<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480</id><updated>2011-11-23T00:11:02.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Short Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2582537782709548488</id><published>2011-05-20T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:03:45.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/blogs/stylefile/wp-content/uploads/workinggirl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 454px;" src="http://www.style.com/blogs/stylefile/wp-content/uploads/workinggirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You got it.  This Mom of one is entering the corporate world again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this movie..."Working Girl"  that's me on the phone....working.  Sans cigarette, corded phone, red hair, flawless skin, and 80's puff hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to work for the company I worked before the little one came along.  A crazy good opportunity....working from home...on the go...flexible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I just couldn't pass up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be the first woman on my Mother's side of the family to work with a small child.  I hope I am not shunned at Christmas.  ha ha!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start June 1st.  And I'm pretty excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2582537782709548488?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2582537782709548488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/working-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2582537782709548488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2582537782709548488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/working-girl.html' title='Working girl'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5705741120020501977</id><published>2011-04-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:00:50.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 legged best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goFFRreFAiU/TbjWhjbIxfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/1Thk1ocWM1I/s1600/photo-106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goFFRreFAiU/TbjWhjbIxfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/1Thk1ocWM1I/s400/photo-106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600462008568301042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry to the 100% of my 5 blog readers who could give a "you know what" about horses.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But....I had to share a picture of my new best friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been lucky the last few weeks and have gotten to ride him in my lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a great picture.  He's in the cross ties....about to be saddled.    Ain't he purdy?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5705741120020501977?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5705741120020501977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-legged-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5705741120020501977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5705741120020501977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-legged-best-friend.html' title='4 legged best friend.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goFFRreFAiU/TbjWhjbIxfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/1Thk1ocWM1I/s72-c/photo-106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8904439591368110431</id><published>2011-04-24T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:49:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles &amp; Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaLDYdQGbAQ/TbTQ6C-DpNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-tgpSANLgys/s1600/photo-105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaLDYdQGbAQ/TbTQ6C-DpNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-tgpSANLgys/s400/photo-105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599329932376515794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me 2 days.....but I made these cookies.  All from scratch.  I have the best cookie book on the planet....helpful for people like me that are horrible at reading and following directions.&lt;div&gt;It's just lots of steps....but I think they are so worth it.  My jeans on the other hand DON'T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter rivals Christmas for me.....I have always liked it.  Such an important day....but without the pressure of presents...wrapping....decorating...parties....and the candy is pretty good too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day started with an Easter egg hunt....more time in the kitchen....clean up....put on a dress....go to church....listen to an amazing message from the smartest pastor....home for more cooking...eat....candy....eat again....pie....candy....game of go fish....clean....candy....say goodbye to family.....eat....candy....sit.  Dang good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6y_vtv_iGE/TbTOUa0TFdI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Ad1JIexl9R8/s1600/DSC_0637_4787.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6y_vtv_iGE/TbTOUa0TFdI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Ad1JIexl9R8/s400/DSC_0637_4787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599327086919751122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunting "doodle bugs" has become part of my girly girl's daily schedule.  If she can't find one....the day is no good....not complete.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday...we found a box turtle in the yard while hunting the crustaceans.  They aren't really bugs.  Part of the isopod family.  (your "I learned something today" moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a few turtles in my day.  Only box turtles were allowed.  Water turtles have salmonella....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder why I am so germy......hmmmmmmmm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My previous turtle experience came back to me and I remembered how much they love grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ate lots.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left fat &amp;amp; happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just how I feel after today's Easter dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8904439591368110431?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8904439591368110431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/turtles-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8904439591368110431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8904439591368110431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/turtles-easter.html' title='Turtles &amp; Easter'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaLDYdQGbAQ/TbTQ6C-DpNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-tgpSANLgys/s72-c/photo-105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2502997876624438115</id><published>2011-04-20T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:06:00.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKHl7D2BBOM/Ta-dUGE9LUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/X9CGhfuDkQc/s1600/DSC_0581_4734.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKHl7D2BBOM/Ta-dUGE9LUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/X9CGhfuDkQc/s400/DSC_0581_4734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597865830399159618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hard to think that my 10 pound newborn has grown into this beautiful little girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can buckle her car seat all by herself now.  Thank God.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated her special day from dawn to dusk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApGrpNXL9-g/Ta-dTsYOALI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZXm_9EeIFnM/s1600/DSC_0572_4731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApGrpNXL9-g/Ta-dTsYOALI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZXm_9EeIFnM/s400/DSC_0572_4731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597865823500632242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday girl having a difficult time staying still to capture a picture with Gana &amp;amp; Minnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyebc6AW3hQ/Ta-dS_P619I/AAAAAAAAArg/tG-mbPIjeNM/s1600/DSC_0521_4750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyebc6AW3hQ/Ta-dS_P619I/AAAAAAAAArg/tG-mbPIjeNM/s400/DSC_0521_4750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597865811386226642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recital pictures were scheduled on her birthday....what 4 year old doesn't love getting dressed up in a frilly over decorated outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTOCsVqcV7Q/Ta-dSvf-FUI/AAAAAAAAArY/xZqxIiH1Czs/s1600/DSC_0621_4775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTOCsVqcV7Q/Ta-dSvf-FUI/AAAAAAAAArY/xZqxIiH1Czs/s400/DSC_0621_4775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597865807158580546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day after her birthday.....trying to get shots of my two "kids"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is a perfect example of what lots of my pics end up looking like. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither one will cooperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get ONE good one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to my favorite kid.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2502997876624438115?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2502997876624438115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2502997876624438115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2502997876624438115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKHl7D2BBOM/Ta-dUGE9LUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/X9CGhfuDkQc/s72-c/DSC_0581_4734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-879168164785552114</id><published>2011-03-26T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:16:28.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redneck princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hiP1VCrGzbc/TY5yswni9QI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WQ_oVABcvG8/s1600/DSC_0515_4706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hiP1VCrGzbc/TY5yswni9QI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WQ_oVABcvG8/s400/DSC_0515_4706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588530300903945474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She went fishing today for the first time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worms were a good source of entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig5ODeT7TC8/TY5ysjvlb6I/AAAAAAAAArI/6yt2bIX0pqs/s1600/DSC_0510_4702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig5ODeT7TC8/TY5ysjvlb6I/AAAAAAAAArI/6yt2bIX0pqs/s400/DSC_0510_4702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588530297448001442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Disney Princess fishing pole helped reel in this monster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She caught 8.  Dad - zero.  Mom - zero.  Minnie - zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a girl who is into all things glittery and nice.....she certainly isn't afraid of nightcrawlers going on hooks....or holding slimy fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6n1FzGqFqw/TY5ysVyFYLI/AAAAAAAAArA/bc13pnkkkh0/s1600/DSC_0471_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6n1FzGqFqw/TY5ysVyFYLI/AAAAAAAAArA/bc13pnkkkh0/s400/DSC_0471_4710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588530293700386994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this on her way to a Fancy Nancy party.  Just a little different from the other two pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy fishing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-879168164785552114?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/879168164785552114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/redneck-princess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/879168164785552114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/879168164785552114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/redneck-princess.html' title='redneck princess'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hiP1VCrGzbc/TY5yswni9QI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WQ_oVABcvG8/s72-c/DSC_0515_4706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3449872649381705117</id><published>2011-03-14T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:35:36.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help!  I'M IN A TENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-_zUAhE904/TX682uk-ldI/AAAAAAAAAq4/I1DqMC6uizY/s1600/200011_10150128739638184_695953183_6500233_4506661_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-_zUAhE904/TX682uk-ldI/AAAAAAAAAq4/I1DqMC6uizY/s400/200011_10150128739638184_695953183_6500233_4506661_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584108236388079058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friends parents have a farm in the hill country.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has invited our family every year to go camping....and each year, I say "NO."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this year, I had run out of excuses and decided to suck it up and just go camping.  I mean, how bad can  it be?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I called all 2 of my outdoorish friends and asked if they had a tent.  Luckily I found one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I found some sleeping bags to borrow.  The whole idea of actually sleeping outside was starting to get to me.  How could I shave my legs with my Vera Wang shower gel?  Where was I supposed to sit to apply my lip gloss in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely I could handle one night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GqhF7Mb2Ug/TX68sBFlSVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/UH-6p_P-CHE/s1600/IMG_2776_4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GqhF7Mb2Ug/TX68sBFlSVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/UH-6p_P-CHE/s400/IMG_2776_4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584108052378110290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove about 2 hours with a car FULL of stuff for 1 crazy night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we reached the destination....and I saw about 8 other tents already assembled and my fellow campers decked out in tennis shoes, baseball hats, and sunscreen.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in fashion jeans and flip flops.  Already, I was showing my lack of camping skills.  Who wears flip flops in the dirt?  Who forgets a baseball hat when the wind is blowing 15 mph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it time to leave yet?  Someone...please tell me this is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; sunscreen.  "Help" my husband set up the tent and I  arranged our personal belongings inside the fabric hut that we will be sleeping in.  How could this nylon contraption protect me from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;varmints&lt;/span&gt; and intruders?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took some deep breaths...and enjoyed the afternoon.  Ate enough for 12 people.  Watched my kid play all day, ate some more, visited with friends, ate again, and then.....it came.  NIGHT TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was the bathtub?  And the TV?  I have taken a bath before bed ever since I can remember.  I can do this.  I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get my kid changed....she is in her PJ's and in her very loud distinct voice she belted out "MOM, DO I HAVE TO TAKE A BATH?"  So loud that the entire camp heard her.  Giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I assured my kid it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to sleep without a bath....she fell right asleep.  My husband did about 3 minutes later.  Then, the crickets started, other people talking &amp;amp; laughing,  more crickets, snoring, wind, talking, silence, crickets.....someone please tell me it is 6 am already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sleeping in a sleeping bag on the ground.  I am unable to sleep on my side because my hip bones would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; by the rock hard ground I was calling my bed.  Snoring husband couldn't turn over for the same reason.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counting sheep didn't work.  About 3 hours of sleep under my belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds chirped about 6 am.  I woke up and unzipped my door.  I made it.  Nothing ate me....and my family was sound asleep in the tent.  No one else in our camp area was awake...I was the first one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grabbed my bag and ran to the restroom.  (yes, we had a bathroom &amp;amp; shower - I would have never agreed to go without one present.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 3 showers I have ever taken.  Got dressed...applied my makeup in the tent while everyone else snored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you have it.  My first (and likely last) camping trip.  Was a fun time hanging out with my friends all day long....but the sleeping thing is a pretty big issue.  So, next year....may be a day trip and I will leave the camping to Dad &amp;amp; Daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid had the best time of her life.  Spent most of her time on the old tractor &amp;amp; the swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy camping to you if you go this year....you brave soul.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3449872649381705117?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3449872649381705117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-im-in-tent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3449872649381705117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3449872649381705117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-im-in-tent.html' title='help!  I&apos;M IN A TENT!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-_zUAhE904/TX682uk-ldI/AAAAAAAAAq4/I1DqMC6uizY/s72-c/200011_10150128739638184_695953183_6500233_4506661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7776818439495691310</id><published>2011-02-24T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:30:51.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy fartsy #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIbaBvie8uI/TWcSC1CWBvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rNk3JU1U-Go/s1600/photo-101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIbaBvie8uI/TWcSC1CWBvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rNk3JU1U-Go/s400/photo-101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577446503327598322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did it.  We took a 3 1/2 year old to the fine arts museum.  We were there a little over an hour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't break anything, knock any precious artifacts over, or cause any damage.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid was impressed with Monet's works.....but seemed to be most interested in the benches that were in the center of each exhibit hall.  She must be gifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monet, Renoir, Degas, Van Gogh, Cezanne, and 1,000 others I hadn't heard of.  All beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were two portraits by Rembrandt.  They looked almost like a photograph.  Amazing someone could actually paint that detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all...was fun.  No real run ins with security except when I took the stroller on the escalator.  No - my kid wasn't in it.  I am just thankful she didn't take me to the museum holding cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy painting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7776818439495691310?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7776818439495691310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/artsy-fartsy-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7776818439495691310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7776818439495691310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/artsy-fartsy-2.html' title='Artsy fartsy #2'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIbaBvie8uI/TWcSC1CWBvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rNk3JU1U-Go/s72-c/photo-101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2036193240162010102</id><published>2011-02-23T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:19:45.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy fartsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nga.gov/education/classroom/self_portraits/img/img_vangogh_self-portrait_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 342px;" src="http://www.nga.gov/education/classroom/self_portraits/img/img_vangogh_self-portrait_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raise your hand if you think taking an almost 4 year old to the art museum sounds fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Houston Fine Arts Museum has some very famous paintings right now....I don't remember much from my art history class in college (even the second go round) but I still enjoy looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows....she may think it's the best thing ever....or we may be there for 4 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't know till we try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2036193240162010102?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2036193240162010102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/artsy-fartsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2036193240162010102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2036193240162010102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/artsy-fartsy.html' title='Artsy fartsy'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3208155570880190743</id><published>2011-02-16T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:36:16.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--neHtIMfxYo/TVyUc_IUn1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/E2rx4i0xhsw/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--neHtIMfxYo/TVyUc_IUn1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/E2rx4i0xhsw/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574493664481419090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My newborn baby was 10 days old in this picture.  You can still see her umbilical cord.  I had a huge baby.  She weighed over 10 pounds and was almost 23 inches long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with my huge baby is my huge chin.  And why do my fingers look like sausages?  Had I not sat next to a window in the last few months?  Why is my skin is the color of my putty bed coverlet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on....I should give myself a break.  Carried that sweet "little" baby around for 9 months...and the old wives tale that "Girls steal mother's beauty" pretty much rang true for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably one of my favorite pictures of me and my baby girl.  My 10 day old baby is smiling.  NO, it is not gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from every bad thing I said about myself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3208155570880190743?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3208155570880190743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/giant-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3208155570880190743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3208155570880190743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/giant-baby.html' title='Giant baby'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--neHtIMfxYo/TVyUc_IUn1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/E2rx4i0xhsw/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-254136091546434848</id><published>2011-02-08T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:01:27.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous ninny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TVIQUe-CPfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/LhN4iL5dp5k/s1600/photo-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TVIQUe-CPfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/LhN4iL5dp5k/s400/photo-46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571533633107410418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes...I know...I have put this on here before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I thought you would want to admire my cowboy hat and of course my beautiful horse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Holly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may have been about 14 in this picture.  It was the last horse show I was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was almost 5 years ago!!!  No...I'm not good at math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday I will be in a horse show and I am just a little nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in the "mature" ladies group.  Think there are about 7 or 8 of us in the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is from a "halter class" where you are judged on your handling of the horse and the horse's conformation.  I rode too...but this was the only picture I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No halter classes this weekend...all under saddle.  I will be in 3 classes.  Let's hope I don't make too big of a fool of myself. