excited. It seemed like a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a super fun weekend reading. There was fort building, hot chocolate drinking, popcorn popping, Olympic breaks, pizza dinners, and all in all we read 147 books over the 2 week period (probably 110 of them this weekend). We didn't read all of our books. We probably still have 30 more to go but I'm pretty proud of us. Nobody said "I don't want to read anymore". They just kept listening to the stories and Mster even read a dozen or so books herself. I told her if she wanted to count board/easy books  she had to read them herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the weekend o' reading fun is done but what I think is awesome is that winning the competition will just be icing on the cake because we truly had a great time. The house is trashed beyond belief but we had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2518302881325939784?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2518302881325939784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2518302881325939784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2518302881325939784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2518302881325939784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-weekend-read-thon.html' title='The Valentine Weekend Read-a-Thon'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-9066316771233388732</id><published>2010-02-07T20:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:34:31.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days</title><content type='html'>Its been 9 days and I'm still sick. I'm done. Seriously. I feel like I haven't gotten a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csters been super busy coaching a mock trial for high school students. He's been gone the last 2 saturdays and was gone 3 nights this week too. Thats leaving work to go straight to the events. 3 kids when you are sick, sucks.  And then when the trial was finally all done yesterday and I was going to have my support back a stupid restaurant gave Cster food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should probably stop whining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Lster is well on his way to saying goodbye to diapers. This is VERY exciting news. Being home all week has been good for something. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-9066316771233388732?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/9066316771233388732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=9066316771233388732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9066316771233388732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/9066316771233388732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-days.html' title='9 Days'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8596504567289402614</id><published>2010-02-03T09:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:26:26.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Little Baby</title><content type='html'>It seems that I have a head cold. It sucks. At the same time I was getting my head/chest cold Mster and Lster decided to get the stomach flu and couldn't keep anything down. They are done and healthy but I, sadly, am still living in a big daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is super sad is that I seem to have infected my sweet Kster. Everytime he coughs (and its a yucky cough we have) he gives off this little pouty face and cry and looks at me in a way that says..."why, mama, why." I feel the same way when I cough. But with him it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am finally feeling like I can get vertical after an almost full day of horizontal yesterday. Part of this is because poor Kster is sleeping. Yesterday he took a 3+ hr nap and last night he slept for 12 1/2 hrs without a feeding. I woke up at 4am and had trouble getting back to sleep but that was still 6 hrs straight sleep. I finally did get back to sleep for another hour and was ready to get my baby when he woke up at 5:30AM. It may seem early to you but 6hr of uninterrupted sleep was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has already woken up from his morning nap and it was only just over an hr so I'm not sure we'll get a repeat tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then...6hr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he has slept for more than 6 hr before I just was poor at timing it with my sleeping. I put him to bed at 5pm, because that's when he wanted to go, and then I went to bed between 10-11 and he woke up at 1AM for a feeding. My issues of late with his getting up was that they were even more frequent than the 1AM feeding. A 12 hr stretch is exactly what I need :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8596504567289402614?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8596504567289402614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8596504567289402614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8596504567289402614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8596504567289402614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick-little-baby.html' title='Sick Little Baby'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-7766661798435290257</id><published>2010-01-26T21:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:01:50.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, Precious Sleep!</title><content type='html'>After much training, my 2 older kids are great sleepers. They sleep 12 hrs a night, well probably closer to 11-11.5hr and are happy and smart and yeah for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they had a heck of a time getting to that stage. And Kster seems to be heading in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I jinxed myself when I kept telling everybody he was my best sleeper. But he was. He once slept for 11 hrs. Unheard of in my other two at the same age. But mostly he would sleep for 8-10 hrs, eat and then go back to sleep for 4-2 hrs to make it 12 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Christmas happened and we went to family and he was up all the time eating and eating and eating and I finally gave him cereal (far earlier than my other ones because I figured he must be hungry). He eats it and loves it and we were doing better for awhile but now we're back to very frequent wake ups.  My problem is...Kster sleeps on his tummy and has since he was born. He recently figured out how to roll from his tummy to his back and likes to wake up, roll over, realize he doesn't like being on his back, get stuck and scream till I go in there. He hasn't developped the roll from front to back skill which is much harder (musclewise) and usually happens at 7/8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm left trying to figure out what to do. I can just let him try and figure out how to sleep on his back (but I did try one night to let him cry and he bellowed for 90 minutes straight. When I went in he was on his back. It was the first time it happened). or I can wait it out till he can roll himself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the long run it doesn't seem like a few months is a big deal but I need sleep. I like sleep. I don't like to get up repeatedly to soothe a baby back to sleep only to have him wake up again 2-3 hrs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sleep. I look at some of the older ladies that go to my church who have older kids (and no babies) and I think to myself that that will be me one day. Sleeping whenever I want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side sleeping note - I do find the fact that I am even debating what to do with Kster funny because anybody that knows me knows that I am a strict mom when it comes to sleeping. Let them cry. Make them go to bed and stop coddling in the middle of the night. I've helped numerous moms in the past, which I say this not to brag but to reiterate that I have very strong feelings about this, which is why my debate is so odd. I guess I just feel that its not right to make him be on his back, crying when he is physically incapable of fixing himself. It doesn't seem fair. Make a child learn to sleep but make sure he has the tools to actually accomplish the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-7766661798435290257?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/7766661798435290257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=7766661798435290257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7766661798435290257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7766661798435290257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-precious-sleep.html' title='Sleep, Precious Sleep!'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-774511056923830728</id><published>2010-01-21T12:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:43:13.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this will be funny at a later date</title><content type='html'>So today Lster has interrupted the napping process for Kster, on both occasions. I'm not really happy about it. I now have a tired, cranky baby who wants to be held and I need to figure out what to do with him. Do I just throw him in his crib and hope he cries himself to sleep or have a ridiculously early bedtime which means he won't sleep in which means I won't sleep in tomorrow morning and probably will get up extra early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this Lster had 2 moments which will probably be funny when I'm old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lster it smells. Did you poop?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't lie to me. You did. Did you poop in the car or while doing a puzzle? (I'm trying to get him to recognize when he is doing it in hopes of getting him to recognize that he needs to and will not go in a diaper)&lt;br /&gt;Lster: I didn't poop.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well then what smells really bad? (by this time I've checked and he's clear)&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Maybe its you. Maybe you should check your bum.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? You think its me?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Yep...its you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. I'll take a shower in a bit, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Okay...you should take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lster it really smells. Are you sure you don't have to poop?