<?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-8577185708863236566</id><updated>2009-12-19T15:29:37.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fancy Word for Simple</title><subtitle type='html'>Observe.  Simplify.  Reflect.  Laugh.  Improve.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7792326264996365736</id><published>2009-02-24T06:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:25:11.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>I am not in New Orleans celebrating.  In fact, a work pig out is the highlight of my reveling this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.  ~Doug Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead - eat the bad stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7792326264996365736?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7792326264996365736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7792326264996365736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7792326264996365736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7792326264996365736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday!'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-2255445215769214303</id><published>2009-02-22T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:04:13.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for</title><content type='html'>Today I have been watching Willy Wonka &amp;amp; the Chocolate Factory (the original).  This is one of the greatest kid movies ever.  I love it.  I love the silliness and randomness of all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are so busy doing what we are supposed to do that we don't take time to be goofy.  Well, silliness is a necessary component if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men. -- Willy Wonka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-2255445215769214303?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2255445215769214303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=2255445215769214303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2255445215769214303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2255445215769214303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-for.html' title='Looking for'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-3810602522253857464</id><published>2009-02-19T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:03:54.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the Work Week</title><content type='html'>So I have some motivation problems some times!  I am even posting this Thursday night because I know Friday morning I am going to want to sleep in!  But toll away in the working world is what is in store for me (and most of us really!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every day I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America.  If I'm not there, I go to work.  ~Robert Orben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-3810602522253857464?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3810602522253857464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=3810602522253857464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/3810602522253857464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/3810602522253857464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-work-week.html' title='Still the Work Week'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7126646046891531635</id><published>2009-02-19T06:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:42:26.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Sorry I missed my post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought for Thursday. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out."&lt;br /&gt;-----Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your sweetness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7126646046891531635?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7126646046891531635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7126646046891531635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7126646046891531635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7126646046891531635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-5527644616519536203</id><published>2009-02-17T05:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:53:53.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quality is not an act, it is a habit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something about the dullness of winter that pushes us into slowness?  I feel like my sharp edge is gone!  I have been dull!  Yuck!  I want to break out, be sharp and crisp.  But, being tired, cold and hoping for spring has me reminding myself that I have to just plod along.  Making it a habit instead of a burst of sharpness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  Have a great day - I know this is a weird quote - just not sure what I am in the mood for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-5527644616519536203?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5527644616519536203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=5527644616519536203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/5527644616519536203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/5527644616519536203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm.'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-2230753171289431040</id><published>2009-02-16T06:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:31:46.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wicked Monday</title><content type='html'>Saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt; last night.  I love stories that make details come together or explain things or show something from a different point of view.  So, I was (and still am) amazed by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a wicked thought for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just life, so keep dancing through ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-2230753171289431040?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2230753171289431040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=2230753171289431040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2230753171289431040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2230753171289431040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/wicked-monday.html' title='A Wicked Monday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-1052485393913978905</id><published>2009-02-15T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:06:28.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has a beginning!</title><content type='html'>For most people - yesterday was a "love day".  Valentines, candy hearts, little love notes.  But for me?  Today is a love day.  Today, 13 years ago, Mike and I had our very first real date.  We went to Krolls West.  Hamburgers and milkshakes.  The beginning of my lifes great love affair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have imagined that this boy would become the father of  my baby.  That his energy would pull me through dark days and his laughter and attitude would make my best days better.  This isn't about love songs and candy grams.  It is the truth that love is ugly sometimes, not wrapped in a ribbon or capped off with a fancy dinner.  It is the person that when you are throwing up, struggling, or just plain mad is the one pushing you past the negative and into the normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy love day Mike.  My quote? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is a fire.  But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joan Crawford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-1052485393913978905?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1052485393913978905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=1052485393913978905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/1052485393913978905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/1052485393913978905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-has-beginning.html' title='Everything has a beginning!'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-841630990598276626</id><published>2009-02-14T07:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:43:04.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you love?</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj-yXaDfhhM/SZbKOih3m5I/AAAAAAAACj4/1q5Dx1kncDo/s1600-h/_MG_5359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj-yXaDfhhM/SZbKOih3m5I/AAAAAAAACj4/1q5Dx1kncDo/s320/_MG_5359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302647962411178898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us about who and what you love today.  I think I'll draw a winner from the comments for a little love-filled package of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love. . . &lt;br /&gt;that Brad knew to get me a London Fog latte to help wake up this morning and that he knew to ask how I wanted it (grande, fat-free, sugar-free).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornings when I get the whole bed to myself - I make a little nest of pillows and blankets and leave a special place for Memphis to curl up down by my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I'm lucky enough to have friends who encourage me and put me in place and indulge my quirkiness and love the same things I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-841630990598276626?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/841630990598276626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=841630990598276626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/841630990598276626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/841630990598276626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-do-you-love.html' title='Who do you love?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj-yXaDfhhM/SZbKOih3m5I/AAAAAAAACj4/1q5Dx1kncDo/s72-c/_MG_5359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-5005914898313120996</id><published>2009-02-13T05:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:56:44.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance - Its Friday!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh.  Friday.  