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy riding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-254136091546434848?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/254136091546434848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/nervous-ninny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/254136091546434848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/254136091546434848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/nervous-ninny.html' title='Nervous ninny'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TVIQUe-CPfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/LhN4iL5dp5k/s72-c/photo-46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3739740363280136846</id><published>2011-01-29T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:24:58.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog &amp; camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TUR2k_82thI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WOLbQrN5G3Q/s1600/DSC_0457_4624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TUR2k_82thI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WOLbQrN5G3Q/s400/DSC_0457_4624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567705417350821394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like people think their kids are the best...I think my dog is the best.  And, she is the prettiest dog on the block.  My kid is too of course.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took these pictures of Doodle the Poodle playing window monitor at the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dare anyone approach our property...she will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TUR2kmcRqQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5UmN-a67M6Q/s1600/DSC_0455_4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TUR2kmcRqQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5UmN-a67M6Q/s400/DSC_0455_4623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567705410503289090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The urge to be confident and knowledgeable with my camera is there....but I can't seem to find the time to mess with it.  This picture is a perfect example.  Beautiful Doodle's nose is the only thing slightly in focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure I will be proficient with it in 10 - 15 years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good pictures to come some time in the "near" future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3739740363280136846?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3739740363280136846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3739740363280136846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3739740363280136846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-camera.html' title='Dog &amp; camera'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TUR2k_82thI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WOLbQrN5G3Q/s72-c/DSC_0457_4624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6122559670912620356</id><published>2011-01-26T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:51:53.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simplyartonline.net/elvis-presley-photograph.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.simplyartonline.net/elvis-presley-photograph.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is something I never understood how to make.  Only understood how to listen...and listen loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at a sheet of music is the equivalent of looking at Arabic for me.  Never wanted to be in the band....never wanted to play the guitar....but, I always wanted the latest and greatest U2 album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like my kid may have an "ear" for music....and so far I am thrilled with her taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 3 year old is very drawn to Elvis.  I wonder why.  Not like he is cute or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston has a "Classic Country" station that I listen to once in a blue moon.  Nothing like Willie Nelson singing to remind you why Texas is the greatest place on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Johnny Cash came on....my little backseat driver asked me to please turn it on again when it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far we have Elvis, Coldplay, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Aerosmith, and Cinderella as being her top favorites.  Good thing I will play the first five choices for her in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she has a music gene....Shorty can read music and is good at math.  I on the other hand can't do either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6122559670912620356?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6122559670912620356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/music-bone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6122559670912620356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6122559670912620356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/music-bone.html' title='Music bone'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1506739295463798386</id><published>2011-01-23T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:04:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lick the screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TTzdTba_dDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MTUDtSvHWEY/s1600/photo-100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TTzdTba_dDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MTUDtSvHWEY/s400/photo-100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565566565371311154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just a cell phone picture....my laziness inhibited my "professional" camera taking, editing, downloading.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply just wanted to invite you to lick the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made "Pioneer Woman's" Red Velvet Cake today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't really describe how totally delicious this is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My visceral fat layer grows just looking at this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I might go eat some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jealous, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1506739295463798386?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1506739295463798386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/lick-screen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1506739295463798386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1506739295463798386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/lick-screen.html' title='lick the screen'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TTzdTba_dDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MTUDtSvHWEY/s72-c/photo-100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2627641943448629924</id><published>2011-01-18T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:04:02.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdie &amp; the gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TTXxj1WytxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eDLTMvhN4mE/s1600/DSC_0452_4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TTXxj1WytxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eDLTMvhN4mE/s400/DSC_0452_4621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563618512606508818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the new member of our "family"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is "Birdie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had her on a trial basis....after a whine free night, and a clean bill of health at the vet, we decided to keep her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....once my two dogs stop moving....I will take a picture of them together. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't hold your breath for too long....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2627641943448629924?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2627641943448629924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/birdie-gang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2627641943448629924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2627641943448629924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/birdie-gang.html' title='Birdie &amp; the gang'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TTXxj1WytxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eDLTMvhN4mE/s72-c/DSC_0452_4621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3049042771977783744</id><published>2011-01-07T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:52:34.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.courier-journal.com/blogs/bruggers/uploaded_images/toilet2-717767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.courier-journal.com/blogs/bruggers/uploaded_images/toilet2-717767.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dogs, not getting dogs, posts filled with errors, misspelled words, and countless boring posts about horses....and now I am sharing about our new family toilet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised all four of you still read this thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a child's toilet seat on our guest room toilet for 2 years now.  It isn't easily removed really....no place to put it...and what guest wants to touch that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, once it is removed...it is time to get out the Clorox wipes...no matter how clean I keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today....our kid graduated to "I'm a big kid now" status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I disposed of the toilet seat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone are the days of chasing my guests down the hall asking if they need to go to the bathroom...and if they do....could they please not use that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be annoying...but, that makes me especially annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here is to a new bathroom addition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the little things that excite me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3049042771977783744?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3049042771977783744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-toilet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3049042771977783744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3049042771977783744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-toilet.html' title='A new toilet'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2870405713765196895</id><published>2011-01-04T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:24:51.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come on now....</title><content type='html'>As you know....if you read "A Real Short Story" that we didn't end up adopting that dog we named Gumbo.  Heartworms. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We followed our gut instincts and decided he was not the one for and he would find his perfect home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I sent 30 + emails.  To all the "poodle people" in our area...and some as far as 200 miles away to see if they had any adult dogs they were looking to find homes for and what kind of puppies were around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out there are very few litters now.  And only one adult dog looking for a home.  She is from the breeder where we bought "Doodle the Poodle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are half sisters.  Same momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to visit her....with Doodle and the kid....and we all became friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetest dog ever.  Calm, well mannered, pretty, perfect weight, and was good with my kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we left there...on the way home we all decided we wanted to take "Rosie" home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called the breeder and asked if we could have her...they were happy to say yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had her surgery today....in preparation for us to bring her home.  During the surgery...they found a large mass on her ovary.  Of course it was removed.  The veterinarian said it was contained and whatever it was had not spread.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we have to wait for a biopsy.  Really need it to come back benign.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here is hoping that Rosie turns out just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2870405713765196895?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2870405713765196895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-on-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2870405713765196895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2870405713765196895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-on-now.html' title='come on now....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2357669241217064761</id><published>2010-12-31T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:48:34.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty crate</title><content type='html'>Today was the day.  Today was the day we were supposed to bring home Gumbo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, there is an empty crate sitting in my office.  No new dog smell for Doodle the Poodle to find...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to pick him up....the over worked people at the Poodle Rescue accidentally told us he was heart worm free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, when we went to pick him up, the vet tech came out from the back and started giving me instructions on the heart worm treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes filled with tears....not necessarily for me....but, for the dog and for my kid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been talking about it for weeks.  Planning, shopping, name choosing.  And here I was with a brand new plaid collar with a name tag on it and I didn't have the "all healthy" dog I thought I was going to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be treated for heart worms....but our family can't provide the "quiet and calm" atmosphere he needs during his recovery.  A 1 1/2 year old dog and a 3 1/2 year old kid leave no room for calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standard Poodles are hard to find to adopt.  I am confident he will find a wonderful home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still searching...and will just be patient for the right dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2357669241217064761?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2357669241217064761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/empty-crate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2357669241217064761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2357669241217064761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/empty-crate.html' title='Empty crate'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3047741306870355425</id><published>2010-12-30T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:54:39.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/cm/goodhousekeeping/images/I6/shrimp-sausage-gumbo-fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/cm/goodhousekeeping/images/I6/shrimp-sausage-gumbo-fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name is official.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gumbo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be the owner of not just one 50 pound Poodle tomorrow....but TWO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like just yesterday I traveled down the highway with a perfectly groomed champion blood line 12 week old Standard Poodle on my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow....I will be traveling down the highway with a scroungy, shaved, previously matted, sun bleached, Standard Poodle in the back of my station wagon and have no clue about his pedigree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Knock, Knock!::  Is Allison there?  HELLO!?  Has anyone seen Allison?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kidding aside...all calling me crazy aside....all making fun of me aside....and all just calling me plain nuts.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are looking forward to introducing Doodle the Poodle to Gumbo.  I am sure the next month will be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed all the episodes of The Dog Whisperer that I have watched actually pay off.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3047741306870355425?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3047741306870355425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3047741306870355425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3047741306870355425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4931560128834277426</id><published>2010-12-28T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:50:04.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRpmovKszqI/AAAAAAAAAps/sgop3kp4QXk/s1600/photo-96.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRpmovKszqI/AAAAAAAAAps/sgop3kp4QXk/s400/photo-96.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555865940357074594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each day brings the Shorty family closer to being a little more crazy than we already are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see....we adopted a dog (pending a vet check, neuter job, and that the pup isn't playing host to any legless organisms.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This scroungy looking dog is named Chopper.  He is from Louisiana.  He has not been given the best life....but seems to be the sweetest dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding a second dog to our family has been on our minds for 6 months I guess....and we finally decided to opt for a rescue dog instead of another puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standard Poodles seem to be the only canine that fits here....I like big dogs and Shorty is allergic to most all dogs aside from Poodles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Chopper" has his chopper surgery tomorrow....so I will know tomorrow if he is a go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, stay tuned for news....and....feel free to suggest names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are changing his name....Shorty had a dog named Chops that he called Chopper during his childhood...so that won't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Cajun name is what we want....so...leave a comment with your suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new dog looks scroungy yes....but, you can tell he is a pretty dog underneath all that lack of care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Names please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4931560128834277426?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4931560128834277426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4931560128834277426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4931560128834277426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-friend.html' title='a new friend'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRpmovKszqI/AAAAAAAAAps/sgop3kp4QXk/s72-c/photo-96.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6350989891273513688</id><published>2010-12-26T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:58:29.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgNZ-MxykI/AAAAAAAAApE/gmggs_Fwwb0/s1600/DSC_0347_4582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgNZ-MxykI/AAAAAAAAApE/gmggs_Fwwb0/s400/DSC_0347_4582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555204880205990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is magical when you are 3 1/2.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is tiring when you are 33 1/2.  But, still fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas seems to always sneak up on me....every year.  Never living up to the empty promises I make to myself every year about having all my shopping done and finished the first week in December.  Typical style...I was finishing up on the 3rd week....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to normal....back to a schedule...and back to skipping toffee and haystacks for breakfast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6350989891273513688?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6350989891273513688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6350989891273513688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6350989891273513688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is.html' title='Christmas is....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgNZ-MxykI/AAAAAAAAApE/gmggs_Fwwb0/s72-c/DSC_0347_4582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7593727823562612211</id><published>2010-12-14T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:08:02.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick or something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First time in three days these fingers have touched this keyboard...and first time I have sat up straight for longer than 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady was sick....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, thankfully back to "normal"  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 2 pictures from the Santa breakfast we went to last week.  That was the day I came down with the funk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TQfoXW3FA2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/rr8raeNmrfY/s1600/DSC_0290_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TQfoXW3FA2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/rr8raeNmrfY/s400/DSC_0290_4553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550660553728656226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture makes me smile....second visit with Santa this year....and the moment she sat on his lap she started posing for the picture.  Guess she didn't want me to act like a fool and dance around like a loony farm resident.  Kid is smart enough now to realize if she just smiles...it is over with faster.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TQfoW2BQSII/AAAAAAAAAow/gl7BU-MCYFE/s1600/DSC_0255_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TQfoW2BQSII/AAAAAAAAAow/gl7BU-MCYFE/s400/DSC_0255_4535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550660544912967810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend of mine hosted the "Santa Breakfast" at her house.  Serious fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doughnuts, blueberry muffins, sausage balls, breakfast casserole, Chick fil a breakfast sandwiches, kolaches, cookies...and 956 other things to eat.  All the ladies in the picture above and I went to school together.  Known two of them since I was 4.  So hard to believe I have known them for 20 years!!!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to eat the delightful potluck buffet and visit and then Santa arrived.  Each kid got to sit with him....share wishes....he passed out books...and had to hurry back to the North Pole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were several "older" kids there who were totally into the Santa experience...the younger ones...not so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was fun....was a hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, time to get busy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7593727823562612211?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7593727823562612211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-or-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7593727823562612211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7593727823562612211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-or-something.html' title='sick or something?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TQfoXW3FA2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/rr8raeNmrfY/s72-c/DSC_0290_4553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4032083927828069173</id><published>2010-12-07T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:58:13.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TP6fkWo97wI/AAAAAAAAAoo/dFW_xl9xjr4/s1600/photo-90.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TP6fkWo97wI/AAAAAAAAAoo/dFW_xl9xjr4/s400/photo-90.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548047237868547842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures of pictures don't turn out so well....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'd say the kid likes Santa....a whole bunch....what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas Ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4032083927828069173?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4032083927828069173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4032083927828069173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4032083927828069173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-rocks.html' title='Santa rocks'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TP6fkWo97wI/AAAAAAAAAoo/dFW_xl9xjr4/s72-c/photo-90.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6140507187510865100</id><published>2010-12-04T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:20:40.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/50674754.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=E41C9FE5C4AA0A14E0D898E729B62FCEA7BE01C9E7CBD75EF7DDA91F343DE2B0B01E70F2B3269972"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 594px; height: 451px;" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/50674754.