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: I didn't go poop&lt;br /&gt;Me: Get over here again. I'm going to check again. (This time he was not in the clear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is slightly humorous about this is that he actually had me believing that I was the one that smelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being really upset about the meltdown that caused Kster not to sleep, I decided to have a serious talk to Lster about the importance of Kster's naps and the importance of letting me put him down and not interrupting the process. He took that moment to interrupt me with a burst out laughter and the exclamation that he farted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-774511056923830728?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/774511056923830728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=774511056923830728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/774511056923830728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/774511056923830728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-this-will-be-funny-at-later-date.html' title='Maybe this will be funny at a later date'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4923932726723186361</id><published>2010-01-18T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:05:57.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>Today I asked the kids what they wanted for lunch. One picked peanut butter sandwiches and one picked Mac N Cheese. I told them I was not making their own lunch each and that they had to go away and decide amoungst themselves what we were having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came back with this idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would each have a peanut butter sandwich while they waited for the Mac N Cheese to cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4923932726723186361?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4923932726723186361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4923932726723186361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4923932726723186361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4923932726723186361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2848581855380415848</id><published>2010-01-16T22:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:20:06.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on in my life?</title><content type='html'>Organizing House - I am determined to get my house in order. I am exhorting all of my family members to hold on tightly to all that they hold dear because there is a lot of purging going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise - After enjoying p90x, Cster bought me &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/insanity.do?code=BBHOME_CONTROL_INS"&gt;Insanity&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas. I am really, really enjoying the workouts. They do not kidd...it is INSANE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster - She's reading!!! Her teacher has given her a real book to try out and a spelling list. I always just thought Mster was just a smart little kid (which she is) but this week I realized that Msters a hard worker and really wants to do well. I love watching her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lster - I'm just trying to control him and the Wii. I could not have done better at describing my interactions with Lster regarding the Wii any better than &lt;a href="http://www.daringyoungmom.com/2009/11/30/lego-batman/"&gt;my friend&lt;/a&gt;. I'm excited for Lster to start at the Little Gym this week. He loves his friends and he'll have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kster - Kster is the one that is truly keeping me on my toes. He's such a good sleeper at night (knock on wood) but he does not want to nap. This leaves me with a bit of juggling to do during the day. But he has the best smile ever and he loves me (even if it is because I feed him). I think he's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got other goals and activities that I'm working on that I may share in the future but I'm just really excited for this year. Its starting off a little chaotic as I try and get things in order but I just feel this is going to be a great year for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not too late to get excited for 2010. In fact now that you've been in it for awhile it might be a good time to actually sit down and think about what you want for the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2848581855380415848?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2848581855380415848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2848581855380415848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2848581855380415848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2848581855380415848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-going-on-in-my-life.html' title='Whats going on in my life?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8177185408053419530</id><published>2010-01-13T20:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:47:22.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Mster!</title><content type='html'>Today on the way home from dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Did you notice that I was spending a bit of time with the a girl at the beginning of dance class today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't. Why this girl?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Because this was her first time at dance and I really wanted to make her feel like she had a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving aside the fact that she shared her good deed of the day probably with the hopes of getting a pat on the back, I just think she's really great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8177185408053419530?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8177185408053419530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8177185408053419530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8177185408053419530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8177185408053419530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-love-mster.html' title='Why I love Mster!'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-7482690133259796122</id><published>2010-01-10T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:11:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>Overheard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Mster. I want some almonds. Can you open some for me?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Well...I want you to practise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-7482690133259796122?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/7482690133259796122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=7482690133259796122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7482690133259796122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7482690133259796122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6141255032092817359</id><published>2010-01-09T06:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:59:57.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather go to a birthday party or to the dentist?</title><content type='html'>Lster has a birthday party today. Mster has  dentist appointment. They are both very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lster ran into the room at 6AM this morning shouting "Its a 6 on my clock. Lets go to the party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster came in shortly later, dressed. When I asked why she exclaimed she was worried she would be late for the dentist. She is currently coloring a picture for her dentist and proclaiming that her teeth hurt...alot...so its really good that I got her an appointment. (FTR its a checkup and we've had no real mention of teeth hurting previously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a FUN day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I did eventually find the Christmas Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS - I've had a sore throat for over a week now. Its now travelling to the right side of my head towards my ear. That's bad, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6141255032092817359?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6141255032092817359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6141255032092817359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6141255032092817359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6141255032092817359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-rather-go-to-birthday-party.html' title='Would you rather go to a birthday party or to the dentist?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1676049288180854563</id><published>2009-12-15T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:45:20.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit. I'm not a grinch by any means. I'm super excited about the presents we are giving this year. I'm super excited for all the festivities but I just can't seem to actually get into the swing of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought maybe when its December. But December came and I still wasn't feeling festive. Then I thought if we decorated but we decorated and I still wasn't feeling festive. We made Christmas baking. We got all the presents. I even started wrapping last night. I just can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning I started to clean. Really really clean. I cleaned out the fridge. I cleaned a bathroom. I cleaned the kids rooms. And magically I started to feel better. I'm eager to attack the rest of the house to see if I can be in full blown Christmas cheer by the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1676049288180854563?