The one day a week I am not bitter about waking up at 4:30 am.  The day I can wear jeans to work (why is that such a plus for me?  I don't know but seriously, i love it).  The day I can say to people ... Have a Nice Weekend!! (and mean it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy, we had all been sick, Luke to the hospital, and then Luke to my parents because we had missed a bunch of work and he was still germy and couldn't go to day care.  Because he is gone?  it has been so quiet!  I miss the stress of rushing home to see his chubby little face and working to get that big baby belly laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there have been some nice things!  I slept ALL NIGHT last night.  No monitor, no getting up to check on a sniffling baby.  Just sleep.  I still probably have a sleep deficit of a million, but it is a start (unless there is a government bailout for sleep deprived moms?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today.  Do your happy dance that it is Friday.  Wear a smile all day because tomorrow that alarm is not going to go off.  Tonight you can have a glass of wine, put your feet up, watch junky tv and RELAX!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's working for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants a little romance&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's goin' off the deep end&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a second chance, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End happy dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-5005914898313120996?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5005914898313120996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=5005914898313120996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/5005914898313120996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/5005914898313120996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-dance-its-friday.html' title='Happy Dance - Its Friday!'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-6446477462014147625</id><published>2009-02-12T18:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:52:20.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food: Thursday</title><content type='html'>Normally, posting is a morning thing.  But, I didn't get home from class until late last night (early this morning) and wanted to sleep for a few extra minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran all day and was so looking forward to coming home and enjoying a new recipe for dinner - cheese enchiladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad choice.  Very bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel like I totally need to eat some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating.  &lt;br /&gt;~Luciano Pavarotti and William Wright, Pavarotti, My Own Story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-6446477462014147625?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6446477462014147625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=6446477462014147625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/6446477462014147625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/6446477462014147625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-thursday.html' title='Food: Thursday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-6269963343962463430</id><published>2009-02-11T05:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:07:16.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind!</title><content type='html'>As you know from Barb's post yesterday, we all have been sick at our house.  I wouldn' t wish a family with the stomach flu on my worst enemy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we would do for our family and dear dear dear friends?  Well, it is purely unexplainable.  We would clean up baby barf, listen to secret fears and tears when we ourselves were totally exhausted, we would burst at the seams for joy at their small triumphs, even when it defies logic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No, this trick won't work.  How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~albert einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-6269963343962463430?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6269963343962463430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=6269963343962463430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/6269963343962463430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/6269963343962463430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind!'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-3123784378052216450</id><published>2009-02-10T07:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:15:35.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Angie is sick.&lt;br /&gt;Mike is sick.&lt;br /&gt;Luke is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sick. &lt;br /&gt;I won't go into details, as I'm eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved watching Angie be a mom.  She helps me understand that it is possible to be a mom and everything else that you were before.  She even makes it look fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about the cleaning up throw-up part, though. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears: they cannot utter the one, nor will they utter the other”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Francis Bacon, Sr. quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-3123784378052216450?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3123784378052216450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=3123784378052216450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/3123784378052216450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/3123784378052216450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-2799518012945445645</id><published>2009-02-09T06:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:32:33.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>It was tough for me to get dressed this morning.  In fact, I'm in my second outfit.  I'm tired of all the clothes I own.  I don't want to wear anymore heavy sweaters.  I want to wear sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with khaki pants, a jean jacket, and a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you wear today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Fashion is made to become unfashionable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coco Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-2799518012945445645?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2799518012945445645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=2799518012945445645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2799518012945445645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2799518012945445645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-514073142845361028</id><published>2009-02-07T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:12:00.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breath</title><content type='html'>This weekend I heard some news that have caused me to take a really deep breath.  There are people in life we look up to, we strive to be like, we are jealous of the certainty with which they approach their life.  And then something happens to upset the apple cart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up my feelings perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life's not always fair.  Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Cherralea Morgen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-514073142845361028?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/514073142845361028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=514073142845361028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/514073142845361028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/514073142845361028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/deep-breath.html' title='Deep Breath'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-3210257371563360928</id><published>2009-02-05T05:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:54:47.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have been stuck in  a rut, get up too early, drive to work, work work work, drive home, pick up Luke, eat dinner, hang out, go to bed too early.  I am starting to think I may be the problem!  gasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I found this quote, I realized the solution.  Be bad.  :)  Be less responsible.  Well, maybe just thinking about it will do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are two types of people in this world, good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-3210257371563360928?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3210257371563360928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=3210257371563360928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/3210257371563360928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/3210257371563360928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/lately-i-have-been-stuck-in-rut-get-up.html' title=''/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7707445220631778320</id><published>2009-02-04T07:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:05:12.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."&lt;br /&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7707445220631778320?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7707445220631778320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7707445220631778320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7707445220631778320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7707445220631778320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/potential.html' title='Potential'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7357198307866961788</id><published>2009-02-03T06:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:05:11.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So I think sometimes we get stuck doing the same old same old.  So today, lets mix it up.  Tell us a little about the things you have going on.  Name ten things that are simple pleasures in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;9.    good lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;8.    text messages (ok, maybe not simple, but I love getting texts!)&lt;br /&gt;7.    Neftlix (any suggestions for my queue?  It is getting low)&lt;br /&gt;6.    telephone chats with Barb&lt;br /&gt;5.    Renee and Jeremy - baby lullabyes&lt;br /&gt;4.    homemade chicken dumpling soup&lt;br /&gt;3.    cookbooks&lt;br /&gt;2.    getting a haircut&lt;br /&gt;1.    snuggling with my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!  Play along.  Sometimes recognizing the not so glamorous (but still nice) things in our life can be the little pick me up we need.  Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7357198307866961788?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7357198307866961788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7357198307866961788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7357198307866961788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7357198307866961788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/ten-things-tuesday.html' title='Ten Things Tuesday'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7913998937157919558</id><published>2009-02-02T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:40:41.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday: 2/2/09</title><content type='html'>It's my dad's birthday today; he's been reminding me of that almost daily for the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see my dad nearly as often as I'd like to, but I do find myself thinking of him and needing him often.  Like, when my dishwasher breaks or when my wiper fluid needs to be filled or when I want to go out for pizza.  Brad can take care of all those things for me, but I'd always rather have my dad do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.”&lt;br /&gt;-----Gloria Naylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7913998937157919558?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7913998937157919558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7913998937157919558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7913998937157919558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7913998937157919558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-2209.html' title='Monday: 2/2/09'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7655479074992549147</id><published>2009-02-01T08:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:08:37.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today for millions is a big day.  What are your plans?  We are having brunch this morning and quiet day, footballing at home with my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Men, I want you just thinking of one word all season. One word and one word only: Super Bowl."—Football coach Bill Peterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7655479074992549147?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7655479074992549147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7655479074992549147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7655479074992549147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7655479074992549147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-sunday.html' title='Super Sunday'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-1863104353286263379</id><published>2009-01-31T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:22:48.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Hooray for Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for a weekend where I have no plans until 5:30 on Sunday night!&lt;br /&gt;(I have a list of things to do about a mile long, but I'm trying not to think about that right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. . . I read a book on the plane on the way home last week, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;History of Love&lt;/span&gt; by Nicole Krauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the story of a book and the many people it connects.  It is also the story of a lonely, old man, Leo.  He was my favorite part of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived."&lt;br /&gt;— Nicole Krauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-1863104353286263379?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1863104353286263379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=1863104353286263379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/1863104353286263379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/1863104353286263379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-1243507608880526393</id><published>2009-01-30T07:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:15:34.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Its Friday!</title><content type='html'>This has been a real tough week.  Tired, busy, cold and lots of stuff that needs to get done.  But today, not going to focus on all that junk.  Going to think about something fun.  Something that will make me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to share your own today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thoughts - by Jack Handey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-1243507608880526393?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1243507608880526393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=1243507608880526393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/1243507608880526393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/1243507608880526393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-its-friday.html' title='Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Its Friday!'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-2538577804725306554</id><published>2009-01-29T06:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:35:47.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ang and I both have crazy Wednesday night schedules (and not because we're up late watching Top Chef).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is a sleepy, sleepy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best bridge between hope and despair is a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-----Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world looks different without much sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-2538577804725306554?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2538577804725306554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=2538577804725306554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2538577804725306554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2538577804725306554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepy-thursday.html' title='Sleepy Thursday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-2484544638692980681</id><published>2009-01-28T05:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:55:03.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resigned to the Facts</title><content type='html'>I don't know if many of you have read the Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyer.  I read these books when I was home on maternity leave.  Although they were a fun, quick read (despite their heft!) I don't really get the hysteria. I did like this quote though.  Seems to sum up my attitude this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt; -- Edward Cullen.  Twilight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-2484544638692980681?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2484544638692980681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=2484544638692980681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2484544638692980681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/2484544638692980681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/resigned-to-facts.html' title='Resigned to the Facts'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-8428904039097568132</id><published>2009-01-26T18:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:54:54.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>It sure was nice to be home after being on the road.&lt;br /&gt;All I did yesterday was grocery shopping and laundry and cleaning, but it was nice to be amongst my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Margaret Elizabeth Sangster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-8428904039097568132?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8428904039097568132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=8428904039097568132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/8428904039097568132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/8428904039097568132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09499796881596034672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09297092033124222092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577185708863236566.post-7542903330348282574</id><published>2009-01-25T06:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T06:25:37.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning - January 25</title><content type='html'>I have always been some what of an early riser.  Not really a person to sleep in or lounge around in bed.  That has never been more true, now that we have a little person in our house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning?  I could have slept.  and slept.  and wish I was still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day.  They make me want to slap a dead poet.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Joanne Sherman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577185708863236566-7542903330348282574?l=fancysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7542903330348282574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577185708863236566&amp;postID=7542903330348282574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7542903330348282574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577185708863236566/posts/default/7542903330348282574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-morning-january-25.html' title='Sunday Morning - January 25'/><author><name>angieoh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175547969368901432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18109480100875934729'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>