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=E41C9FE5C4AA0A14E0D898E729B62FCEA7BE01C9E7CBD75EF7DDA91F343DE2B0B01E70F2B3269972" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to share this old school Poodle picture I found online tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I will clip Doodle the Poodle to look just like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I was looking at pictures of Poodles on line is because I think I want another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep....I hear you....I am crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't say I was gonna get one....difference between want and get, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Shorty house hold is a one kid family....and the kid keeps asking for a puppy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now I am 60% against....and 40% pro puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow it may be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing it Patsy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Crazy.............."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6140507187510865100?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6140507187510865100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6140507187510865100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6140507187510865100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-new.html' title='something new?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6177402647221580825</id><published>2010-12-03T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:09:28.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice in one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPloL9pgGdI/AAAAAAAAAog/kKtzpK-TbFk/s1600/photo-89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPloL9pgGdI/AAAAAAAAAog/kKtzpK-TbFk/s400/photo-89.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546578970819959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this new, organic, expensive, and trendy little market just opened right down the street from out house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, to top it off.....it has a little cafe with an organic, NOT expensive, and trendy little menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salad bar, soup bar, free range chicken, Kobe beef, and fancy flat breads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The market however specializes in things like $30.95 balsamic vinegar and $7.00 tiny Santas made from chocolate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fun place to browse around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty loves the place.  Took my Mom there with the busy body 3 1/2 year old for her birthday lunch....and went again that night for a bite to eat after Christmas shopping for the said busy body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snapped a picture of my dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken and asparagus.  That is it.  Lean meat as big as your fist (yes this is a tad larger) and two veggies the size of your palm.  How we should all eat, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was really good....but was still hungry after this meal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they say "give your food time to digest, then you will be full." was true.....but was hungry again an hour later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang healthy eating.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmmmmmm.....wish I had a $7.00 chocolate Santa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6177402647221580825?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6177402647221580825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/twice-in-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6177402647221580825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6177402647221580825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/twice-in-one-day.html' title='Twice in one day'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPloL9pgGdI/AAAAAAAAAog/kKtzpK-TbFk/s72-c/photo-89.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6160850585545407597</id><published>2010-12-02T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:10:25.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me want to cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPftjI-6fZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vUXAyT3xv0M/s1600/DSC_0201_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPftjI-6fZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vUXAyT3xv0M/s400/DSC_0201_4515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546162654092623250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant piles of laundry....full washers....packed dryers....and folding laundry make me want to cry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it is my job....yes, I am a housewife by choice and I signed up for folding socks while watching Dora the Explorer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, how on EARTH do 3 people make so much laundry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neurotic tendencies make me do laundry almost every day.  I hate to have a full laundry basket, wet washcloths CAN NOT enter my piles, and gym clothes have to be washed that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes....I know....I need to make an appointment with a therapist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, little loads all combine in the dryer....and leaves me with one gargantuan stack to fold....and it takes forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always remember my Mom being adamant that I NOT leave my clothes in the basket inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go.  Laundry to fold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geezzzz.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6160850585545407597?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6160850585545407597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/makes-me-want-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6160850585545407597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6160850585545407597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/makes-me-want-to-cry.html' title='Makes me want to cry'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPftjI-6fZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vUXAyT3xv0M/s72-c/DSC_0201_4515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8552890537942893008</id><published>2010-12-01T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:33:57.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPbK4-VRPeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ka0qJBiEK1Q/s1600/photo-88.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPbK4-VRPeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ka0qJBiEK1Q/s400/photo-88.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843071307038178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy oh boy!  Another horse post!  Aren't you excited?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my lesson today....I got to ride a horse named Conrad.  Just under 18 hands and flat out beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my instructor pointed me in the direction of this lovely animal's stall....I fell in love when I opened his door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car lovers  would dream to drive a Lamborghini or a Ferrari and a Porsche.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the equivalent for a horse lover.  Was an amazing ride....I was a tad more nervous that usual.  Because of his size and the actually belongs to someone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And being nervous around horses and bees isn't good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson was still so cool...he did everything I asked with no complaints....and was so fun to ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The horse isn't for sale....but would probably cost about what a brand spanking new BMW would sell for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy isn't it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad he can't come live with us.  He would be so happy in our postage stamp back yard.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry it was another horse post....but,  just couldn't help myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conrad is on my mind.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8552890537942893008?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8552890537942893008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8552890537942893008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8552890537942893008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPbK4-VRPeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ka0qJBiEK1Q/s72-c/photo-88.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5101742194300891259</id><published>2010-11-29T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:26:07.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPR7l9x5X5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/VESNiTj7KQg/s1600/DSC_0159_2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPR7l9x5X5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/VESNiTj7KQg/s400/DSC_0159_2092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545192933369143186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I am officially a bad blogger.  My 4 family members that read this must be so happy for my new post!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no new pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture from last year....my movie actress dramatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; with her big smiles in front of the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would take some pictures of her in front of the tree this year....but, my back hurts from carrying the 9 ft fake tree out of the attic and assembling it all on my own while Shorty was at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to be nice and have the place all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decorated&lt;/span&gt; when he got home....was 90% there when he arrived...and I think he was pleased he didn't have to help.  ;)  Do I win wife of the year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to have more pictures and captivating "Short Stories" up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee whiz people....I've been busy.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5101742194300891259?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5101742194300891259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-loser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5101742194300891259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5101742194300891259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-loser.html' title='Blogging loser'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TPR7l9x5X5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/VESNiTj7KQg/s72-c/DSC_0159_2092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3471282204172964585</id><published>2010-11-11T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:10:48.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>save your pennies and nickels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TNxbJH4esUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SjHhVXMFZPk/s1600/photo-87.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TNxbJH4esUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SjHhVXMFZPk/s400/photo-87.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538401854051758402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the dollars will take care of themselves (Isn't that the old saying?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, you can buy your kid (and wife) a horse some day.   Are you reading this Shorty?  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty and the little one came to watch me ride today.  She has never seen me ride horses and I bet my husband has watched maybe 2 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was fun to have an audience....think she liked watching me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I could sneak a peek at her, she was on Shorty's knee pretending to ride.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think she was born with the horse gene....I gave it to her....cause Shorty isn't so fond.  But, glad he came to watch....allergies and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3471282204172964585?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3471282204172964585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/save-your-pennies-and-nickels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3471282204172964585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3471282204172964585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/save-your-pennies-and-nickels.html' title='save your pennies and nickels'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TNxbJH4esUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SjHhVXMFZPk/s72-c/photo-87.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6937162249878164710</id><published>2010-11-08T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:40:58.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude...</title><content type='html'>"You better change your attitude..."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something a teenager hears quite often....and something important to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my dear friends has been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to her house before 9 am this morning to take her to her doctors appointment and her 3+ hour weekly chemo session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I walked in her house this morning....all smiles.  When we walked into the waiting room...all smiles.  We sat in our chairs laughing about our goofy friends, celebrity gossip, and just had fun sitting together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went in her appointment alone and sent me a text message when she was settled into her chemo chair so I could go back and sit with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked in the room, she was sitting in a bleak, cold, and quiet room....but, there she was, all dressed up in her fancy jogging suit, sparkly flip flops, covered with a giant soft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; mink blanket with her US Weekly in hand with the biggest smile on her face.  She was all ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the nurse poked her in the chest to start her chemo....that was the only time I saw her frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly she has her down moments....but I really look up to her for keeping such good spirits in the wake of not such good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attitude is everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if yours is bad....change it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6937162249878164710?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6937162249878164710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6937162249878164710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6937162249878164710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude.html' title='Attitude...'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8841534951913421400</id><published>2010-11-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:10:11.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorks are Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TNdJRHCsISI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uyMj4m9wEe8/s1600/photo-85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TNdJRHCsISI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uyMj4m9wEe8/s400/photo-85.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536974825172246818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to my first NFL game today.  In a suite, with free food, drinks, ice cream, private bathroom, and waiters.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Houston Texans cheerleaders even stopped by our suite to take pictures with the dorks who would participate.  My friend Cristen (the other girl not in Texans gear) convinced me to take a picture and to be one of those dorks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a fun day...even though we lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how the men acted like 14 year old boys when those women came in the room.  Even the older ones.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing to see that some things never change.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8841534951913421400?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8841534951913421400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/dorks-are-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8841534951913421400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8841534951913421400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/dorks-are-us.html' title='Dorks are Us'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TNdJRHCsISI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uyMj4m9wEe8/s72-c/photo-85.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6580705424380564573</id><published>2010-10-29T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:24:27.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMuczLQQWwI/AAAAAAAAAno/qj6qKKw7joc/s1600/DSC_0170_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMuczLQQWwI/AAAAAAAAAno/qj6qKKw7joc/s400/DSC_0170_4415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533688970163018498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I decided to make Halloween cookies tonight.  Friday nights are real exciting over here in the Shorty Household.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a total of probably two hours and got 2 dozen cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMucy8CPSHI/AAAAAAAAAng/N1qtf9lURuo/s1600/DSC_0169_4414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMucy8CPSHI/AAAAAAAAAng/N1qtf9lURuo/s400/DSC_0169_4414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533688966077696114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kitchen is covered in royal icing, powdered sugar, paper towels, and dirty dishes.  AND I have a full dishwasher to unload....just to fill up again with all the junk I used to make the cookies in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMucyUtAMAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/U9iGGq9jBWE/s1600/DSC_0168_4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMucyUtAMAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/U9iGGq9jBWE/s400/DSC_0168_4413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533688955519643650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are KINDA cute....aside from the fact the "pumpkin" cookies look like tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They really are more orange in real life.  No way was I doing faces on those darn pumpkins....so vines it was.  And, they then turned into tomatokins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMucxxL05KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bxDn5Vm12Xw/s1600/DSC_0167_4412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMucxxL05KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bxDn5Vm12Xw/s400/DSC_0167_4412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533688945985250466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blurry picture...of a crazy messy kitchen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you please come clean it for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6580705424380564573?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6580705424380564573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/really-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6580705424380564573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6580705424380564573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/really-worth-it.html' title='really worth it?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMuczLQQWwI/AAAAAAAAAno/qj6qKKw7joc/s72-c/DSC_0170_4415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4911720243659629375</id><published>2010-10-27T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:47:34.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMji7BFPz6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/ti8EUyrG4Ek/s1600/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMji7BFPz6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/ti8EUyrG4Ek/s400/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532921645755256738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have zero new pictures to share.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Halloween is around the corner...found a picture of my little ladybug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From back in the day when I was able to choose for her.  This year, she is Ariel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was Cinderella and now it is Ariel.   Gag me with a spoon.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trick or treating Sunday evening....Doodle the Poodle will also be dressed up,  as Sebastian the Crab from The Little Mermaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that sick or what?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I need therapy since I agreed to all of this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute pictures to come.  Well....KINDA cute.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4911720243659629375?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4911720243659629375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4911720243659629375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4911720243659629375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-time.html' title='Happy Halloween Time!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMji7BFPz6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/ti8EUyrG4Ek/s72-c/IMG_0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3946943623826305317</id><published>2010-10-21T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:33:29.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible?  yep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMCiT4knYWI/AAAAAAAAAnA/E0mCbVwwCgI/s1600/DSC_1058_4325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMCiT4knYWI/AAAAAAAAAnA/E0mCbVwwCgI/s400/DSC_1058_4325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530598804898144610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking pictures of seven 3 and 4 year olds is pretty tough.  One smiles -  six don't -  six smile - &lt;div&gt; 1 won't.  Or make silly faces....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMCh7h3ca6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/9anGNYan3VM/s1600/DSC_1060_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMCh7h3ca6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/9anGNYan3VM/s400/DSC_1060_4326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530598386486242210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost everyone smiling here...and my kid sticks out her bottom lip.  And one not looking at the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChzsxjrMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/e6iaGxA8p0o/s1600/DSC_1056_4323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChzsxjrMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/e6iaGxA8p0o/s400/DSC_1056_4323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530598251975388354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChpJwlrRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_rupF68Hpcs/s1600/DSC_1051_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChpJwlrRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_rupF68Hpcs/s400/DSC_1051_4318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530598070777392402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two really good smilers and five not intersted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChe6SiiwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/iCSRK0RVZv4/s1600/DSC_1057_4324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChe6SiiwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/iCSRK0RVZv4/s400/DSC_1057_4324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530597894826134274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite one....I love how a hand is on a shoulder....too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChVB0GKQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WSUoDwmZlnI/s1600/DSC_1038_4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMChVB0GKQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WSUoDwmZlnI/s400/DSC_1038_4309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530597725047236866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love all our friends from play group....they like each other so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, last but not least, my favorite kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3946943623826305317?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3946943623826305317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/impossible-yep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3946943623826305317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3946943623826305317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/impossible-yep.html' title='Impossible?  yep.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TMCiT4knYWI/AAAAAAAAAnA/E0mCbVwwCgI/s72-c/DSC_1058_4325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5793808302678002344</id><published>2010-10-19T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:06:29.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TL3c1P94a_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/mHnKXZDdqo8/s1600/photo-84.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TL3c1P94a_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/mHnKXZDdqo8/s400/photo-84.