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1676049288180854563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1676049288180854563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1676049288180854563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1676049288180854563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit-where-art-thou.html' title='Christmas Spirit, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6218793456256342405</id><published>2009-12-05T06:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:09:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puj Tub</title><content type='html'>I'm not good at trying new things. I'm one of those people that likes what she likes so why bother fixing whats not broken. But my static ways have slowly been changing this year with my introduction to couponing. I've tried a couple of new products because they were free and I now don't know how I lived without them. So I'm growing and I actually am starting to like to try out new products (or at least new to me). And it is with this newfound love of trying out new things that I agreed to product test some products so that others could hear about great new products that they might not normally think of buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month of so ago I offered to try out the new Puj Tub. All I knew was that it was a baby bath tub. Last thursday I recieved my Puj Tub in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411940468929771650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxsTLsweuII/AAAAAAAACvE/-TbIY5qcsDU/s320/PB300027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the concept is pretty AWESOME!! It stores flat and easily assembles into a bath tub that fits in your sink. Its so easy my 5 year old figured it out without any help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411940473057518898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxsTL8InJTI/AAAAAAAACvM/UuKV5iYB_Sk/s320/PB300021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how the tub fit snugly and didn't move around. Part of it was the size of the bath tub and part of it is what the puj tub is made out of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a new parent bathing your child can be very daunting. I'm a parent of 3 and I have to admit that I still wanted Csters help with bathing Kster when he was first born. I'm always worried that the baby's going to slip right out of my hands. I'm worried about their head. I'm worried about their belly button, or their circumcision. I'm just worried. This bathtub, would, I feel, eleviate a lot of that fear. There is so little water actually in the tub that you could bathe a newborn in their without worrying about getting the stump wet. And I think its so snug you wouldn't have to fear supporting the head the entire time you were bathing your baby. (Kster's past the floppy head stage so its hard for me to judge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411941569295648242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxsULv8JhfI/AAAAAAAACvU/YvUve1l7HX0/s320/PB300019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411941574960304338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxsUMFCtUNI/AAAAAAAACvc/HDqaVsBrL2c/s320/PB300023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So onto the practicality of the product. As AWESOME as I think it is, the bath tub did not work for us. The product says its for babies aged 0-6 months but as you can see my 3 month old Kster is way to big for the tub. He's holding onto the faucet and to get him in and out I had to maneuver around the faucet. There really wasn't enough water in there once Kian got in to do any bathing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I later tried the Puj in my kitchen sink. It worked better. I could move the faucet away from the Puj and it fit a little nicer but Kster was still too big to actually get water onto him. Again, little water is something you want with a really young baby. You can see the holes just beside him that let all the water out if you try to fill it too high. (And I didn't want to get him naked again to try it out. Its freezing here in Colorado.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411950597981227922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxscZSaiS5I/AAAAAAAACvo/P6AXtXDQzX8/s320/PC010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my final verdict. I would definately use this bathtub with a newborn but the age range is really not that realistic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a picture of us product testers to prove we're real. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411950609055277682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxscZ7qy4nI/AAAAAAAACvw/PP8ScIGNs_Y/s320/PB300035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the Puj Tub for yourself at the new web site exclusively for &lt;a href="http://www.babybathtubs.com/"&gt;baby bath tubs!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6218793456256342405?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6218793456256342405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6218793456256342405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6218793456256342405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6218793456256342405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/12/puj-tub.html' title='Puj Tub'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SxsTLsweuII/AAAAAAAACvE/-TbIY5qcsDU/s72-c/PB300027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8570151488762558888</id><published>2009-12-04T09:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:43:03.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the store</title><content type='html'>The other day I had to go to a certain store to pick up a prescription. Kster had spent the entire night either crying, throwing up, or wanting to be in the perfect position on me to sleep. Usually he is an awesome sleeper so this was highly unusual and meant that when he wanted to take a 3 hour morning nap, I let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a 3 hour morning nap means shopping in the afternoon with all 3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived, and I picked up my prescription. Mster said she had to go to the bathroom and Lster then yelled "I HAVE TO GO PEEPEE TOO!!" (FTR he's not potty trained, by his own stubberness). So off we went. I couldn't even get the troops organized because once we opened the bathroom door they both ran to separate stalls, locked the door and proceeded to go. Both of them. I'm deciding maybe I need to try a different technique with Lster in potty training. Instead of staying home for a few days we are going to just hang out at the store for a few days because he will only go to the bathroom in a public restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bathoom adventure we went to the womens' delicates to get me some nylons. While trying to find them Lster decided to kick his boot as high as he could off his foot. It came down on a display of lingerie underwear which showered upon him producing peels of 3 year old laughter. I finally found the nylons and while I was trying to find the perfect pair as fast as I could, Mster turned around and found the thong display. "Hey mom...look...swimming underwear. I need some swimming underwear. pleeeaaaaase."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8570151488762558888?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8570151488762558888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8570151488762558888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8570151488762558888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8570151488762558888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-at-store.html' title='A day at the store'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4410206248156214299</id><published>2009-12-01T19:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:13:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>I never really had a phobia. There are things I don't like but I breathe a bit and get through it and move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I found my phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my storage room and smelt something rank. I knew. I knew we had a dead mouse. I had to clean the room out because we were having guests coming that night and they needed a place to sleep that wasn't filled with the stench of rotting rodent carcass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started moving stuff around and I found the mouse. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; dead. I screamed. I threw a suitcase in the direction of the mouse and ran away, crying, up the stairs to the kitchen where my daughter looked at me with the widest eyes possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see something scary Mom?" she asked. I gasped out "yes" and continued to hyperventilate. I calmed down enough to realize that I would not be able to dispose of the dead creature. Just thinking about it made my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;palpitate&lt;/span&gt; at an unhealthy rate. So I called some friends whose husband is sometimes home during the day but there was no answer. I called a couple of other people whose husbands do shift work in hopes that somebody would be home. With every call I got support from the woman but no husband. She told me I could do it and gave me a big pep talk full of ideas on how to get rid of it without having to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mster&lt;/span&gt; watched me the entire time. At one point she opened the knife door and suggested that she take a knife and stab it just carry it outside. Yep she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cster&lt;/span&gt; too but he was trying to get everything done at the office because he was already taking the rest of the week off. He suggested that I let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mster&lt;/span&gt; dispose of it if I was really freaking out (which I was) and she wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mster&lt;/span&gt; that she was going to be the lucky girl to get rid of the mouse. Immediately her face fell and her eyes started filling and my heart broke. Of course I didn't make her do it but that still left me with only me to do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I armed myself with a broom covered in a plastic bag, a cardboard box and a piece of heavy paper and made my way to the basement bedroom. When I got into the bedroom (the storage room is off the bedroom) I again started to hyperventilate and cry and turned right around and ran (yes ran) back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went through the Church phone list desperate to find somebody who would be home and a name popped up and I called him and he said he would be right over. When he came I gave him all my "tools". He looked at me like I was on crack and asked for 2 paper towels. I looked at him like he was on crack and gave him 2 paper towels. He did the job and I was ever so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I now know I have a serious fear of dead mice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4410206248156214299?