<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513</id><updated>2010-02-28T08:56:47.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascot Manor</title><subtitle type='html'>Notes about my day, Marc's day, the kids' day, and sometimes the &lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/archives/2008/01/perfect_pancake_1.html"&gt;Perfect Pancake Puff&lt;/a&gt;.  Just depends on my mood.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-5879873696894479771</id><published>2010-02-28T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:56:47.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Before-Life</title><content type='html'>We were watching a movie the other night for Movie Night and I mentioned that Marc and I saw it in the theater when it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will:  Who took care of me and Signa?  Gwamma?&lt;br /&gt;Us:  Will, you weren't born yet.&lt;br /&gt;Will: (after some contemplating)  Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was noticing yesterday that William is now to the funny sayings stage and Signa is mostly out of it.  She now surprises us in the SMART things she says more so than the funny.  She notices things differently that I do.  Like I will notice something in a movie looks weird, but SHE notices that there are no contact shadows (and she even knows they are called contact shadows).  I did find a pices of paper yesterday, though, that she made.  It's about a 1/2 inch tall and about 5 inches wide and across it is written, "No, Will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" with explanation points running the full 5 inches.  I still don't really know why, but I imagine that pretty much sums up life at the Mascots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-5879873696894479771?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/5879873696894479771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=5879873696894479771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/5879873696894479771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/5879873696894479771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/02/before-life.html' title='The Before-Life'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-4324422802092045437</id><published>2010-01-30T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:56:27.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another Wonderful Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>My nephew Austin got all As in his freshman year in high school and is #2 in ranking for his class of 484.  Go, Austin, GO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me about Austin is that he's smart AND nice AND fun AND cool AND perfect.  Seriously, he is the greatest kid.  I am the luckiest aunt in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-4324422802092045437?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/4324422802092045437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=4324422802092045437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4324422802092045437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4324422802092045437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/and-another-wonderful-accomplishment.html' title='And Another Wonderful Accomplishment'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-2549209385110427425</id><published>2010-01-30T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:30:36.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange turns into Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Signa took her test for karate today and has now graduated from a white gi to a black one and now has a new purple belt. YAY SIGNA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/purple-belt-722362.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/purple-belt-722313.bmp" 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/2042543136310449513-2549209385110427425?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/2549209385110427425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=2549209385110427425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/2549209385110427425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/2549209385110427425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/orange-turns-into-purple.html' title='Orange turns into Purple'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-4111829279211224732</id><published>2010-01-27T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:13:41.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today’s Usborne Books and More Recommendations:</title><content type='html'>Today’s Usborne Books and More Recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the younger crowd (ages 7+), See Inside Math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=92852538&amp;amp;title=See+Inside+Math+IR&amp;amp;sqlwhere=submit%3Dsearch%26search%3Dsee%2Binside%2Bmath"&gt;http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=92852538&amp;amp;title=See+Inside+Math+IR&amp;amp;sqlwhere=submit%3Dsearch%26search%3Dsee%2Binside%2Bmath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the older, Illustrated Dictionary of Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=92852538&amp;amp;title=Illustrated+Dictionary+of+Math+%2D+IR&amp;amp;sqlwhere=Rank"&gt;http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=92852538&amp;amp;title=Illustrated+Dictionary+of+Math+%2D+IR&amp;amp;sqlwhere=Rank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these help make math less “numbery” and more about what it MEANS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, all book sales through Feb. 15 will count towards the funds for UNICEF that we are raising for Haiti earthquake victims.   In addition, I will be donating all of my commissions.  Send in your orders to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie at mascotmanor dot org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-4111829279211224732?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/4111829279211224732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=4111829279211224732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4111829279211224732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4111829279211224732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/todays-usborne-books-and-more.html' title='Today’s Usborne Books and More Recommendations:'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-4146353449270866124</id><published>2010-01-26T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:10:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnie Newman, Batman, Robin and Nothing at All About Pee Wee Herman</title><content type='html'>William was telling us about "Minnie Newman" who was found "in the box!"  "YOU KNOW!  MINNIE NEWMAN!  