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529818724858096626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not one for Halloween decorations.  No, I am not anti - Halloween....but, just don't go all out with fake grave yard scenes with half dead skeletons crawling out of my weed infested flower beds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, for those of you who ARE into Halloween decor, thank you.  At least I get to let my kid enjoy the scenery somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Halloween decor consists of a pumpkin on the front porch, a fake plug in jack - o - lantern on the desk in the kitchen, a pumpkin candle, and the cat votive holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was cute.  So did my kid.  So, we bought it yesterday....and I promptly put a fall scented candle in it....2 hours later, this is what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY didn't I realize this would happen?  And, WHY did someone MAKE a candle holder with holes in the bottom?  No, you can't put a votive in its own holder....too small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my black Halloween kitty barfed pumpkin flavored candle wax all over my kitchen sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5793808302678002344?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5793808302678002344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/decor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5793808302678002344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5793808302678002344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/decor.html' title='decor'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TL3c1P94a_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/mHnKXZDdqo8/s72-c/photo-84.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7475045102462087112</id><published>2010-10-18T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:32:57.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3cHhDbsagtY/R3Arj9unwAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/79VAYuTVUjQ/s400/beta_fish_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3cHhDbsagtY/R3Arj9unwAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/79VAYuTVUjQ/s400/beta_fish_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was just too much....too much temptation for a 3 1/2 year old.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We promised the kid we would buy her a fish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tonight...we took her to Petsmart and let her select the fish she wanted.  She had already named him Dopey before we even owned him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brought the fish home, prepared the bowl, washed the multicolored rocks and pink princess castle for the fish (yes, gag me...I know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to keep the fish in her adjoining bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had asked to keep it in the dining room several times...but, pink resin plastic castles in clear bowls don't exactly go with my decor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she went with the idea to keep it in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is an easy child...goes right to sleep...no arguments....never gets out of bed....no whining....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, tonight was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kept hearing her messing in her room....went in once and found her stirring the fish bowl with her hair clip and had given him enough food for 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we cleaned her up....and said that you can't mess with Dopey...only look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45 minutes later, I hear marble like objects dropping at the foot of her bedroom door...I open the door and she had piled up a hand full of the "decorative" rocks we had purchased for the bottom of Dopey's bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had changed clothes, several times, and had been "playing" with her fish all evening....while we thought she was asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, needless to say, Dopey has to find a new home.  And, he may loose the castle and resin sea turtle if he is going to live on my antique hutch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I am mean...but, I DID buy her a fish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't laughed that hard in a while....poor kid thought she was in trouble.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Dopey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7475045102462087112?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7475045102462087112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7475045102462087112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7475045102462087112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/temptation.html' title='temptation....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3cHhDbsagtY/R3Arj9unwAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/79VAYuTVUjQ/s72-c/beta_fish_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2163631285944817063</id><published>2010-10-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:27:27.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...she gets it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLjUpVBYRSI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A2oQEsBGnj8/s1600/DSC_1026_4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLjUpVBYRSI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A2oQEsBGnj8/s400/DSC_1026_4296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528402349079938338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our driveway....kinda downhill.....but, she gets it!  Finally learned how to pedal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of her "athleticism" skills seem to be coming from my gene pool.  Just takes her a little longer....and is very cautious.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, that is AOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ride on!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2163631285944817063?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2163631285944817063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/finallyshe-gets-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2163631285944817063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2163631285944817063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/finallyshe-gets-it.html' title='finally...she gets it!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLjUpVBYRSI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A2oQEsBGnj8/s72-c/DSC_1026_4296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1957924923261732093</id><published>2010-10-13T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:53:13.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you probably don't care....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYaAMTMO-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/TkgArnuIaYM/s1600/photo-77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYaAMTMO-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/TkgArnuIaYM/s400/photo-77.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527634183247903714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I had to share pictures of the massive horse I rode today.  His name is Cadbury....a Cleveland Bay that is 18.1 hands tall.  Basically means that from the ground to wear his neck meets his back he is a little over 6 ft tall.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYZ_nukjPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cOOgYrttlxA/s1600/photo-79.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYZ_nukjPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cOOgYrttlxA/s400/photo-79.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527634173430631666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look extra special dorky in this picture.  Like my helmet?  Wish you had one just like it....my head is massive enough as it is.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYZ_t2S-GI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TsMdSDgvISo/s1600/photo-78.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYZ_t2S-GI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TsMdSDgvISo/s400/photo-78.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527634175073646690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the lesson.  Think he liked me....we are friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I picked his hooves up to clean them before we rode....they were the size of small dinner plates.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYZ_U-nvUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_ns9mi-uJr0/s1600/photo-80.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYZ_U-nvUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_ns9mi-uJr0/s400/photo-80.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527634168397675842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...about to put him back in the pasture so he could eat the rest of the afternoon away.  Man, that sounds FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again Cadbury.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1957924923261732093?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1957924923261732093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-probably-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1957924923261732093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1957924923261732093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-probably-dont-care.html' title='you probably don&apos;t care....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TLYaAMTMO-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/TkgArnuIaYM/s72-c/photo-77.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6582082201878207078</id><published>2010-10-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:49:51.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TK4hvx_pgSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TSrUHg1YM1Q/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TK4hvx_pgSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TSrUHg1YM1Q/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525390897588044066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HIKING!  My first time to go HIKING people.  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on our trip to the desert mountain west....we went hiking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, for those of you who know Shorty and I very well....you can go ahead and stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip up north was for business AND pleasure.  Who doesn't find gasping for air at above 8,000 feet above sea level fun?  Come on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Shorty and I called this resort town our home....we only participated in "outdoor activities" aside from golf, like 3 times.  Not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we had our first time on our trip...and we have been married for 8 years.  Think it took long enough?  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my running shoes, a tshirt, and some roomy shorts.  Shorty had a backpack, some bottled water and a map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were about to embark on the trail....a lady came down....with ski poles...to aid her in her hiking journey.  A huge backpack filled with who knows what...and attached to it was a canary yellow plastic whistle.  Then, a loud radio message came from her shorts...then I noticed the two way radios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?  Why on Earth do they need all this?  Then, I got nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I kept on....following Shorty up the steep hill....to climb to God knows where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trees got thicker...and thicker...and the air got thinner....each time a chipmunk ran in front of me...I lost 3 years of my life....I panicked every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moose....huge moose live in those mountains....I kept telling myself this.  That one would come out of no where and trample me.  I got tears in my eyes...not cause I was crying....just kind of scared.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a tendency to over react sometimes when I am in unfamiliar territory. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I looked up to my left....and saw a few 14 million dollar homes WAY up on the mountain...so, it calmed me down....then, we saw people...and that calmed me down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I was able to take some really beautiful pictures with Shorty's cell phone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post more tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed hearing about my first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6582082201878207078?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6582082201878207078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6582082201878207078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6582082201878207078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-time.html' title='My first time....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TK4hvx_pgSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TSrUHg1YM1Q/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-753474934280106146</id><published>2010-09-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:45:05.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traveling nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TKKnZvOAUCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1vxrfoALjSs/s1600/009_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TKKnZvOAUCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1vxrfoALjSs/s400/009_9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522160153723424802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do we look like nerds or what?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty sure I would win any contest for "WORST skier EVER"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of the few times we skied when we lived above 7,000 ft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too chicken and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coordinated&lt;/span&gt; enough.  I crashed into a ravine....safe to say I won't ever ski again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are headed back to the place we lived for a year of our lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have already planned where we are eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner each day that we are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pants have gotten tighter just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-753474934280106146?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/753474934280106146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/traveling-nerds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/753474934280106146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/753474934280106146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/traveling-nerds.html' title='traveling nerds'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TKKnZvOAUCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1vxrfoALjSs/s72-c/009_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7525873738789129285</id><published>2010-09-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:10:36.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TKAYOWOWwrI/AAAAAAAAAlI/UA9q-YMEj2Q/s1600/DSC_0964_4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TKAYOWOWwrI/AAAAAAAAAlI/UA9q-YMEj2Q/s400/DSC_0964_4208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521439777919255218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She put that hat on unassisted.  Sat down, put the hat on...adjusted her bow and waited to eat her ice cream.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two parties in one day.  Back to back in the same place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a blast.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture shows something she inherited from me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A massive forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7525873738789129285?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7525873738789129285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-it-all-hang-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7525873738789129285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7525873738789129285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-it-all-hang-out.html' title='party people'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TKAYOWOWwrI/AAAAAAAAAlI/UA9q-YMEj2Q/s72-c/DSC_0964_4208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3006969312289668917</id><published>2010-09-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:28:15.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hothandouts.com/cleaning/cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.hothandouts.com/cleaning/cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is what my upstairs was like. Filthy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a room above our garage....the bird room....the guy room....turned into.....no one wants to clean room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the birds have moved out...I feel like I have 500+ square feet added to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I cleaned....and cleaned....and scrubbed. And it was gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds are dirty. Dusty....and dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my bouncing off the walls active child painted 904 pictures, I cleaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more bird dust....clean windows....and sunflower seedless carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do miss them...but, I love the clean room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treated for bugs, accidentally inhaled a little of it...and coughed my lungs out....but, I am ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for your concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it will be my place to watch chick flicks.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3006969312289668917?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3006969312289668917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/filthy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3006969312289668917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3006969312289668917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/filthy.html' title='Filthy'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7431278514910945113</id><published>2010-09-21T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:17:52.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJl0Sj4DI2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/BSAE4fczAMg/s1600/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJl0Sj4DI2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/BSAE4fczAMg/s400/DSC01578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570680536048482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feathered friends that is.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day....the day we sent our parrots to live in bird paradise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loro &amp;amp; Verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJl0RyhkBuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UlxNAaPsNAk/s1600/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJl0RyhkBuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UlxNAaPsNAk/s400/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570667288397538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loro even gave me birthday gifts.  What bird does that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have any pictures of the little parrot...he never sat still enough for a photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met "the bird lady" in Giddings, Texas today.  The half way mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got out of the car....and was dressed like a zoo keeper.  Head to toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her life is birds.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so very thankful and happy they will live the rest of their 50 years in bird luxury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are ever at the Horseshoe Bay Resort in the hill country....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell Loro and Verde we miss them...but know they are having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sniff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7431278514910945113?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7431278514910945113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7431278514910945113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7431278514910945113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell-friends.html' title='Farewell friends...'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJl0Sj4DI2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/BSAE4fczAMg/s72-c/DSC01578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5601060755304549640</id><published>2010-09-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:42:24.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no dirty hands, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJfvLLcBdvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8IHUd7GNULU/s1600/photo-76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJfvLLcBdvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8IHUd7GNULU/s400/photo-76.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519142843693758194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kid does not eat much.  Not meaning picky...just meaning she isn't a huge eater....no large quantities.  Clearly, she did not inherit that from her mother.  You know, I did win a hot dog eating contest at church camp in the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will try most anything.....within reason...and ONLY when she is really hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her obsession with artichokes brought tears at the grocery today.  I was made to feel like an awful mom in the produce section this afternoon...I wouldn't buy my kid a $3.00 artichoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am mean.  But, I did serve one to her almost every night last week...so don't call the authorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made lamb chops for dinner tonight.  And she ate them like crazy.  Notice the napkin on the bone....a certain 3 year old is not fond of dirty hands.  Eats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; chip cookies the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I make her that way?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lamb I made tonight was SUPPOSED to be lamb chops.  But, all they had was rack of lamb.  The kind butcher gave me some for free since they didn't have what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Recipe&lt;/span&gt; was out of last months Cooking Light.  If you like lamb...you should make....it is yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for now....gotta clean the kitchen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boooooo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5601060755304549640?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5601060755304549640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-dirty-hands-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5601060755304549640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5601060755304549640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-dirty-hands-please.html' title='no dirty hands, please'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJfvLLcBdvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8IHUd7GNULU/s72-c/photo-76.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4664497557014135289</id><published>2010-09-19T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:47:30.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken &amp; what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1RkTb_QI/AAAAAAAAAko/s7OJ1YLlhbo/s1600/photo-75.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1RkTb_QI/AAAAAAAAAko/s7OJ1YLlhbo/s400/photo-75.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518727338052549890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuzzy picture yes.  Shorty and I went to a wedding last night.  It was pretty fancy...fancy place....and fancy food.  EXCEPT for the fried chicken and waffles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious deliciousness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1RXhe_CI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WUeGwADXeQs/s1600/DSC_0865_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1RXhe_CI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WUeGwADXeQs/s400/DSC_0865_4150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518727334621805602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So at the wedding last night, Shorty looked at me and said "you must make this for lunch tomorrow"  So I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made fried chicken tenders AND drumsticks....just like at the wedding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1Q6DIlQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QninSVkPa6I/s1600/DSC_0867_4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1Q6DIlQI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QninSVkPa6I/s400/DSC_0867_4151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518727326709880066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made waffles in the waffle iron....and heated up some syrup.  Sounds bizarre doesn't it?  