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4410206248156214299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4410206248156214299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4410206248156214299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4410206248156214299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/12/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3300863924909209664</id><published>2009-11-20T14:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:44:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futility</title><content type='html'>Lster or Mster: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mom  can you...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are going to have to speak up. I can't hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Lster or Mster: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOM!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can you.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation I just had while typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: What day is it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Mster: um...what day is it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Mster: No Lster, its going to be Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Mom, what day is it going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Me: When?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: on Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Oh it will be Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: No it will be Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: What day was it yesterday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3300863924909209664?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3300863924909209664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3300863924909209664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3300863924909209664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3300863924909209664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/futility.html' title='Futility'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3313319122293802756</id><published>2009-11-15T19:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:51:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Create</title><content type='html'>We do not have cable. We do not have direct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. We do not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;. But what we do have is an antennae. We watch a lot of PBS. We like the cooking shows. Well, we like most of the cooking shows. Some of them are interesting and educational and some of them make us look at each other and say, "really", like the &lt;a href="http://www.createtv.com/CreateProgram.nsf/vHosts/Andreas%20Viestad"&gt;guy from Norway &lt;/a&gt;that picked a bunch of vegetables and blended them with a raw egg and called it vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me write a post about the Create series on PBS is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mster&lt;/span&gt; loves to watch the cooking shows too. She asks for them. She can recognize chefs by name. I even overheard her pretending to be &lt;a href="http://www.createtv.com/CreateProgram.nsf/vHosts/Katie%20Brown"&gt;Katie Brown &lt;/a&gt;during a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt; (The other girl just looked at her like she was crazy). I just think its awesome to see her develop a passion. She loves to cook and loves to be in the kitchen. And she's good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were in the Health Clinic to get the kids shots and they had the Food Network on. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mster&lt;/span&gt; to check it out and that it was like another version of Create. I watched it with her for awhile but it soon lost both of our attention. It was not as great as PBS. It made me happy for our antennae which introduced us to a world of small, but wonderful, choices in daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3313319122293802756?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3313319122293802756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3313319122293802756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3313319122293802756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3313319122293802756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/create.html' title='Create'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-216574514317401182</id><published>2009-10-30T06:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:00:46.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Deals are just too Good</title><content type='html'>I've slowly been getting back into getting some good deals. This week is a week of inspiration. Thanks to the help of my good friend I scored some extra coupons and am planning on some crazy deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stopped off at the store to get a headstart. Here's what I scored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 rubber gloves&lt;br /&gt;1 can evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;1 gatorade&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes swiss miss chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1 activia yogurt pact (4ct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for $1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to going back today for other deals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-216574514317401182?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/216574514317401182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=216574514317401182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/216574514317401182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/216574514317401182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-deals-are-just-too-good.html' title='Sometimes Deals are just too Good'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-5449860156443946092</id><published>2009-10-28T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:29:39.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mster Musings</title><content type='html'>While changing Lsters bottom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: WOW...that is really smelly. Good thing you're a mom and you don't mind that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Is this all real?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is what real?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: This...Life.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep this life is all real.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Wow life is going by so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-5449860156443946092?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/5449860156443946092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=5449860156443946092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5449860156443946092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5449860156443946092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/10/mster-musings.html' title='Mster Musings'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3617345069439358347</id><published>2009-10-19T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:57:30.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days are not your own.</title><content type='html'>I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost 11pm and I haven't showered yet today. I should probably go do that since I see no reprieve tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to potty train again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point today I had all three kids in the bathroom with me. Lster was on the little toilet. Mster was doing her homework. I was feeding Kster. I turned away from Lster to help Mster with a question. I turned back to see a fountain spray getting all over Lster, the pillow I was using to nurse, the floor, the toy Lster was playing with, and I think you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add a little irony to the day...while calling Cster to announce his triumph of actually using the potty, Lster peed himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3617345069439358347?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3617345069439358347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3617345069439358347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3617345069439358347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3617345069439358347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-days-are-not-your-own.html' title='Some days are not your own.'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4610649483590334952</id><published>2009-10-14T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:16:53.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lster "Wuvs" Halloween</title><content type='html'>Lster is cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its his birthday this saturday. It is also our church's halloween activity this friday night. We spent the better part of the afternoon trying to find supplies for both festivities. For the record I did 3 stores with 3 kids and lost my sanity at store #2. Also for the record I was not trying to be frugal (read cheap) by doing 3 stores, I could not find a costume for poor Lster anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So store #1 I thought I could get most party supplies and hopefully finish our halloween costumes. Didn't happen. No costume for Lster (he really wants to be Spiderman) and no makeup for Mster (she's going to be a glittery witch). Also no great supplies for a  3 year olds Soccer party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store #2 Here's hoping...spiderman costume has a big ol' full head mask and there is a strict no mask policy (and apparently a no cross dressing policy) for friday night and I didn't want him to have a half a costume  so no go. Although this store's spiderman had built in super huge muscles. This made me laugh. Super huge muscles and Toby do not go together. We did however find a soccer ball pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the subject heading comes in (for those that were wondering where this was going). Lster had no clue what a pinata was. I explained it to him. "Lster, you fill it with candy and you hand it up and you whack it as hard as you can until all the candy falls out." With a big grin he announces "he wuvs halloween", followed by a procession of all the other things he "wuvs": soccer, candy, spiderman, his friends, etc. Oh he makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll just leave it at that. Store #3 was a success at finding his spiderman costume. It also produced some glitter makeup but I would like to publicly state that there is a severe lack of glitter makeup this year. I should not have to buy 10$ worth of face makeup just to get a small tube of glitter in a combo pack and this should not be my only option. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off to charge my camera for our "wuv" fest this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4610649483590334952?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4610649483590334952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4610649483590334952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4610649483590334952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4610649483590334952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/10/lster-wuvs-halloween.html' title='Lster &quot;Wuvs&quot; Halloween'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4092457830411005530</id><published>2009-10-09T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:19:13.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise and Shakes</title><content type='html'>Sometime during this past pregnancy I longed for the day when I wasn't tired and could actually move my body anyway I wanted. It was at this point that I decided the moment I felt ready to start exercising again, I would. And it wasn't just going to be a little running or walking. I wanted to get in shape. I didn't just want to lose the weight I wanted to be strong and have energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began my patient wait to start &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.beachbody.com"&gt;p90x.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cster had boughten it last spring and we decided that when I was ready we would do it together. That day was 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving exercising everyday and I am loving exercising everyday with my husband. Its really fun. Its kicking my butt. Although I have to admit I'm trying really hard to be smart and not let it kill me because I do have 3 kids to take care of during the day one of whom likes to be held all...the...time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kster he started out a sleepy baby (like most are) but soon turned into the crying baby. He would sleep but during the day he sure liked to cry and cry and cry. He expecially liked to cry at 6pm. We could set our watches to his crying. The doctor told me to stop eating dairy, caffeine and chocolate. After one week we've seen a serious improvement in Ksters demeaner. Its not perfect yet but he's at least not screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...this means that I can't eat cereal in the morning (or anyother time for that matter). I'd been thinking of eating protein shakes like Cster but they honestly scared me a little. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to start. So for the past 3 days I've been drinking protein shakes with spinach and I have to admit they are not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 scoop of protein powder&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 handfuls of spinach&lt;br /&gt;orange juice&lt;br /&gt;ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic ingrediant in this mixture is ice. The first day even though my oj was cold the shake was too tepid. Now with the ice its much easier to get down. Its my green slushie. Mmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4092457830411005530?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4092457830411005530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4092457830411005530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4092457830411005530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4092457830411005530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/10/exercise-and-shakes.html' title='Exercise and Shakes'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8754800845533546827</id><published>2009-09-29T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:18:04.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SsIy_uw98_I/AAAAAAAACgU/EipzlNGg-LA/s1600-h/Weiss+Visit+Sept+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386924174755099634" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SsIy9c4RQVI/AAAAAAAACf8/tmh9SGl0_gY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8754800845533546827?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8754800845533546827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8754800845533546827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8754800845533546827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8754800845533546827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SsIy_uw98_I/AAAAAAAACgU/EipzlNGg-LA/s72-c/Weiss+Visit+Sept+2009+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-1461848392965882566</id><published>2009-09-22T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:24:18.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times They Are A Changing</title><content type='html'>Mster is going to a charter school. She's in Kindergarten. I don't remember how I got to and from kindergarten but I do remember that for most of my school age life I either walked or took the school bus to school. Since Mster's school doesn't bus kids its up to the parents to pick up and drop off their kids. Carpooling is encouraged but I don't know anybody so we are flying solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the organized chaos that is getting  your child to and from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All children are given a number. The number is on a card that you need to bring when you come to pick up  your child. You show them your card, they give you kid. Most days this is not a big deal. You drive up (sometimes I drive aways away and walk up and we walk back to the car) and wait in the car line as they put the kindergarteners into cars one by one. But on friday the school has early release so the whole school gets let out at the same time. The lineup to pick up your kid is blocks and blocks long. The same thing goes for dropping off your kid. I do not do the car line. We park close by and walk up and I can walk her right to her classroom. But if I did the car line I would be in a line blocks and blocks long. I would pull up right in front of the school and a teacher would get the kid out of the car and make sure they are walking inside the gate to the door to the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously remember standing by myself waiting for the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times they are a changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-1461848392965882566?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1461848392965882566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=1461848392965882566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1461848392965882566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/1461848392965882566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/times-they-are-changing.html' title='The Times They Are A Changing'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2937191264461332275</id><published>2009-09-10T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:04:29.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are getting better</title><content type='html'>We had a rough bit with Mster when Kster was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized why awhile ago and things are starting to get better. They aren't there yet but at least I recognize where her frustration is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her frustration is coming from her precious 5 year old head that she was going to take care of the baby. So when Kster and I came home and she wasn't able to put clothes on him and change his diaper or be allowed to hold him without supervision or be allowed to take him up to her room to "play", she got frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kster's older. There isn't a big black knob threatening to ooze until it randomnly falls off that we have to worry about. She can hold him with me sitting beside her now and not with me holding him also.  She's figured out that she's the only one that can sing and jingle a very annoying toy at him that sometimes calms him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's figuring out the big sister role just as we're figuring out everything else involved in having 3 kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2937191264461332275?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2937191264461332275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2937191264461332275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2937191264461332275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2937191264461332275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-are-getting-better.html' title='Things are getting better'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8856301940658458873</id><published>2009-09-08T14:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:57:05.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are always good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really felt like I had anything to post about lately. This, I find humorous because we've increased our household recently and there are always baby poop and puke stories. We've sent our oldest to Kindergarten and well there are things going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379201645887420706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SqbDZY5Q-SI/AAAAAAAACeo/SO7sH1nGUdw/s320/Weiss+Visit+Sept+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379203152827740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SqbExGr1cBI/AAAAAAAACfQ/teOzici1NCA/s320/Weiss+Visit+Sept+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379202352138332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SqbECf4mp-I/AAAAAAAACfI/ZUKzV9G60-E/s320/Weiss+Visit+Sept+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8856301940658458873?