FROM THE BOX!"  It took many minutes to gather more details (what kind of box?  A BOX!  where was the box from?  THE GARAGE!  what does Minnie look like?  A BIG HEAD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about Marc's Alfred E. Neuman doll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William has also taken to calling Marc, "Batman" and insisting on everyone calling him, "Robin".  So here is a conversation I heard the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William (from the tub):  Batman?&lt;br /&gt;Marc (from the office):  Yes, Robin?&lt;br /&gt;William: Let's pretend you don't know Pee Wee Herman.&lt;br /&gt;Marc:  Um... okay...&lt;br /&gt;William:  Hey, Batman?  Do you know Pee Wee Herman?&lt;br /&gt;Marc:  Why, no, Robin, I don't. &lt;br /&gt;William:  Oh, Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went back to playing with the bath bubbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-4146353449270866124?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/4146353449270866124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=4146353449270866124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4146353449270866124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4146353449270866124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/minnie-newman-batman-robin-and-nothing.html' title='Minnie Newman, Batman, Robin and Nothing at All About Pee Wee Herman'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-1571230739532621635</id><published>2010-01-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:16:57.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS FOR HAITI</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about what *I* could do for the people in Haiti. I don’t have extra cash (that I’m willing to part with) and I don’t want to head off to Haiti to actually DO anything. But I can sell books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that they don’t need books there. Really, I do. So instead, I’m doing a book fair from now until February 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the amount we raise, anywhere from 10% to 50% of our sales will be donated to UNICEF, one of the organizations helping the earthquake victims. UNICEF focuses on children and that is why I’ve chosen them as our recipient. More than half the population of Haiti is children, and children suffer most in disasters such as this. I will be donating all of my own commissions, too. So there is no reason for you NOT to buy great books for the children in your lives AND be helping in Haiti. I’m sure you all know how great the books are, but if you would like to see some or get some recommendations, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a book fair, the order won’t be placed until February 16, so keep that in mind as you are shopping. If you need books sooner, I will still donate my commissions, but the other percentage won’t count to the book fair. Please place your order with me via email (rather than on the website) and I will send you an invoice. Start your shopping now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/ubah"&gt;http://www.mascotmanor.org/ubah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions? Please let me know! I’ll be sending out blasts with my favorite books over the next couple of weeks. The “must have” books for every child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start you off, here is my all-time favorite Usborne book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=90062167&amp;amp;emkt=2&amp;amp;title=Complete+Book+of+Farmyard+Tales+%28C%2FV%29+%2B+CD&amp;amp;sqlwhere=submit%3Dsearch%26search%3Dfarmyard"&gt;http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=90062167&amp;amp;emkt=2&amp;amp;title=Complete+Book+of+Farmyard+Tales+%28C%2FV%29+%2B+CD&amp;amp;sqlwhere=submit%3Dsearch%26search%3Dfarmyard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Complete Book of Farmyard Tales&lt;/strong&gt;: This book is a must-have for ages 0-5. In addition to the usual (good stories, good price tag, wonderful pictures) this book is a quality bound book with a ribbon for a bookmark (I really don’t know why this is so loved, but all kids seem to adore this feature. Each page features a hidden duck (making the little ones focus on THAT page instead of just wanting to turn turn turn). It’s a dual reader, so that the top line is easier reading for learners- or faster paced story for tiny ones- and the bottom lines are good for mom or dad to read or to skip until they are older. It also comes with a CD where each story is read aloud and wonderful music. We enjoy the book now for even the 7-year-old and 3-year-old, as the big one read to the little one (and develops more reading confidence in being able to do so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have older kids and are past this stage, here is my recommendation for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=90062167&amp;amp;emkt=2&amp;amp;title=Conspiracy+365+January&amp;amp;sqlwhere=rank"&gt;http://www.myubam.com/ecommerce/details.asp?sid=J2614&amp;amp;gid=90062167&amp;amp;emkt=2&amp;amp;title=Conspiracy+365+January&amp;amp;sqlwhere=rank &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conspiracy 365&lt;/strong&gt; (JANUARY): This is the first in the new Usborne series for ages 10 and up. It’s a fascinating mystery series that will feature 12 books (one each month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recommendations coming… stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/ubah"&gt;http://www.mascotmanor.org/ubah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/ubah"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-1571230739532621635?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/1571230739532621635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=1571230739532621635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/1571230739532621635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/1571230739532621635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/books-for-haiti.html' title='BOOKS FOR HAITI'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-4880634183613727406</id><published>2010-01-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:40:30.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid Hitchhikers</title><content type='html'>Today we were playing Apples to Apples and when Paul was reading the cards thrown down for something, Signa complained because he didn't read the one she put down that clearly should have won.  He went back through and read them all again and she said, "NO!  Mine was Afraid Hitchhikers."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Alfred Hitchcock.  We were all laughing at my poor girl, but even though she was horrified and embarrassed, we just couldn't stop.  