Let me tell you....it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1QiRzzzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ei-4LwPMoi8/s1600/DSC_0868_4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1QiRzzzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ei-4LwPMoi8/s400/DSC_0868_4152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518727320328982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stored everything in a warm oven while I made fried chicken in batches and 2 waffles at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1QFMnZ5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/N5Z1KUlgHMY/s1600/DSC_0869_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1QFMnZ5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/N5Z1KUlgHMY/s400/DSC_0869_4153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518727312522569618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the final product.  Sweet, salty, crunchy, and yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't get back to eating right...I might end up in trouble.....but, it was so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the bride and groom for having such a unique display of food on their special day....so good that I copied it the very next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try it sometime....I am sure you will be a fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it is nap time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4664497557014135289?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4664497557014135289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4664497557014135289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4664497557014135289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-what.html' title='Chicken &amp; what?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJZ1RkTb_QI/AAAAAAAAAko/s7OJ1YLlhbo/s72-c/photo-75.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4269132629590296444</id><published>2010-09-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:45:11.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by the OCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bocarecovery.com/Test/Images/OCD/ocd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 501px; height: 501px;" src="http://www.bocarecovery.com/Test/Images/OCD/ocd2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My OCD finally paid off.  For all the times I recheck stuff, second guess myself, and make sure I locked the back door.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to call Discovery Health.  I have normal every day OCD.  Every one has it...just different things they obsess over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people count stuff, check things, clean, and or collect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do a few of those...and I read labels of personal care products.  Yes, I am crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every since I was little and could really read, I loved reading the back of face wash bottles, lotion, and medicine.  I wanted to know what it was going to do for me.  No harm in that, right?  Once I read the bottle...I mean the whole thing...ingredients and all...I was done.  Again, reason #2 NOT to call TLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today...I bought some new shampoo.  What nut reads the entire back of a shampoo bottle?  (maybe you should call Discovery) Would make a good show after Hoarders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used the shampoo tonight and I read the entire set of directions.  After "rinse and repeat"it said this "if you have colored, permed, tinted, or gray hair, rinse for 5 minutes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 MINUTES?  Who does that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I colored my hair not too long ago.  For the first time.  I was a virgin.  SO, I wanted to preserve my beautiful plain brown hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plug your ears if you are a tree hugger...I used 5 minutes of fresh clean water in vain...all to keep my stray gray hair from showing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my nutty habit saved me some cash.  If I would have ruined my dye job over my dang shampoo...I would have been a mad hatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read your labels.  Even if makes you nutty like me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I lock the back door?  Wait, did I blow out that candle?  What about the curling iron?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4269132629590296444?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4269132629590296444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/saved-by-ocd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4269132629590296444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4269132629590296444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/saved-by-ocd.html' title='Saved by the OCD'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4881186126899781507</id><published>2010-09-16T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:39:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate diets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJJxBWmsi1I/AAAAAAAAAjY/nFgDSjglLyI/s1600/DSC_0860_4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJJxBWmsi1I/AAAAAAAAAjY/nFgDSjglLyI/s400/DSC_0860_4105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517596761543969618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you be on a diet when your kid's babysitter has a 16th birthday?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I did not make the cake.  I am slacker Mom.  Believe it or not, I got it a Wal-Mart.  For 6 bucks...and it was delightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to quit the gym because my kid refused to go with me....and I am not going to go at 6 am (at least I am honest with myself) and not going to leave the family 4 nights a week to go do sit ups.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am left with a few options.  Eat healthy and jog around the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, doesn't that sound enticing?  Carrot sticks and running?  BOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I am going to have to do it.  Certainly notice a change since I stopped working out and have had my hand in the animal cracker bag too many times this week.  Burn &amp;amp; cut calories...the only way to loose weight.  I refuse to buy bigger sizes...not that I am at that point...but, just won't go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO...back to the calculator I go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4881186126899781507?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4881186126899781507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-diets.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4881186126899781507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4881186126899781507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-diets.html' title='I hate diets.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJJxBWmsi1I/AAAAAAAAAjY/nFgDSjglLyI/s72-c/DSC_0860_4105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1565882699918960891</id><published>2010-09-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:55:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJGTBc8vHPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/cRZhZGdhihw/s1600/photo-74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJGTBc8vHPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/cRZhZGdhihw/s400/photo-74.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517352671665659122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every Wednesday....I look forward to it every week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erases my mind....not that laundry and cooking....cleaning....and child care are pressing issues...but, it makes me totally relax.  My mind thinks of nothing but riding that dang horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up with a horse and have loved them ever since I can remember.  I rode when we lived in Utah, and before I got pregnant with the little one.  Now that she is in school a little longer...I have a little more time...one day a week....to do something I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the horse I rode today.  Riding at a place called Tally Ho Farms.  About 15 minutes from my house.  Not the best picture...I will get a better one next week.  I am sure you are all just dying to see it.  Most of you love horses so much.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the description of the horse from the barn....for those of you interested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Surprise is an 8 yr old Cleveland Bay Cross.  She has grown too much to be a pony and is a small horse now.  She is a great lesson horse with miles and miles of patience.  She has already been to several shows and is getting lots of ribbons, including a Reserve Champion.  She almost always wins the hack class and has a beautiful jump.  Surprise has been used in lessons for both intermediate and more advanced students.  Easy to ride with great gaits she will be one of the student’s favorites."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The horse is named Surprise....cross between a huge horse and a small one...everyone was "Surprised"  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She jumps 4' + jumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry....I don't do that.  Not yet at least.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Important to do something you love.  A hobby....something that is just for you.  Sounds selfish maybe...but, it is good for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tally Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1565882699918960891?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1565882699918960891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/lessons-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1565882699918960891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1565882699918960891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/lessons-please.html' title='lessons please'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TJGTBc8vHPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/cRZhZGdhihw/s72-c/photo-74.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5136337261618772516</id><published>2010-09-12T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:41:01.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freehosting.tomaweb.com/quitsmoking/images/cigarette_composition.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 330px;" src="http://freehosting.tomaweb.com/quitsmoking/images/cigarette_composition.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to smoke.  A bunch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I got pregnant, and I quit.  Cold turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been around the cancer sticks my whole life.  All 4 of my grandparents smoked, my parents, my aunts, my uncles, my friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly but surely, they all quit....most people in my life have stopped smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad quit after having the shocking news of "you've had a heart attack, and it was most likely caused by nicotene." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the one person I thought would smoke forever quit.  He just put them down....and it makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he hasn't fallen off the all important wagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, another person has quit.  I can safely say I have no more blood relatives who smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all about the person making the decision to quit.  You can't tell someone to quit and fill their ear with all the nasty things cigarettes do, still does not work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will only quit when they are ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have never smoked, you will never know the power a little white stick can have over your life.  And you will never understand what a huge accomplishment it is to finally quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why my post is called "Glory Week,"  That is how the "experts" refer to the first week you stop smoking...it is the toughest part....and the biggest accomplishment.  Cold turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here is to you Minnie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations for making one of the best decisions of your life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go Mom &amp;amp; Dad.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5136337261618772516?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5136337261618772516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/glory-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5136337261618772516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5136337261618772516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/glory-week.html' title='Glory week'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2421510120749029899</id><published>2010-09-08T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:28:51.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need therapy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TIf9DfQBVNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/5PgkoqDDXTI/s1600/DSC_0863_4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TIf9DfQBVNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/5PgkoqDDXTI/s400/DSC_0863_4108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514654505108591826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How incredibly embarrassing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just took a picture of the sad display of items that I call my wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night...was "clean out the closet crazy lady style."  Our bathtub was filled with disheveled, misshapen, and fugly clothes.  Some Shorty's and some mine.  And, the ones I got rid of were black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please call a therapist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Organized things make me happy...so, my closet was not making me happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is of my casual "Mom" shirts.  Serious.  What is wrong with me?  Black, white, grey, and to change things up a bit....STRIPES!  How exciting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is ONE blue sweater....on the right.  I just bought it the other day at my new favorite place to shop.  It was $15.00.  What a big spender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...as I sit here in my grey tshirt....(that I found while cleaning out my closet) no one can have too many bland colored tshirts, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a stylin' girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever need wardrobe advice, you know how to contact me.  I am full of great ideas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look in my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone, please help me.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2421510120749029899?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2421510120749029899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-therapy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2421510120749029899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2421510120749029899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-therapy.html' title='I need therapy.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TIf9DfQBVNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/5PgkoqDDXTI/s72-c/DSC_0863_4108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3780611891572214267</id><published>2010-09-07T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:29:56.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE muffins!</title><content type='html'>So...I finally figured it out.  Remember those muffins I was talking about....the ones where the waiter told me what was in them...but no amounts?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the best replica I think I could have made.  Except, I may add a little more baking soda next time....1 teaspoon more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALLISON'S Corn Jalapeno Muffins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can call them MINE because I made it up - right?)  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 1/4 C Flour - do not sift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 C Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 1/2 tsp Baking Powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp Baking Soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 C Brown Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/4 C Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 TBS Vanilla Extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Large Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Stick Softened Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 oz Shredded Mild Cheddar Cheese (don't use the pre shredded kind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-8 oz Frozen Sweet Corn - cooked and drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 TBS Jalapenos - Diced kind in a jar - of course more = spicier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine four, sugars, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill Milk into a large measuring cup.  Then, add just enough *vegetable oil to make it 1 1/3 cup.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add the milk oil and mixture to the flour mixture.  Cut in the butter, beat with hand mixer about a minute on medium.  Then, add one egg at a time, then mix for another minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stir in cheese, corn, and jalapenos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used baking cups in my muffin pan.  SO much easier than greasing one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake at 350 for about 18-20 minutes...until a toothpick comes out clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have taken a picture of one...but, I ate them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you make them.....and then invite me over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Muffin Top Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3780611891572214267?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3780611891572214267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/muffins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3780611891572214267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3780611891572214267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/muffins.html' title='THE muffins!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2530487543799726438</id><published>2010-09-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:32:58.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's party time people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TH_6A5oIDEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/t8YI_rN-tsk/s1600/stellaad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TH_6A5oIDEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/t8YI_rN-tsk/s400/stellaad2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399362300841026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has come and gone....my first party, people!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lovely friends came to see what in the world I have gotten myself into.  We played with jewelry, drank a glass of wine, and caught up seeing each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl, Kelly, is a "Star Stylist" with the company.  She has every single piece of jewelry that she has earned or gotten free practically.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am only just a starter here...so I don't have everything yet...but I will.  Dang it, I WILL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several people already want to have parties for me....cause you get free goodies man!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past 2 days, I wore sparkly jewelry...and I didn't feel too silly.  Made me feel a little sassy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if that is a bad or a good thing....but I think it is the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to order more fun stuff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, this is kinda fun.  I told ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2530487543799726438?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2530487543799726438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-party-time-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2530487543799726438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2530487543799726438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-party-time-people.html' title='it&apos;s party time people...'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TH_6A5oIDEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/t8YI_rN-tsk/s72-c/stellaad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3581477238442214891</id><published>2010-08-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:46:04.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THwlxGsu61I/AAAAAAAAAiw/swmkP4MI3QQ/s1600/DSC_0833_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THwlxGsu61I/AAAAAAAAAiw/swmkP4MI3QQ/s400/DSC_0833_4055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511321569536699218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was the kid's first day of preschool and she rocked it like no other.  No tears, no hesitation, nothing but smiles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of school and the first day I was able to actually capture the humidity on "film."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be a normal Mom and take those all important "first day of school shots" and the August sweltering humidity got the best of my lens.  By the time I hurriedly wiped it with my shirt...it was foggy....again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at least we will all remember what the weather was like that day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy kid = happy Mom = happy everyone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go little E!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3581477238442214891?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3581477238442214891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-firsts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3581477238442214891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3581477238442214891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-firsts.html' title='Day of firsts'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THwlxGsu61I/AAAAAAAAAiw/swmkP4MI3QQ/s72-c/DSC_0833_4055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7922066253240058822</id><published>2010-08-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:18:02.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no nuts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinntastic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/mr-peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 620px; height: 370px;" src="http://www.quinntastic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/mr-peanut.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kid's new school is labeled as a "nut free zone"  "no nuts of any kind"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worried they won't let me in the door to drop her off.  You know, cause I am a nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, it seems as if I will have to inspect every label of food items before they go in her box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can use this as a way to force myself to become more creative!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh fruit, cheese sandwiches, cheese tortillas, pasta in a thermos, soup in the winter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as an example....no yogurt covered raisins.  They are "manufactured in a plant with nuts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang allergies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share some ideas with me....some NUT free lunch ideas for a 3 year old....who ever comes up with the most creative idea...might get a surprise from me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might is the key word, and who knows what it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7922066253240058822?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7922066253240058822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-nuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7922066253240058822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7922066253240058822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-nuts.html' title='no nuts....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8897364708172486395</id><published>2010-08-27T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:42:31.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delighted...and a little sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THhwpyYLwGI/AAAAAAAAAio/TYa6k-QowcI/s1600/IMG_2709_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THhwpyYLwGI/AAAAAAAAAio/TYa6k-QowcI/s400/IMG_2709_4043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510278007287955554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could probably call me &amp;amp; Shorty "weird bird people"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, we would probably be ok with that.  We always spend more time looking at the birds than anything else at the zoo....Shorty proposed to me with a Canary and a diamond ring...and we own two birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had 4 since we have been married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And had one before we were married.  