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8856301940658458873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8856301940658458873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8856301940658458873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8856301940658458873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-are-always-good.html' title='Pictures are always good.'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpJUeCOdkEo/SqbDZY5Q-SI/AAAAAAAACeo/SO7sH1nGUdw/s72-c/Weiss+Visit+Sept+2009+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2708466387350739905</id><published>2009-08-23T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:18:41.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 5</title><content type='html'>We have a Kster. We like him. We've decided to keep him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2708466387350739905?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2708466387350739905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2708466387350739905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2708466387350739905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2708466387350739905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-then-there-were-5.html' title='And then there were 5'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6518865893832242273</id><published>2009-08-14T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:15:51.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going to happen with 3 kids?</title><content type='html'>Mster: Lster's going to poke something into my nose and I don't want him to.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't poke anything into Mster's nose Lster.&lt;br /&gt;Lster. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6518865893832242273?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6518865893832242273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6518865893832242273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6518865893832242273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6518865893832242273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-going-to-happen-with-3-kids.html' title='What&apos;s going to happen with 3 kids?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-5710341212734065611</id><published>2009-08-13T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:42:26.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Right now we are playing the waiting game. Some days I have this ridiculous burst of energy and desire to get everything done and other days I can barely make it from the shower to the bed. Today is a desire to get everything done day. I've already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;done 3 loads of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned the front hall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned the living room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned the fridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned a bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed the baby's car seat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;written a grocery list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm still going. But yesterday I couldn't move. I'm very interested to see what the doctor says today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-5710341212734065611?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/5710341212734065611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=5710341212734065611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5710341212734065611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5710341212734065611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8738644172989715767</id><published>2009-08-10T20:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:57:06.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending more than 20$</title><content type='html'>I was a little shocked at my bill tonight when I went grocery shopping. I didn't do a full trip and was only getting some items that were on sale or we really needed. My bill came to 45$ and then I sat and thought about it and realized I didn't do too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 lbs boneless skinless chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;3 lbs of strawberries&lt;br /&gt;8 bananas&lt;br /&gt;1 cantaloupe&lt;br /&gt;6 cans of black beans&lt;br /&gt;6 small containers of Haagen Daas&lt;br /&gt;5 bottles of Santa Cruz Organic Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;6 quarts of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes of ice cream treats (2o fudge bars, 20 something else)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8738644172989715767?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8738644172989715767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8738644172989715767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8738644172989715767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8738644172989715767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/spending-more-than-20.html' title='Spending more than 20$'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6241628118946331156</id><published>2009-08-09T07:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:14:00.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lster and his snacks</title><content type='html'>Lster does not like lunch or dinner. He likes snacks. If you call his meal a snack he is way more likely to eat it than if you announce it as a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Lster...its lunchtime. Lets have peanut butter sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;Lster: No I don't want lunch, I want a snack.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. Lets have a snack. How about peanut butter sandwiches?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6241628118946331156?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6241628118946331156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6241628118946331156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6241628118946331156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6241628118946331156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/lster-and-his-snacks.html' title='Lster and his snacks'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8190727762490874900</id><published>2009-08-09T06:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:06:24.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mster Musings</title><content type='html'>I deemed the last few days cleaning days for Mster and Lster. Lster is pretty good at cleaning (for the most part) but Mster hears "clean", "tidy", "put away" and immediately curls up in a ball and shakes and puts up her "cleaning is the hardest thing in the world" front. As you can imagine this made the last few days a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended yesterday morning when I told Lster and Mster that they had to clean the basement (their toy area) by lunch or they couldn't go to a BBQ at the park later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster would randomnly come upstairs and share special musings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Mom I can't clean anymore. It makes me so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Yes. Cleaning makes me think of my cousins and they moved away and it makes me so sad so I can't clean anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How exactly does that make you think of your cousins?&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Well...they LOVE to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any of you believe that a family of kids ranging from 9-16 LOVES to clean you would probably be wrong. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8190727762490874900?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8190727762490874900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8190727762490874900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8190727762490874900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8190727762490874900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/mster-musings.html' title='Mster Musings'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6046023437214487289</id><published>2009-08-05T13:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:06:17.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I get my deals?</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of ways that I get good deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is that I live in the US and we have way more coupons than up in Canada.  Then, I am very aware of the different grocery stores in my area and what deals they have every week. I, for the most part, buy the produce that is on sale that week. We still get a variety because every week is usually different and my family eats a ton of fruit and vegetables. I then match the deals of the store to what coupons I have and voila...free stuff or cheap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toothbrush is normally 1.99$ each (on average). But...routinely one of the local grocery stores will put them on sale for .99$ each. And then I will have a coupon for .50$ or .75$ off a toothbrush. Most of the grocery stores in my area double coupons up to a dollar. So a .25$ coupon is really .50$. A .50$ is really a $1 and a .75$ is really a $1. So that coupon that you think is only worth .50$ is really worth a dollar and I use it at the grocery store when the toothbrush is a dollar and that is how I get free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am part of a coupon group which I never thought I would ever do and we meet once a week the day after the grocery deals come out. We go through the ads and figure out what is the best deals and what we have coupons for. Then we trade coupons. For ex: Some people are brand specific for toothpaste so they trade all their crest coupons to somebody who doesn't want colgate toothpaste. You end up getting more coupons for the same item. So instead of 1 toothpaste you might get 2 or 3 free ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting  a bunch of stuff lately at Target. I'm not sure Canada even has Target yet let alone SuperTargets but Target allows you to match a Target coupon with a manufacturers coupon. (There a bunch of grocery stores here that allow you to do that). Here is an example of something I did at Target last week. A few weeks ago I was shopping at Target and with my receipt the cashier gave me a Target coupon for a buy 1 get 1 free Smuckers Ice Cream topping. I knew that I had some Smuckers coupons. So...the next time I went to Target I checked out how much their syrops were. I got the biggest kind and they were 2.26$ each. I grabbed a caramel and chocolate. At the register it came to 4.52$. I handed over my Target coupon which took off 2.26$. I then handed over 2 manufacturers coupons for $1 each. That makes my bill for  caramel and chocolate syrop .26$ or 13 cents each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps that I have friends that are into saving too. There is a new store that I just haven't had a chance to get to. A good friend is going today and is going to get me a box of peaches (.39/pound) and a box of pears (.33/pound) and grapes (.59/pound).