Especially me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-4880634183613727406?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/4880634183613727406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=4880634183613727406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4880634183613727406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4880634183613727406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/afraid-hitchhikers.html' title='Afraid Hitchhikers'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-3591093996024468982</id><published>2010-01-16T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:56:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Last night, Signa had her first sleepover (well, it was here, so her first Have a Friend Sleepover).  Catherine spent the night and the girls just played with their Liv dolls, ate, chattered and then read and went to bed.  This morning after breakfast and a couple hours of play, Catherine's family picked up the two girls and they went to see the Chipmunks.  Signa had a beyond wonderful time and said that next time she wants Catherine to stay for five nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-3591093996024468982?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/3591093996024468982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=3591093996024468982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/3591093996024468982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/3591093996024468982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-8733963046326370718</id><published>2010-01-09T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:59:20.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>William's Story</title><content type='html'>Last night at dinner, I got to hear William's story of an event from the day.  I wish I'd recorded it so that I could regale you with the EXACT words, but it was too "in the moment."  So I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William's Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the car and then not in the car there was a dead squirrel and the turkey vultures were in a circle (&lt;em&gt;he made circle motions over his head, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't calling himself crazy&lt;/em&gt;) and they were eating a dead not Gilbert (&lt;em&gt;Gilbert is a squirrel that we feed in the backyard and Will was okay with a dead squirrel in the street as long as it was... &lt;strong&gt;not Gilbert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).  And um Daddy said if I wanted to look and I said yes and we looked and there was RIBS! And the turkey vultures were eating that squirrel that was not Gilbert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on he asked me for "Skechimo" kisses.  Even though he drives us nuts sometimes, as we don't understand why he does things (kick the dog, not potty train, hit Signa, crash things, break things, destroy things, etc.), he really is pretty freaking cute. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-8733963046326370718?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/8733963046326370718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=8733963046326370718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8733963046326370718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8733963046326370718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/williams-story.html' title='William&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-8879782371614624058</id><published>2010-01-05T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:57:46.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training.  Or Not.</title><content type='html'>In what way, shape,  or form is it “potty training” when they just pee and shit in their pants/diaper/pull-up all the damn time EXCEPT when you happen to remind them at the particular right moment?  How is THIS potty training?  I’d give up and wait longer, except that diapers now all leak and are too small for my ALMOST FOUR-YEAR-OLD.  ERGH.  I’ve had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I came home early so that I could take Signa to karate and see her doing it again and she didn’t want me to go- wanted Daddy and for me to stay home with William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proceeded to pee in one pullup and then poop in another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens he’s so darned cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-8879782371614624058?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/8879782371614624058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=8879782371614624058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8879782371614624058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8879782371614624058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/potty-training-or-not.html' title='Potty Training.  Or Not.'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-7998414087042371455</id><published>2010-01-03T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:51:49.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, it’s over.  Christmas, that is.  This was actually my favorite Christmas yet.  It started with a wonderful Thanksgiving and then just kept right on going until New Year’s.  We did so many fun things, from crafts to a trip to see the City lights to a parade.  And more crafts.  And lots and lots of baking (pretty sure that’s why my fat pants are feeling a tad cozy right now).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are at the perfect ages this year.  Enough magic and wonder still to ignite the joy in all of us.  And they do that every year, but this year I paid attention and remembered to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the new year is here and some tough things are happening in the extended family.  I’m crossing all my everything that it isn’t as bad as it seems right now and that all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t do “resolutions”, but I do make goals frequently.  One goal right now is to be better at writing down what’s going on with us so that I can share it with you and also so that I can share it with my future self.  As I go through my days, I think, “I should write that down” but then things get busy and I think, “Oh, I’ll NEVER forget that!”  And then when I get to the computer, it’s forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2010 should be filled with more “junk” from Mascot Manor and in return, please have a WONDERFUL 2010, because when you have a good one, so do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-7998414087042371455?