His name was Uno.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....we are sending our two birds to live in paradise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested....here is the story......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our birds Loro - the Mini Macaw and Verde the Mini Parrot have lived in our house for almost 8 years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our kiddo was a little over one, we moved to this house, it has a garage apartment....perfect spot for birds to live when you have little fingers in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loro's beak is powerful enough to take off a child's finger.  And, even as overprotective of her as we are...we could never leave her in a room alone...or ever take our eyes off her.  Not to mention parrots are a little loud...not fun during nap time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty and I had big plans to go up...and play with our birds...give them the attention they needed.  That worked fine for a while...then our kid got busy...school, ballet, friends, playgroup, and me too.  Cleaning house, cooking dinner, and just every day life really kept us from being able to play with our feathered friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...we all know about the newest addition to the Shorty pet shop....Doodle the Poodle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodle and the birds could never coexist in the same house...ever.  To dangerous for both parties!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we ever move...we would be in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the past year, I have been brainstorming...thinking of a place for the birds...and with much resistance from Shorty.  They live a very long time...and VERY hard to find a suitable home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on an anniversary trip a few weeks ago - you know - the place with the muffins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it was -   Bird paradise.  The hotel has these beautifully manicured grounds...with giant flight cages with paired Macaws, African Grey's, Yellow and Gold Macaws, and so on....all surrounding an 18 hole bent grass putt putt golf course.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideas started rolling through my head.  "What if the birds could live here?" "Heaven on Earth for them...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing it was a shot in the dark, I emailed the hotel and titled my letter "Donation Inquiry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They responded within 10 minutes with a form letter asking what type of donation I wanted from the hotel, what my organization was for, and how much money I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly...they thought I was asking THEM for money...when I was really asking them to TAKE something from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I kindly responded and explained that we had just visited their property and were totally impressed by their bird sanctuary...and if there was a chance they would take our birds in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 10 minutes, I got another response....Yes, the "bird lady" at the hotel was interested.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called her the next day...she asked me a few questions.  Said "we never take birds, but you have something I am interested in."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a single mini macaw and a mini parrot...just like we have...so they will each be paired with a like "mate or friend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes a blood test to determine male or female in most birds...that's why I use the words mate/friend.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offered to make the 4 hour drive to deliver them....she then asked where we lived and kindly told me she would be in our area in 2 - 3 weeks and would pick them up then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are delighted and sad all at the same time.  Like I said...we are weird bird people....they have been with us for almost a decade...but they will likely live many many more decades...and we want them to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are ever in Marble Falls at the Marriott on Horseshoe Bay, tell Loro and Verde we miss them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8897364708172486395?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8897364708172486395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/delightedand-little-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8897364708172486395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8897364708172486395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/delightedand-little-sad.html' title='Delighted...and a little sad'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THhwpyYLwGI/AAAAAAAAAio/TYa6k-QowcI/s72-c/IMG_2709_4043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-9010663252664187825</id><published>2010-08-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:24:30.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless plug....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THdI1NgY_9I/AAAAAAAAAig/T-h5S3Iyi1U/s1600/35257_417014976568_129763821568_4552291_7617081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THdI1NgY_9I/AAAAAAAAAig/T-h5S3Iyi1U/s400/35257_417014976568_129763821568_4552291_7617081_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509952748106874834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;What still fits no matter how many powdered doughnuts you eat during a staff meeting? What always fits no matter how many pieces of pizza and cake you eat at your kid's best friends 4th birthday party at Chucky Cheese?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;The Answer - Jewelry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Who has ever felt frumpy, in need of an update, and just plain boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;***Raising my hand***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Ever since I became a Mom, my wardrobe now consists black t-shirts from Target and ponytails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;But, that is just the way it is...I'm not going to change....but, I can ADD to my boringness....making my simple choices of clothing more interesting...and less depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Look at that lady....her jewels make her sparkle.  Has nothing to do with her flawless skin and perfectly shaped almond eyes....it's that dang jewelry!  ;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;But really...look at the picture....imagine the beauty in just the dress...beautiful...but not as stunning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THdIwSh6gpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lH-gQXJt1s8/s1600/44657_428416621568_129763821568_4845343_4921428_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THdIwSh6gpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lH-gQXJt1s8/s400/44657_428416621568_129763821568_4845343_4921428_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509952663556096658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who loves getting invites to shop at your friends houses?  Who thinks "damn, I have to go and BUY something...."  (I can SEE all of you raising your hand)   But this is fun...it really is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;This Mom hates shopping sometimes. Making decisions are difficult for me. Think that is why my entire closet looks the same...just different variations of black t-shirts from The Gap and Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Decided to become a part of a company that can help me and tons of other women and Moms become less boring...and for a good price!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;www.stelladot.com/allisonshort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;It is less than a week away....bring a friend or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Send me a message and I will let you know where the party is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-9010663252664187825?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9010663252664187825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/shameless-plug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/9010663252664187825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/9010663252664187825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless plug....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THdI1NgY_9I/AAAAAAAAAig/T-h5S3Iyi1U/s72-c/35257_417014976568_129763821568_4552291_7617081_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-855980105012886827</id><published>2010-08-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:48:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THXTAEyTChI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wTWGVRXqtew/s1600/photo-72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THXTAEyTChI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wTWGVRXqtew/s400/photo-72.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541717395835410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to go to a funeral a few weeks ago.  It was in a very small town in North - Central Texas.  It was a funeral for a lady that has been a part of my husband's family for quite some time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her service was at this Baptist church in the city's downtown...it was a historical land mark.  She was a third generation member of this church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was old, it was unassuming, it was simple, and it was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THXS3V6fgXI/AAAAAAAAAho/lZ0E2SFrkrQ/s1600/photo-71.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THXS3V6fgXI/AAAAAAAAAho/lZ0E2SFrkrQ/s400/photo-71.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541567374786930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plain white walls with wooden beam supports...and these amazing stained glass works of art.  All along the sides of the sanctuary and at the front by the Baptismal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her service was a lot like the church....full of purpose but, not over done.  One song, some pretty flowers, and her pastor gave an easy to follow message.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me think that sometimes the more simple we keep things the better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to do....but, it is true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-855980105012886827?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/855980105012886827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/855980105012886827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/855980105012886827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-beauty.html' title='Simple beauty'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THXTAEyTChI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wTWGVRXqtew/s72-c/photo-72.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1359743095087042094</id><published>2010-08-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:37:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THLMGY7M4II/AAAAAAAAAhg/TeAPDp2ZsMQ/s1600/DSC_0818_4038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THLMGY7M4II/AAAAAAAAAhg/TeAPDp2ZsMQ/s400/DSC_0818_4038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508689704369578114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serious yum....I love birthdays!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made Shorty a French Silk Pie for his birthday.  Hadn't made one in a LONG time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say that I am pretty sure it is my favorite pie ever.  Pretty easy to make and is always a crowd pleaser.  Shorty's whole family loves this pie...I guess I knew about it before I met the Shorty clan...but had surely never made one.  So, I found this recipe about 7 years ago...it is still folded up all nice and pretty...with chocolate splatters all over it....in my recipe book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't as pretty as a birthday cake per say....but it sure does taste better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post the recipe in the coming days....make it for yourself....or for someone you like.  Or for that matter...make it for someone who doesn't like you...they will surely be your friend after they eat this pie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1359743095087042094?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1359743095087042094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-dude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1359743095087042094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1359743095087042094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-dude.html' title='Happy Birthday, dude!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/THLMGY7M4II/AAAAAAAAAhg/TeAPDp2ZsMQ/s72-c/DSC_0818_4038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-962250676332045679</id><published>2010-08-18T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:52:22.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/v3/12-12-2007.NF_12cornbread.GJU29TVOD.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/v3/12-12-2007.NF_12cornbread.GJU29TVOD.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't. Stop. Thinking. About. Those. Damn. Cornbread. Muffins.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty and I went on a little gallivant into the hill country to celebrate the fact that we are still married after 8 years.  He still kinda likes me and I still kinda like him.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night...we went to dinner.  After the waiter brought me my iced tea....he brought this mounding basket of steaming hot bread items.  All kinds, French bread, white bread, wheat bread, and these muffin looking things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty and I each devoured one of the "corn bread" muffins...then two, then three...and I will stop there to ensure my lack of self control isn't made known to my loyal fan base of 4 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow...we talked about the muffins the rest of the night....then the next day.  (yes, we are exciting people)  Shorty never comments on bread products....so you know they were good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next night....the waiter who clearly had no regard for the fact that my shorts were too tight because of all the muffins he served me the night before....brought another huge basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked up the nerve to ask for the recipe.  I was turned down.  Flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the kind muffin sever man brought back a little piece of paper...with all the ingredients written down.  No amounts...just what was in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flour, milk, eggs, cheese, jalapenos, corn, baking powder, sugar...etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....I am making it my goal to figure out these muffins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, if you are lucky....I might share with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Muffin (TOP) Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-962250676332045679?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/962250676332045679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-obsessed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/962250676332045679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/962250676332045679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-obsessed.html' title='I&apos;m Obsessed'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6307538946608902372</id><published>2010-08-13T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:12:08.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Born Killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.findagrave.com/photos250/photos/2006/251/18829_115782561844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.findagrave.com/photos250/photos/2006/251/18829_115782561844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did the blog title grab your attention?  What could I have to say about Natural Born Killers?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...I am sure most of you know....its a movie.  From the 90's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened to have a soundtrack that I liked in high school.....and I have the CD.  (yes, I'm old school and still have CD's.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...I digress as usual....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mom got a new car...a station wagon.  Awesome huh?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...my new ride does not have an MP3 connector like my old ride does...so I reached into my storage trunk and pulled out the ol CD collection.  One I started a long time ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't have the little one in the car, I often listen to music a little louder and avoid Coldplay. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I picked her up from "summer camp" one afternoon....the Natural Born Killers soundtrack was still in the player (awesome mom) and the Patsy Cline song "Back in Baby's Arms" was playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My child began dancing and kicking her feet harder than I have ever seen her before.  She is now in love with Patsy Cline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has asked me 943 times if we could go find Patsy Cline and watch her sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't gone there...haven't talked about death or people dying (whats the point) so we keep saying she only sings on the radio or on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea....no idea how tired I am of "Packin' Baby's arms"  as my kid lovingly refers to the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Oliver Stone.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6307538946608902372?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6307538946608902372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/natural-born-killers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6307538946608902372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6307538946608902372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/natural-born-killers.html' title='Natural Born Killers'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2358545456842283655</id><published>2010-08-06T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:27:17.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RVW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yobeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/rip-van-winkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 327px;" src="http://www.yobeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/rip-van-winkle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it because we kept her up till 10 pm?  Or is my kid gonna grow a long white beard and turn into Rip himself?  My new nick name for her is "RVW"&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She slept till after 930 this morning.... (not complaining) and is now logging close to her second hour of nap time today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my kid gets tired...she gets super busy....not like her mother who gets super grumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day now becomes....How do we wear her out to make her sleep tonight?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2358545456842283655?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2358545456842283655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/rvw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2358545456842283655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2358545456842283655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/rvw.html' title='RVW'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-770948093965905776</id><published>2010-08-04T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:47:48.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TFoIJEFB9BI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Catp3fMIaUk/s1600/DSC_0633_3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TFoIJEFB9BI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Catp3fMIaUk/s400/DSC_0633_3928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501718846593168402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems like I am on a roll....blogging about once a week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady only has one kid...one husband...and one house....and I still am a slacker.  Think it is a combination of that and being kinda boring...which is fine by me.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Shorty and I have been wanting a new picture for above our fire place since we moved here over 2 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been to every store under the sun...and have come close to buying something "just because" and not because I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...yesterday...I found what I have always wanted.  You might think it is u-g-l-y .... but that is the beauty of art right?  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was birthday shopping for my sister in law in this new trendy little boutique in our town....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a pieces of art from a local artist in their shop.  I have been in there a dozen times and have always liked his stuff....but nothing that did it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday this was hanging on the back wall...and now it is hanging on my wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is Edgar Medina...mostly contemporary stuff...lots of things in Houston and surrounding areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I waited...it pays to be patient.  Something I am not all that good at being...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to find something to go next to it on the mantle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully that doesn't take 2 more years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-770948093965905776?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/770948093965905776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/770948093965905776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/770948093965905776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-week.html' title='Once a week....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TFoIJEFB9BI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Catp3fMIaUk/s72-c/DSC_0633_3928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3384920679199044899</id><published>2010-07-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:32:14.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just incase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TFD1MzMlz_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qqp6k24gJg4/s1600/photo-70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TFD1MzMlz_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qqp6k24gJg4/s400/photo-70.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499164745269628914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep...it has been a week since I have entertained my family with a blog post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As every other "blogger" always promises, "BE BACK SOON!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I am not going to promise that.  I have been busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing a book about health food for children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think my picture could be on the cover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer time has been full of  "junk" for our family....but, it's ok....right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chocolate covered doughnut with candy sprinkles makes a trip to the store more enjoyable...for me....for my kid...and for fellow shoppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty sure my book would be a best seller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes...I am kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to entertain you with a blog again soon.  That is...if I'm not too busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3384920679199044899?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3384920679199044899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-incase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3384920679199044899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3384920679199044899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-incase.html' title='just incase...'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TFD1MzMlz_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qqp6k24gJg4/s72-c/photo-70.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5699106565255797488</id><published>2010-07-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:35:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TEYU_FzM0XI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PZzNI_HCqnQ/s1600/CSC_0630_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TEYU_FzM0XI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PZzNI_HCqnQ/s400/CSC_0630_3924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496103469373510002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just got back from the beach.  The kid wasn't thrilled with the sand this time....but, do you think the dog had fun?  Doodle the Poodle jumped through  the water the entire time....think she will be sleeping for days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the clean freak that I am...I washed her every time after we took her to the beach....no sandy dogs in the house please.  