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how you get deals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6046023437214487289?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6046023437214487289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6046023437214487289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6046023437214487289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6046023437214487289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-get-my-deals.html' title='How I get my deals?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3071859538174400381</id><published>2009-08-05T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:38:58.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Years Supply - Toothbrushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Toothbrushes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 26 adult toothbrushes. (way more than a years supply for 2 adults)&lt;br /&gt;They were all free.&lt;br /&gt;The kids bathroom has become my storage for all things bathroom supply related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3071859538174400381?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3071859538174400381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3071859538174400381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3071859538174400381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3071859538174400381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/years-supply-toothbrushes.html' title='Years Supply - Toothbrushes'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4113417923110348942</id><published>2009-08-05T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:10:11.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Years Supply - Paper Towels</title><content type='html'>I've decided that for now I'm going to do a post per item. I'll tell you how many we have and how I got them and where I've put them. I think those are the main questions with regards to food/supply storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I need?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you get (insert product here)?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paper Towels&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 20 paper towel rolls at Target. They are Bounty Basic rolls. I figure that's just under 2 rolls a month and last year I bought a big package from Costco and we still have some of those left so this might even last us more. The paper towels cost me between free and .25$ each. Target has single rolls of paper towels on sale for $1. I used a 25 cent manufacturers coupon and a 50 cent Target coupon. The free ones are too complicated to try and write out but its the same concept of matching coupons. I've put the majority in my garage and a bunch in each bathroom closet so that I can be lazy and don't have to go hunting for a roll when I decide to wash mirrors. Oh and there is always a roll under the kitchen sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4113417923110348942?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4113417923110348942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4113417923110348942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4113417923110348942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4113417923110348942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-years-supply-paper-towels.html' title='My Years Supply - Paper Towels'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6439335486798906756</id><published>2009-08-05T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:02:46.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deals of the Week!</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I've posted some good deals lately. I've been dealing with school starting and supplies and uniforms summer reading lists and being 9 months and a house that is never clean and kids who want to play outside (as they should) and lots and lots of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have gotten some good deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 pencils .01$&lt;br /&gt;free shampoo&lt;br /&gt;Kleenex  - I bought 13 boxes of tissue which I consider a years supply over the past 2 weeks. I got the good kind with lotion added for around .50$ or less a box.&lt;br /&gt;5 tubes of toothpaste - free&lt;br /&gt;6 bottles of Santa Cruz Organic Lemonades - free&lt;br /&gt;more ice cream - free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6439335486798906756?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6439335486798906756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6439335486798906756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6439335486798906756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6439335486798906756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/deals-of-week.html' title='Deals of the Week!'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6305864105944627980</id><published>2009-08-03T10:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:06:22.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>I can't remember if we've ever actually gone out for our anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cster&lt;/span&gt; cooks. And here is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq'd&lt;/span&gt; Sirloin Steaks&lt;br /&gt;Sourdough bread Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq'd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Prosciutto&lt;/span&gt; wrapped peach slices&lt;br /&gt;homemade peach sorbet with fresh raspberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this meal cost us under $45 (not that it really matters) and was more delicious than anything we could have ordered at a restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6305864105944627980?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6305864105944627980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6305864105944627980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6305864105944627980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6305864105944627980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversaries.html' title='Anniversaries'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2138981645612705374</id><published>2009-08-03T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:36:32.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Because I don't want to"</title><content type='html'>Lster's response everytime he says "no" and I ask "why?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2138981645612705374?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2138981645612705374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2138981645612705374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2138981645612705374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2138981645612705374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-i-dont-want-to.html' title='&quot;Because I don&apos;t want to&quot;'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-5719352839959948469</id><published>2009-07-29T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:46:37.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Obama</title><content type='html'>Mster has always referred to President Obama as Rock Obama. Whenever she sees his picture she points and shouts out his name in glee and excitement that she recognizes someone in mainstream media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while we were driving to the library Mster informed me that she was mistaken and we did not just pass by Rock Obama's house. I asked her what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mster: No mom, I was wrong. It wasn't his house. That one was red and white.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...okay. Are you saying this because Barrack Obama lives in a white house.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: I just told you that wasn't his house.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright. And by the way his name is BArrack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Rock Obama&lt;br /&gt;Me: No BArrack Obama&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Rock Obama&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ba&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Ba&lt;br /&gt;Me: rack&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Rack.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Barrack Obama&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Rocko Obama&lt;br /&gt;Me: There's a B in the front. Barrack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Mster: Barrack Obama?&lt;br /&gt;Lster: Rock Obama. Rock Obama. Rock Obama. ROCK OHHH...BAMA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-5719352839959948469?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/5719352839959948469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=5719352839959948469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5719352839959948469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/5719352839959948469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-obama.html' title='Rock Obama'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-8972267335956663615</id><published>2009-07-28T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:56:50.