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/7998414087042371455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=7998414087042371455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/7998414087042371455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/7998414087042371455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-8991075548404115586</id><published>2009-12-27T16:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:30:12.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, we had a great Christmas, except for my cold and laryngitis (if I didn't call on Christmas, that's why).  We had a small crew this year, which was for the best, as I am pretty sick with whatever this is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of food and fun, though.  AUnt Karen was here and that was the best gift I could have.  I haven't had Christmas with her in many years and so it was nice that she was able to make it this year.  She stayed overnight and apparently was very comfortable, so hopefully she'll share that with Dad and Molly so that they will come to stay for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got wonderful gifts and Marc's Jack Skellington made it to the front yard on Christmas morning.  As I type, I've been watching the cars drive by and then slowly back up to get another glimpse of the giant in our front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/18359_234288998128_691103128_3287846_5005605_n-771716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/18359_234288998128_691103128_3287846_5005605_n-771713.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to get over this sickness and off to a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-8991075548404115586?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/8991075548404115586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=8991075548404115586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8991075548404115586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8991075548404115586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/christmas_27.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-5330739131896469282</id><published>2009-12-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:14:13.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenger... Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Signa loves to help, but only if there is a game in it.  So today we invented Scavenger Cleaning.  I hid numbered sticky notes all over and she had to clean to find it (oh, she's also really bad at finding things, so I didn't have to worry about her just finding and moving on).  Then she would bring the number to me and I would give her a clue to the next number.  At the end, she got her goodie bag for the day, which is making food for the reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of it, I got all the window sills cleaned, the garbages in the house emptied, the tables cleared, the dusting done, the beds made, and the shoe pile organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids thought it was a fun game and wanted to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I love parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Everything, Everyone!  Santa's coming tonight so I'm off to get ready for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-5330739131896469282?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/5330739131896469282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=5330739131896469282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/5330739131896469282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/5330739131896469282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/scavenger-cleaning.html' title='Scavenger... Cleaning'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-7254074566864645701</id><published>2009-12-20T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:10:50.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head Honcho</title><content type='html'>Today was THE day.  The BIG day.  The day allotted for the visit with the Big Cheese.  Yes, it was the annual trip to see the actual Santa.  The kids have been putting it off- on the one hand, super excited to get gifts and on the other hand, super scared to have to talk to a man in a red suit with a covered up with hair face.  I finally told Signa she didn’t have to talk.  Just smile and hand him a note and then just say two words:  “Thank you.”  She was appeased and when she’s appeased, William is, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the mall we went.  We timed it for after Will’s nap, but not so late that they’d be closing.  The line was long, but we knew it would be.  We stood there talking to the nice people in front of us for about… 17.2 hours.  Okay.  It was about 40 minutes.  It is finally their turn and William, with darting eyes of fear, states, “I have to go potty!”  Seriously?  40 freaking minutes in line and he never had to go.  Our turn?  Has to go potty.  Thankfully he was in a pull up and we told him to hold it or go, because we were next and for all we cared he could pee on Santa’s knee- we WERE getting a picture after all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s our turn and the kids are now resigned to Doing the Deed.  They have plastered fake smiles and their wish lists in hand.  They are being (gently) nudged towards the Big Guy, when he suddenly stands, walks over to the photographer teenager, who is wearing a frown and chewing her gum, and has quiet words.  Then louder where I could actually catch a few.  “I’m serious,” says Santa.  “If you don’t go, I will.”  He picks up his big red bag and starts to leave.  Another teenager, but slightly older, clearly “in charge”, runs to him.  They have some words and then he strolls back to his thrown and sits.  The Boss Girl comes back over to the Gum Girl and says, “Just take this one picture and then we’ll talk.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gum Girl says, “He said he was leaving if I stay because he doesn’t like my style.”  She chewed bigger and shrugged larger and frowned the same.  Some style.  Anyway, Santa actually took some time with the kids (hence the long wait) before pictures which was much appreciated.  He apparently told them they were on the Nice List and took time to go over their lists with them.  He then put the lists in his bag (which thrilled Signa because now she thinks he’s going to be using it as a checklist when he does his shopping for her) and then sat for the photo.  William was… scared.  And smiling.  He had is Scared Smile and it’s adorable.  