Can you imagine?  Stinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Shorty and I have always just taken her to regular grooming places....nothing fancy or special.  Our neighbors have Standard Poodles and they always look so much better than Doodle...she always looks like Doodle the Shaggy Poodle compared to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found this place...that really only does Poodles.  I took her there this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I walked in...I almost started laughing.  It is called "Fee-Fees"  yes...I know...I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little old house was decorated with china plates with poodle profiles on them...you know..the kind you order out of the dorky magazines.  (Sorry if you are a commemorative plate fan) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we picked her up today...and this is how she looks.  This is what they are supposed to look like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she knows it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TEYU4UwBKsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rPfP7c8hcTA/s1600/photo-69.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TEYU4UwBKsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rPfP7c8hcTA/s400/photo-69.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496103353127611074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who would have thought this animal would be in the back of my car?  She sure is sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think my kid likes her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog Show!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5699106565255797488?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5699106565255797488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5699106565255797488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5699106565255797488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog.html' title='The dog'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TEYU_FzM0XI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PZzNI_HCqnQ/s72-c/CSC_0630_3924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4186791156631063297</id><published>2010-07-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:34:26.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl and her dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDy-m8paLmI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FfnXqoCIKOQ/s1600/CSC_0546_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDy-m8paLmI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FfnXqoCIKOQ/s400/CSC_0546_3873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493475221809278562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kid and my dog love each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this blurry photo of them playing...they do this every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodle the Poodle is quite tolerant of a certain 3 year old.  They play "doggie school" and "doggie nap time" and "grooming salon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad to say they have moved out from under my feet in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sharing a picture of the 2 things I spend my day taking care of.  Too bad the laundry, trash, papers, and toilet bowl cleaner brush couldn't be in the photo too.  Then it could be all my duties in one!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4186791156631063297?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4186791156631063297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-and-her-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4186791156631063297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4186791156631063297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-and-her-dog.html' title='A girl and her dog'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDy-m8paLmI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FfnXqoCIKOQ/s72-c/CSC_0546_3873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1097718244091593528</id><published>2010-07-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:11:52.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yea or nay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDue-FRBeQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/M3viCsSpKeQ/s1600/DSC_0573_3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDue-FRBeQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/M3viCsSpKeQ/s400/DSC_0573_3892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493158959911106818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is my family room....or as I call it...the den. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, we took care of our neighbors dog.  I developed "floor plan envy" in doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their home is like ours....backs up to a reserve...no neighbors behind them.  The have huge open windows.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We however, do not.  They are covered in shutters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our "den" can be fairly dark....and that is OK too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDue3RbhrGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZujoEMnOGwg/s1600/DSC_0572_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDue3RbhrGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZujoEMnOGwg/s400/DSC_0572_3891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493158842917301346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another shot of the back windows.  Like I said...we have been here for 2 years...and if you know Shorty and I at all....you know we like change in our house.  We are always looking at real estate....pondering changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I am trying to change a few things....maybe a little easier than packing a moving truck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDuevCG7EuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EVcNc0Y4fHk/s1600/DSC_0579_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDuevCG7EuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EVcNc0Y4fHk/s400/DSC_0579_3893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493158701365400290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I took off the shutters this afternoon before Shorty got home.  It is hard to believe how much bigger and brighter the room is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, does it look good?  Seems as if they need some sort of window treatments....they have pretty moldings....but don't think that will cut it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDuemIS4P0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1Edk4lyS5xA/s1600/DSC_0581_3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDuemIS4P0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1Edk4lyS5xA/s400/DSC_0581_3894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493158548407336770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One last shot of the shutterless Shorty windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?  I like it one minute...then the next, I don't.  Do they look stupid?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang indecisiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1097718244091593528?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1097718244091593528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/yea-or-nay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1097718244091593528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1097718244091593528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/yea-or-nay.html' title='yea or nay'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDue-FRBeQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/M3viCsSpKeQ/s72-c/DSC_0573_3892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3063369602223499342</id><published>2010-07-11T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:44:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B4 and after....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDqN5ObfwMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/v9GBSTX_Ruo/s1600/DSC_0569_3889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDqN5ObfwMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/v9GBSTX_Ruo/s400/DSC_0569_3889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492858709797224642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is a picture of the Shorty's master bath from 2 days ago.  It has looked like this since we moved here about 2 years ago.  My Mom put a fresh coat of paint on it for us then...and I have been needing a change.  So.....well....kinda boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are lucky to know one dang good "painter-color helper-pickerouter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is Jim...painted this house, and the one we lived in before.  He is a champion at helping pick the right colors for the right areas...it ain't so easy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suggested a red ceiling at our old house....we did it and it was the best.  I SO miss that red ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDqNxXAkd5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kDt0sX_hfV4/s1600/DSC_0571_3887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDqNxXAkd5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kDt0sX_hfV4/s400/DSC_0571_3887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492858574661253010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is the new bathroom.  Pretty dark....and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is a sorry excuse to show the new look...the lighting is hard, can't use a flash, and I am a moron when it comes to adjusting color in photoshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least you can see the difference a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you need a face lift for your walls, home, cabinets....call Jim.  Message me and I can send you his number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing what a simple coat of paint can do. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3063369602223499342?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3063369602223499342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/b4-and-after.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3063369602223499342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3063369602223499342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/b4-and-after.html' title='B4 and after....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDqN5ObfwMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/v9GBSTX_Ruo/s72-c/DSC_0569_3889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3726770880738645595</id><published>2010-07-09T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:25:03.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad Mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDc-Rl6Y7nI/AAAAAAAAAfw/s_E76MwMu4k/s1600/DSC_0530_3832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDc-Rl6Y7nI/AAAAAAAAAfw/s_E76MwMu4k/s400/DSC_0530_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491926742557322866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How could you forget someone's birthday?  Will she ever forgive me?  Or will she hold a grudge forever?  No cake, no presents, and no hats.   I am just so busy these days....sometimes things like birthdays just slip my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy belated birthday, Doodle the Poodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her birthday was June 30th.  Think the human Shorts spent the evening at the pool....all while Doodle stayed at home alone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, hope she will forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3726770880738645595?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3726770880738645595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-bad-mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3726770880738645595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3726770880738645595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-bad-mother.html' title='Bad Bad Mother...'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDc-Rl6Y7nI/AAAAAAAAAfw/s_E76MwMu4k/s72-c/DSC_0530_3832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1173997730691269439</id><published>2010-07-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:11:25.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another bug....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDYF9wNX3JI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ucitmAJVD7w/s1600/CSC_0559_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDYF9wNX3JI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ucitmAJVD7w/s400/CSC_0559_3869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491583354096049298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another huge bug.  This thing was massive.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It almost lost its life....from afar....I thought it was a sickening roach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With spray in hand....Shorty realized it wasn't a roach....and we left it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the same beetle as the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just want to know why they have to come hang out at my house and make me think I have the World's Biggest Roach on my wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind beetles or bugs....but no roaches.  Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Chills::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1173997730691269439?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1173997730691269439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-bug.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1173997730691269439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1173997730691269439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-bug.html' title='another bug....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDYF9wNX3JI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ucitmAJVD7w/s72-c/CSC_0559_3869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1016964426355166842</id><published>2010-07-07T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:53:29.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proceed with Caution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDTMbCGHXKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/01IKCUUUQTg/s1600/photo-67.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDTMbCGHXKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/01IKCUUUQTg/s400/photo-67.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491238610462530722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There she is....my kid about to take on the wild and crazy "butterfly slide" at our neighborhood pool.  Took this today....during her swim lesson....her teacher wanted to get her to finally do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 years....the kid finally did it on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDTMT4Gc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QcT8AjKyLlE/s1600/photo-68.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDTMT4Gc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QcT8AjKyLlE/s400/photo-68.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491238487520507282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is an action shot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The slide is tiny...goes into the baby pool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kid isn't a risk taker....well....at least it takes her a while to warm up to things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safe to say 2 years is a pretty good while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after she did it once....she did it about 80 more times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Miss Lauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels good to learn something new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1016964426355166842?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1016964426355166842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/proceed-with-caution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1016964426355166842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1016964426355166842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/proceed-with-caution.html' title='Proceed with Caution'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDTMbCGHXKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/01IKCUUUQTg/s72-c/photo-67.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-1005438314349155652</id><published>2010-07-06T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:42:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDPoaXwQeGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aPws02MLJ_o/s1600/DSC_0560_3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDPoaXwQeGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aPws02MLJ_o/s400/DSC_0560_3865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490987910445430882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here it is....my "new" painted buffet.  Love it.  Really.  It used to be brown....with a few cigarette stains from 1950.  Kinda miss them...but I can manage.  It looks perfect in our kitchen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My talented Mother suggested the location and I picked the color.  Love both of them.  Today....I fooled around with putting a few "pretties" on top.  Only thing I bought for it was the lamp.  At my favorite place of course....Target. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDPoTzSviPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LU-ubhkvS8I/s1600/DSC_0562_3867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDPoTzSviPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LU-ubhkvS8I/s400/DSC_0562_3867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490987797578746098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still don't understand adjusting colors in Photoshop...so this picture really isn't real....the color isn't that drastic.  The first picture is a better representation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it?  Like the stuff on top?  Should I move stuff around?  Was pretty happy with the whole thing and think I did the right thing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Minnie.  I owe you.  Too bad I can't paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty, isn't it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-1005438314349155652?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1005438314349155652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1005438314349155652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/1005438314349155652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDPoaXwQeGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aPws02MLJ_o/s72-c/DSC_0560_3865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7730034959191764575</id><published>2010-07-04T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:20:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDFcVbiIcOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bpDgIFfspcQ/s1600/DSC_0552_3858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDFcVbiIcOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bpDgIFfspcQ/s400/DSC_0552_3858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490270943979270370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Shorty family spent half the day at the Short family's house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating, sitting, and eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty's cousins were here visiting, Shorty's uncle, and the little one's great grandmother also came to join in for the eating, sitting, and more eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be the first to admit that while I think fireworks are great and dandy...I don't strive to go out of my way to watch them.  Today...I was thankful that her Dad piled the kid in the stroller and took her on the 20 minute hike to watch them....all while I stayed in the AC and watched television and stuffed my face.  Gee, aren't I a great Mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was good...did I mention I ate too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7730034959191764575?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7730034959191764575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7730034959191764575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7730034959191764575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th.html' title='The 4th'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDFcVbiIcOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bpDgIFfspcQ/s72-c/DSC_0552_3858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2915516178341735629</id><published>2010-07-03T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:08:29.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Geographic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDAIknITjII/AAAAAAAAAe4/jrwUQstjsLo/s1600/CSC_0545_3851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDAIknITjII/AAAAAAAAAe4/jrwUQstjsLo/s400/CSC_0545_3851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489897370836765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please tell me why large strange bugs and critters come to MY house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First a Coral Snake, then a Wolf Spider, then the World's Fattest Walking Stick with mate, and now THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beetle was huge....just hanging on the side of our garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He left me alone...and I left him alone.  I am sure he is harmless....but come on...he looks kinda scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EEEK&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2915516178341735629?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2915516178341735629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/national-geographic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2915516178341735629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2915516178341735629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/national-geographic.html' title='National Geographic'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TDAIknITjII/AAAAAAAAAe4/jrwUQstjsLo/s72-c/CSC_0545_3851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6143869376340019825</id><published>2010-07-02T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:22:41.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock...is anyone there?</title><content type='html'>Outta practice....outta habit....out of stories....out of time....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 excuses as to why I haven't blogged in 6 days.  For my 3 readers...I sincerely apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few highlights of my most exciting life....just to get back on track.  Then, more riveting blogs to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My 3 year old has started telling jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A magic solution of water and floor restorer made my scratch covered floor look almost as good as new....or should I say better than ruined.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I experienced the zoo in Houston during a rainstorm produced from feeder bands from a hurricane.  Yeah, no thanks.  The zoo is bad enough as it is.  (Yes, I am a bad Mom...I do not enjoy the zoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Watched a movie called "Taken" and have decided my daughter will never leave my sight until she is 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Received a letter from the doctor I referenced in one of my recent posts.  The letter reconfirmed my belief that this doctor should go back to "Bedside Manner" class in medical school.  The letter was just as cold and unfriendly as the doctor was in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Ate a Godiva Cheesecake that was out of this world.  Had to send it out of my home to ensure that my pants would fit me the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Starting to shop for a new mattress.....I hate laying on the floor model beds.  What if the person who was there before me hadn't showered in a few weeks....or had head lice?  ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Thinking about painting our bathroom....wonder what colors make you look thinner.  BLACK!  Painting our bathroom black!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Excited about my grandmother's old buffet.  Kind of an art deco inspired wood buffet that we have had since we were married.  I really do like it....just no place for it in our house...until my creative Mom suggested we move it into the kitchen.  I pulled it out of hiding...and it looks great.  I picked a color and yet again...my artsy Momma is painting it for me.  Should be getting it soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Got to eat lunch with 4 girls I have known almost all my life...and their little munchkins...spending a little more time with the girls this summer....been nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Praying for a dear friend's Mom.  She was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer and is meeting with doctors today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Enjoying a somewhat lazy holiday weekend with family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Being thankful I found what I consider to be the greatest doctor! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much sums up what I have been doing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to bore you some more in the future with my Short Story posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will share my 3 year old's joke next....think I should send her to Hollywood to Last Comic Standing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 4th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6143869376340019825?