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year's Supply of...</title><content type='html'>As I've been working on finding good deals and using coupons and such I've decided to start getting a years supply of (enter product here) for as many items as will store for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mormon and we are encouraged to have a year's supply of food and necessessities for whenever and whatever might happen. Whenever I think about getting a years supply of anything I remember being a missionary in DC and being ask to guest teach a univeristy class on comparitive religion. At the end of the class we (the missionaries) opened it up to questions. Most of the questions were moral based. Do you believe in euthanasia? What is your position on...? Then one lady raises her hand and says..."what's up with the years supply thing. My neighbor has a basement full of food. That's weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not weird. I know of many people who have lived off of their food storage when times have gotten tough, jobs lost, etc. And so...I've decided to work on it. When I get a great deal, I buy lots of it (if it will keep) and I realized today we are doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have an active list in my sidebar so I can keep track of what I have. I'll start putting it together in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-8972267335956663615?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8972267335956663615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=8972267335956663615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8972267335956663615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/8972267335956663615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/years-supply-of.html' title='A Year&apos;s Supply of...'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-3421886569960274734</id><published>2009-07-25T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:03:44.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Clip Update</title><content type='html'>Um...I don't know what to say but its crazy beyond my imagination. I mean I guess I could be making thousands of clips and have a staff or something but for me just sitting on my couch making clips to one store the success has been phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a little break this spring and finally got motivated to make more clips in June. Bella had been asking for a sports line for a few months and I realized it was time I got my act together and started making some more product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I worked my tail off and brought them what I thought was a reasonable amount of clips. They loved them and made some more requests for new hair clips. I then got super motivated and a week later I came in with over 120 clips I had made in the past week. Some of them were new clips and some were to restock items they had sold recently. They bought them all and made even more requests for different styles of new clips.  I got to work again and called the store to set up a time to bring them the clips but apparently in the week or 2 where I had brought in all the other clips they had sold out of a bunch of them. So I went in that afternoon and took inventory to see what they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went in with around 70 clips and they yet again made more suggestions on clips they wanted me to start making. I went home a pretty happy girl and started making dinner. The phone rang and it was the store. They wanted to tell me that a lady had just come in and bought out a complete style (I had just brought it in a few hours earlier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to take a night off and get some other things done but I'll be at it again on Monday filling the orders they just keep placing. I can't even imagine what I would do right now with another store to stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a link to the store on the right hand side bar. Check them out! Good prices and GREAT people. They will eventually do online purchasing and I know they are going to include my line in that endeavor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-3421886569960274734?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3421886569960274734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=3421886569960274734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3421886569960274734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/3421886569960274734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/hair-clip-update.html' title='Hair Clip Update'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-4973319095323388243</id><published>2009-07-24T07:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:39:26.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that only work at a 5 year old bday party</title><content type='html'>When it came time for cake I couldn't find anything to light the candles with. Other adults in the room distracted the children with a game of "who likes...?" while I franctically ran (read: waddled) around the house opening drawers and cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I came downstairs and said "Who likes to play pretend?" Every 5 year old girl yelled a resounding YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled out a plastic french fry and introduced everybody to my "match". I "lit" the candles, we sang Happy Birthday and Mster blew them all out.  We cut the cake and nobody made any comment about the fact that there wasn't actually fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-4973319095323388243?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4973319095323388243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=4973319095323388243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4973319095323388243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/4973319095323388243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-only-work-at-5-year-old.html' title='Things that only work at a 5 year old bday party'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-6137784927558066966</id><published>2009-07-19T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:22:08.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was that again?</title><content type='html'>Today Mster and I were talking about Adam and Eve. I asked her which garden they were in (she gets all the gardens confused) and she hummed and hahhed for a bit. I told her it was the name of her good friends little sister to which she immediately shouted out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GARDEN OF ASPEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this will probably be more funny to those of you that know the family because her friend really does have a littler sister called Aspen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-6137784927558066966?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/6137784927558066966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=6137784927558066966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6137784927558066966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/6137784927558066966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-was-that-again.html' title='Where was that again?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-7524390267066983515</id><published>2009-07-19T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:05:45.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake?</title><content type='html'>Apparently there was a record broken this weekend for the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090719/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_world_s_largest_cupcake;_ylt=ApRARaQ9JiOaFKr53kvY4C8DW7oF"&gt;worlds largest cupcake&lt;/a&gt;. Not to be picky about it but isn't a cupcake just a smaller version of a cake, like lets say about a cup? So anything bigger than an average cupcake could probably fall into the category of oh, I don't know...cake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-7524390267066983515?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/7524390267066983515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=7524390267066983515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7524390267066983515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/7524390267066983515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/cupcake.html' title='Cupcake?'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18016245.post-2009286339289317338</id><published>2009-07-19T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:58:24.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to read</title><content type='html'>I like to read. I don't always read as much as I'd like. I let other priorities get in the way but I do enjoy a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obit_mccourt"&gt;The author of a book I enjoy died today&lt;/a&gt;. Frank McCourt. I really liked Angela's Ashes. I'm also the type of person that if I like a book by an author I will read everything else they've written too. I enjoyed his other books, Tis and Teacherman, but I liked Angela's Ashes best. I read it years and years ago and it was like nothing I had every read. It was depressing. It was interesting. It was voyerism. It was a world I knew nothing of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read it are in the mood for a depressing biography of an ordinary boy living in Limerick, Ireland with a drunk of a father, a desperate mother, a house full of siblings and some catholic priests than read away in his memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18016245-2009286339289317338?l=squishyburrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2009286339289317338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18016245&amp;postID=2009286339289317338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2009286339289317338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18016245/posts/default/2009286339289317338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyburrito.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-to-read.html' title='I like to read'/><author><name>Squishy Burrito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07023832605331135272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpFUERFMENY/TcDDs6rjV-I/AAAAAAAAEYs/Bml26wH78U0/s220/Valentine-114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