Signa has a grin wider than Kansas, since she’s now thinking that she’s getting every Nintendo DS game ever geared towards seven-year-olds in commercials and all the other things on her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are smiling, as we have a story to remember forever:  The Story of the Pissed off Santa who Hates Crappy Customer Services As Much As I Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and when we were in line #2 for pictures we notice that Gum Girl was no longer anywhere around.  Go, Santa, go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/DSCN0908-770434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/DSCN0908-769880.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/DSCN0909-720796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.mascotmanor.org/uploaded_images/DSCN0909-720114.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-7254074566864645701?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/7254074566864645701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=7254074566864645701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/7254074566864645701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/7254074566864645701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/head-honcho.html' title='The Head Honcho'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-104916035058125021</id><published>2009-12-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:41:20.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>Nothin'.  Just baking cookies and working and going to parties.  The kids' advent calendar things have been mostly little crafts with foam and glue.  Foam with glue that doesn't stick quickly or easily and we are not so much enjoying.  Tonight is another of those, but tomorrow we do some cookies, I believe.  Cookies with Kisses, so they will enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-104916035058125021?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/104916035058125021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=104916035058125021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/104916035058125021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/104916035058125021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-8053984850540344347</id><published>2009-12-10T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:08:08.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Santa.  And recipes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;You know how you can tell it&amp;#8217;s almost Christmas?&amp;nbsp; Even the hint that Santa might be watching sends the children into heaps and puddles of tears and &amp;#8220;Please don&amp;#8217;t tell!&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp; It don&amp;#8217;t STOP them from doing things (like punching me in the face or talking like a rude 15-year-old), but it makes them rethink it afterward.&amp;nbsp; And the things they do (punching me in the face, talking like a rude 15-year old, etc.) are not normal MY kid things, either.&amp;nbsp; Which I attribute to the cookies and candy canes that are strewn about, endlessly trailing our every day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;In other news,&amp;nbsp; I have lots of you that I share my recipes with in email, so I figured I&amp;#8217;d just do another website with them listed.&amp;nbsp; I will only post those I actually try, so not just a website filled with recipes that no one can make.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#8217;m not a great chef, nor a great baker, so if I can do it, anyone can.&amp;nbsp; Check it out!&amp;nbsp; Share your recipes so I can try them and post them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;http://whatchamakinmomma.blogspot.com/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-8053984850540344347?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/8053984850540344347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=8053984850540344347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8053984850540344347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8053984850540344347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/thank-you-santa-and-recipes.html' title='Thank you, Santa.  And recipes.'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-830934831586651770</id><published>2009-12-06T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:07:19.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Friday night&amp;#8217;s party was&amp;nbsp; a ton of fun.&amp;nbsp; We had a few of our playgroup families over for wine and appetizers.&amp;nbsp; We get together each month, but this is the first time we&amp;#8217;ve been able to have it at our house. Signa and Will had a blast with all their friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Saturday&amp;#8217;s bag contained mittens and hats, as we spent the day outdoors at the snow fountain downtown and then the parade and tree lighting.&amp;nbsp; Marc was away, so it was just me and the kids and they were happy and amazing.&amp;nbsp; It was a fantastic day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Today was a small craft that requires glue that we can&amp;#8217;t find.&amp;nbsp; So we are off to the store for glue.&amp;nbsp; And water.&amp;nbsp; And coffee.&amp;nbsp; And food for the week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-830934831586651770?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/830934831586651770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=830934831586651770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/830934831586651770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/830934831586651770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/fun.html' title='FUN'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-2986711223389672787</id><published>2009-12-04T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:17:29.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 4th Day of December...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Today&amp;#8217;s advent calendar thing is gingerbread cookies.&amp;nbsp; We have friends coming over this evening and so all the kids get to trash the dining room with decorating cookies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;And they each got a candy cane which William proceeded to tell me that he likes very much.&amp;nbsp; Almost as much as candy CORN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-2986711223389672787?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/2986711223389672787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=2986711223389672787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/2986711223389672787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/2986711223389672787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/on-4th-day-of-december.html' title='On the 4th Day of December...'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-1576307514683107017</id><published>2009-12-03T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:11:23.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking and Potty (not together)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Today&amp;#8217;s advent bag featured a bookmark craft. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully they can do it today and make some cute things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night we did chocolate pretzels with sprinkles.&amp;nbsp; The kids liked the sprinkles&amp;#8230; I also made gingerbread loaves last night and it&amp;#8217;s delicious!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#8217;m shocked.&amp;nbsp; I think I have about 30 things to bake tonight, but we&amp;#8217;ll see what gets done.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;#8217;s mostly for fun, so not a stress factor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;In news entirely the opposite end from food, William is just about potty trained.&amp;nbsp; We still do pull-ups all day, as there really isn&amp;#8217;t anything fun about accidents, but they stay dry and he runs to the potty on his own.&amp;nbsp; This weekend we may graduate to just pull-ups at night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;We got the tree up last night and it looks so pretty.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#8217;ll post some pictures soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-1576307514683107017?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/1576307514683107017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=1576307514683107017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/1576307514683107017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/1576307514683107017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/baking-and-potty-not-together.html' title='Baking and Potty (not together)'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-8821541255419084134</id><published>2009-12-02T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:46:42.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Calendar and Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;This month, we are doing an &amp;#8220;advent calendar&amp;#8221;.&amp;nbsp; Each day , there is a bag to open and inside are the &amp;#8220;ingredients&amp;#8221; for that day&amp;#8217;s fun.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday there was glitter and paint in the bag and so last night we made Snow Dough.&amp;nbsp; Today&amp;#8217;s bag featured melting chocolate and so tonight we are making Chocolate Pretzels.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned to hear what each day brings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;In other news, the ants just ate our cinnamon rolls.&amp;nbsp; They really need to find another domicile&amp;#8230;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-8821541255419084134?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/8821541255419084134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=8821541255419084134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8821541255419084134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/8821541255419084134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/12/advent-calendar-and-ants.html' title='Advent Calendar and Ants'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-4418542639043354238</id><published>2009-11-29T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:41:20.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;We had Thanksgiving dinner here this year and due to the bigger dining area, we were all able to eat in the same room.&amp;nbsp; The table looked pretty with Marc&amp;#8217;s grandmother&amp;#8217;s China all set out and the turkey was just right (if not a bit small, as we didn&amp;#8217;t have that much left over!).&amp;nbsp; Our side dishes were perfect and Signa&amp;#8217;s pumpkin pie was scrumptious (I am told- I went for the Granny&amp;#8217;s cheesecake instead).&amp;nbsp; Guests included Mom, Todd, Joanne, Ginger, Phil, Bob and Scott.&amp;nbsp; The kids were hyped up on hyperactivity due to guests all day and after dinner, Signa went home with Gramma and spent TWO NIGHTS! &amp;nbsp;I picked her up on Saturday when we had the annual Decorate Gramma&amp;#8217;s Christmas Tree day.&amp;nbsp; The kids do a craft (made wreaths), make a fun snack (decorated cupcakes), and decorate their tiny trees.&amp;nbsp; We had a great time, but, again, the kids were hyped up on Unkee Energy and were crazy all day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Today we are off to the zoo (maybe) or to decorate our own tree (maybe).&amp;nbsp; One of those two things WILL happen.&amp;nbsp; Just not sure which.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-4418542639043354238?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/4418542639043354238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=4418542639043354238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4418542639043354238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/4418542639043354238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-558931416695545768</id><published>2009-11-23T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:13:37.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be a Life Destroyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Will:&amp;nbsp; Momma, can I please have a snack?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; You should have eaten your breakfast instead of feeding it to Mr. Spock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Will:&amp;nbsp; Now I&amp;#8217;m angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Why are you angry, Bubba?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Will: And now I&amp;#8217;m angry because you &amp;#8216;stroyed my LIFE!&amp;nbsp; Because you didn&amp;#8217;t give me a snack because I fed my breakfast to the dog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-558931416695545768?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/558931416695545768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=558931416695545768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/558931416695545768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/558931416695545768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/11/proud-to-be-life-destroyer.html' title='Proud to be a Life Destroyer'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-7809710199626288061</id><published>2009-11-21T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:05:11.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And You're OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Right now we are supposed to be in Oregon.&amp;nbsp; Probably eating breakfast and chit chatting with Dad and Molly.&amp;nbsp; Instead, we are at home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Stupid snow storm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;We had the rental car all packed and the kids all tucked in and were on the road listening to the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack when the phone rang.&amp;nbsp; It was Dad and the storm was much worse and not safe to drive over the pass.&amp;nbsp; We knew there was a storm that was to last until midnight or so last night, so we thought we&amp;#8217;d stay in Redding or Yreka or somewhere along the route and finish today.&amp;nbsp; When Dad called, the storm &amp;#8220;end time&amp;#8221; changed to today sometime.&amp;nbsp; With the kids (and me) sobbing, we turned around and came home.&amp;nbsp; We were all moping on the couch and William pet my face and said, &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s okay, Momma, you can see your Daddy tomawow.&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;So we decided to let the kids pick something fun to do and they picked lunch at Chili&amp;#8217;s and then bowling and then dinner at Harry&amp;#8217;s Hoffbrau.&amp;nbsp; Chili&amp;#8217;s was fine and then we stopped by Kohl&amp;#8217;s to tell Tori that she didn&amp;#8217;t need to mind Spocky and to get a jacket for Signa (where is hers?&amp;nbsp; It&amp;#8217;s lost in boxes, I think). &amp;nbsp;For our second strikeout for the day, there were no jackets that we liked.&amp;nbsp; We did get a Christmas dress and some pants for Will, though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Came home for Will&amp;#8217;s nap before bowling.&amp;nbsp; Got up, went bowling, but (third strike) there were leagues and tournaments, so no bowling for the Mascots.&amp;nbsp; Off to Target to waste time before dinner, where we did find a jacket for Signa.&amp;nbsp; Off to Harry&amp;#8217;s Hoffbrau where the line was too long and no tables were available.&amp;nbsp; Fourth strike.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Dinner at Chinese and then home to bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Lovely.&amp;nbsp; What a major let-down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-7809710199626288061?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/7809710199626288061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=7809710199626288061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/7809710199626288061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/7809710199626288061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/11/and-youre-out.html' title='And You&apos;re OUT!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-223862548448326777</id><published>2009-11-09T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:00:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;The weekend was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I had a business trip on Thursday down south, so I parlayed it into a visit with my best friend from third grade.&amp;nbsp; We had a fun night of chatting and then I was off to my Friday meeting and long drive home (Kris, I&amp;#8217;ll get my shoes on the next visit!).&amp;nbsp; Saturday was a craft sale at Mom&amp;#8217;s clubhouse and I sold some things and bought some things.&amp;nbsp; Such nice people there.&amp;nbsp; Sweet to spend time with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Saturday night we had movie night with Harry Potter (the third one, I think- Goblet of Fire) and watched about half before the kids were almost asleep.&amp;nbsp; We watched the rest over a picnic breakfast on Sunday and then dilly dallied all day until we decided to go see Nightmare Before Christmas last night.&amp;nbsp; Was fun to see in the theater again, even though Will wouldn&amp;#8217;t wear the 3D glasses so saw it in Super Blurry Vision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not at all ready for this week, but need to get back to work mode quickly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Is there a medicine for that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042543136310449513-223862548448326777?l=www.mascotmanor.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/223862548448326777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042543136310449513&amp;postID=223862548448326777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/223862548448326777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042543136310449513/posts/default/223862548448326777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mascotmanor.org/2009/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14408916846678363926'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042543136310449513.post-8605964438012538489</id><published>2009-11-03T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:00:53.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;My friend Andi mentioned having a list of lists she needs to make.&amp;nbsp; I know Sheri and I are exactly the same!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Here are my current lists, all outlined in Excel worksheets:&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;House (with sublists: organizing, ideas, cleaning, to be purchased)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Purchases (with links to the other lists that the things go to)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Christmas (with sublists: gifts, cards, ideas, food, cookies, soaps, budget)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Projects (with links to the other lists that the things go to)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Usborne (with sublists: ideas, shows, fliers, product knowledge)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Parties (with links to fun party ideas)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Genealogy (with sublists for each family branch)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Library (all the books I want from the library)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;To Do (with links to the other lists that the things go to)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Homeschool (with sublists for each subject)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Scrapbooks (all the in-progress scrapbooks)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Trips (with sublists for each place I want to go)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Cards (ideas for different cards to make)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Chores (ideas for chores for the kids)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/UL&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I'm working on getting all of it into OneNote, as I (heart) OneNote.&amp;nbsp; 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