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6143869376340019825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/knock-knockis-anyone-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6143869376340019825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6143869376340019825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/knock-knockis-anyone-there.html' title='knock knock...is anyone there?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6031331379134369459</id><published>2010-06-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:14:49.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>For once....someone finally listened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I posted a blog about a horribly negative experience that I had with a physician.....and I took it off.  Not sure why...but I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did indeed have the most unpleasant experience with an individual who is supposed to be someone that is there to help me.  Not judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An experience with someone who does have a great deal more of an education than me...but, is not better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who is supposed to help heal, not hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, that is OK....I have moved on....and it must have happened for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it pushed me out of an unhelpful place into an office where I was listened to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I met with a doctor that treated me with kindness, compassion, honesty, and fairness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that the way we should treat everyone?  Even if they aren't as "smart" as we are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read somewhere recently that we should treat everyone we encounter with "kindness" because you never know what battles they are fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this whole experience has reminded me to try and be kind to people....no matter what kind of day I have had....to give people a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This does not seem like a typical Short Story entry to me.  But, the two night an day experiences I had with 2 different medical professionals really opened my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just take a moment...to be kind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is really the only way anyone wants to be treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am glad I got treated that way today....from someone WAY smarter than me...and someone who made it clear they were there to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:Smiling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Doc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6031331379134369459?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6031331379134369459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6031331379134369459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6031331379134369459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-537043362532281896</id><published>2010-06-19T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:35:51.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatball city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LVxFwzoI/AAAAAAAAAew/clDdqKpebKU/s1600/DSC_0531_3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LVxFwzoI/AAAAAAAAAew/clDdqKpebKU/s400/DSC_0531_3843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484693127278153346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't even like spaghetti really.  Just doesn't do it for me.  But, tomorrow is Father's Day....my Dad loves spaghetti....my husband loves it...and so does my father in law....so why not?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I spent almost 3 hours making meatballs and sauce from scratch. (I used canned tomatoes) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty's grandma is 100% Sicilian.  She shared her recipe with me for "Sicilian Meatballs and sauce."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I said I didn't really care for spaghetti...but hers is out of this world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know mine won't be as good as hers....but....with all that time I spent....it better be kinda good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LMbQd_pI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Z-TsrOxbmCY/s1600/DSC_0535_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LMbQd_pI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Z-TsrOxbmCY/s400/DSC_0535_3844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484692966798655122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think I am a clean cook?  I usually clean as I go....but not so much today.  What a slob! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LGGQ_FHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Pl8P61f6ihw/s1600/DSC_0536_3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LGGQ_FHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Pl8P61f6ihw/s400/DSC_0536_3845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484692858084463730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is....the final product to simmer for 3 hours.  I tasted it....and it IS good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-537043362532281896?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/537043362532281896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/meatball-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/537043362532281896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/537043362532281896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/meatball-city.html' title='Meatball city'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TB2LVxFwzoI/AAAAAAAAAew/clDdqKpebKU/s72-c/DSC_0531_3843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-364647797946260867</id><published>2010-06-12T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:45:48.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater cheater....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ypcommando.com/images/pumpkin_lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 360px;" src="http://ypcommando.com/images/pumpkin_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheater cheater pumpkin eater....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone remember that rhyme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...that is me.  I am a cheater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have already fallen off my new diet goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't eaten goldfish....but, I have eaten way worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think it is going to require a little more planning....a little more research....and a little more shopping and preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...I have eaten chips, a granola bar, a little pizza, and a cupcake.  Way to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a book....dedicated to eating a diet without processed food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until it arrives...I will be a pumpkin eater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to end my post with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Winner winner chicken dinner!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-364647797946260867?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/364647797946260867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/cheater-cheater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/364647797946260867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/364647797946260867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/cheater-cheater.html' title='Cheater cheater....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5114095740936850720</id><published>2010-06-11T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:56:43.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eaglesweb.com/IMAGES/mother_goose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 416px;" src="http://www.eaglesweb.com/IMAGES/mother_goose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most 3 year olds love nursery rhymes.  I am not saying mine doesn't....because she can recite several of them....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today...I wondered..."is this normal?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was her first swim lesson of the summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her instructor...as they were beginning the lesson Miss Lauren asked my kid what she wanted to sing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Row Row Your Boat?  Mary Had a Little Lamb?  Humpty Dumpty?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope....my kid wanted none of the above.  She asked Miss Lauren if she could please sing Coldplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be waiting by the mailbox to open my "mother of the year certificate"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5114095740936850720?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5114095740936850720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5114095740936850720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5114095740936850720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/say-what.html' title='say what?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8006709535036443679</id><published>2010-06-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:54:07.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish and zits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thenationalevil.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/goldfish_cracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 233px;" src="http://thenationalevil.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/goldfish_cracker.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish my skin was as clear as this goldfish's....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I can remember...I have always kinda struggled with my skin....not terrible skin....but just not clear skin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is either covered in breakouts, or it is red, or splotchy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there are worse things to worry about...but, when your skin feels uncomfortable...so do you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made countless trips to the dermatologist...leaving with topical creams that burn my face and cause it to peel like an onion.  Pockets full of antibiotics that kill the good bacteria in my body and then cause other problems...and my favorite was a potassium blocking medicine used for heart conditions. (They recently discovered it helps clear acne)  This worked wonders.  Cleared my skin up right away...but it messed with my hormones...and that is as far as I will go with that story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am sure you are sick of hearing me complain about my skin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I think I have found another angle...another way to "fix" it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more and more I read on the Internet...I wonder if it is the old saying that "you are what you eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regularly stuff my face with over processed junk.  Granola bars filled with sugar, cereal, goldfish, crackers, cookies.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 30 something mom is tired of having skin that looks like a 14 year old going through puberty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am vowing to stay away from it.  Not to loose weight...just to see if it helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh food, natural food, easy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I am not turning into a food weirdo...I just want clear skin...and I will try whatever it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that was painful to read for the 2 people who made it to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to have positive news to report on my exciting new way of eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly...I will slip up...I ain't perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will do my best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already miss crackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Sigh** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8006709535036443679?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8006709535036443679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/goldfish-and-zits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8006709535036443679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8006709535036443679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/goldfish-and-zits.html' title='Goldfish and zits'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4024150662593409407</id><published>2010-06-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:03:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mayan-riviera-family-vacations.com/images/blueparrotfireshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 554px; height: 370px;" src="http://www.mayan-riviera-family-vacations.com/images/blueparrotfireshow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope.  I didn't take this picture.  But, I wish I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture I found on the good ole' Internet of a fire show that we watched while we were in Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a well known little place right on the beach called the Blue Parrot that was within walking distance from our hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had seen the show 2 times before and had to show our other travel buds what it was....because it is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sit at a little plastic table...in the sand...looking over the water...and the smell of gasoline is in the air.  Then...these girls dressed in leather outfits come out twirling fire rings, batons, hoops, and loops through the air.  You can't even believe how their hair does not catch on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are in better shape than anyone I have ever seen....think Shorty thought the same thing too.  He kept talking about the fire dancers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with a 100 other "jokes" from our trip...we kept asking Shorty if he needed to go back and see his girl friends play with fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are ever in Playa del Carmen....go to the Blue Parrot and watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It is totally nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4024150662593409407?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4024150662593409407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4024150662593409407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4024150662593409407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-mama.html' title='hot mama'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-96424535679720979</id><published>2010-06-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:59:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where I been</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TA8ezJz01xI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7lwBWdJj_10/s1600/IMG_2655_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TA8ezJz01xI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7lwBWdJj_10/s400/IMG_2655_3700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480633135688636178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I have been looking at for the last 4 days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes....tough indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My posts are coming back...for all 3 of you....I will be bloggerizing more.....funny stories from south of the border.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for all of you who were wondering....Mexico felt safer than Houston.  Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on track...and back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing my kid and welcoming back normalcy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacations make me smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-96424535679720979?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/96424535679720979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-i-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/96424535679720979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/96424535679720979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-i-been.html' title='where I been'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TA8ezJz01xI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7lwBWdJj_10/s72-c/IMG_2655_3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2424650424324708433</id><published>2010-06-03T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:55:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the barf bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAgknPJmcQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/g0B5Q5EiwwI/s1600/IMG_2613_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAgknPJmcQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/g0B5Q5EiwwI/s400/IMG_2613_3699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478669203196506370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl rarely gets grossed out about bugs.  With the exception of roaches.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have found another one...another one that grosses me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is in my garage...and it won't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swept it out of the garage and it is back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS IT?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2424650424324708433?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2424650424324708433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-is-barf-bag.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2424650424324708433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2424650424324708433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-is-barf-bag.html' title='where is the barf bag?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAgknPJmcQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/g0B5Q5EiwwI/s72-c/IMG_2613_3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-452424258065696709</id><published>2010-06-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:07:30.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where have you been?</title><content type='html'>I am a no good bloggin' fool these days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-452424258065696709?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/452424258065696709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-have-you-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/452424258065696709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/452424258065696709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-have-you-been.html' title='where have you been?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-324312638227141865</id><published>2010-05-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:56:43.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acabar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHS8lZuaKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kQhnLZRZK0k/s1600/DSC_0313_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHS8lZuaKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kQhnLZRZK0k/s400/DSC_0313_3507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476890560133228706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty sure that is how you say "finish" in Spanish.  "Acabar"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty is finished with the yard....beautiful!  Over to the left of the walkway is an herb garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that a hint for me to cook more?  Wonder if they will taste better than the McCormick "Italian" seasoning I put on everything.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHS0PkRSHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/U4bI8T68D84/s1600/DSC_0314_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHS0PkRSHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/U4bI8T68D84/s400/DSC_0314_3508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476890416832923762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a little closer of the herbs.  A certain variety of basil, a low growing rosemary, and something else I think.  Love my specifics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHSqzCIOuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dTgJJBFCFNg/s1600/DSC_0315_3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHSqzCIOuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dTgJJBFCFNg/s400/DSC_0315_3509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476890254554708706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still talks about those damn "pink buttons"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever that means. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures of the beautiful yard....I sure am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-324312638227141865?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/324312638227141865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/acabar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/324312638227141865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/324312638227141865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/acabar.html' title='acabar'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TAHS8lZuaKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kQhnLZRZK0k/s72-c/DSC_0313_3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4702612346458860597</id><published>2010-05-24T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:45:32.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatty Cathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/120109_0314_chattycathy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 436px; height: 535px;" src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/120109_0314_chattycathy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes,  I wonder if we should change our daughter's name to Cathy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No joke...I would venture to say I was asked over 100 questions today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mommy, why do sharks bite?"  "Mommy, what is this table made out of?"  "Mommy, who gave me this plate?"  "Mommy, why did the Queen turn into an old woman?"  "Mommy, did that tree fall over because it didn't get enough to drink?"  "Mommy, what do squirrels eat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked all of those and then 90 more.  No, I am not complaining...I feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night...when the busy chatter box is in bed....she calls for one of us to come in so we can give her a sip of water.  Then, a random question is asked.  "Mommy, why do turtles swim?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to kiss her on the forehead, give a sip of water, and say "just because dear....I love you!  See you in the morning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, if I stayed in her room and answered every question....every random question...I would never leave her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful for my chattering and curious little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4702612346458860597?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4702612346458860597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4702612346458860597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4702612346458860597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Chatty Cathy'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-5792397304965670038</id><published>2010-05-21T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:51:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone seen Shorty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biu5U4QdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aPRoZGCQ82Y/s1600/DSC_0302_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biu5U4QdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aPRoZGCQ82Y/s400/DSC_0302_3500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473811692405670354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right....he is in the yard.  Shorty has been a yard workin' fool.  Going to far away nurseries just to get a certain plant....working at night...his entire day off....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks beautiful.  Like I have said a million times before.....Shorty does not work in the yard...but, seems as if he has proved me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the path he built and the flower bed that he is working on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_bih9Da2kI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rvYz4YK6sJM/s1600/DSC_0306_3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_bih9Da2kI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rvYz4YK6sJM/s400/DSC_0306_3504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473811470067882562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a little closer up shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biNqp40wI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xSnMaLQjPrE/s1600/DSC_0303_3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biNqp40wI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xSnMaLQjPrE/s400/DSC_0303_3501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473811121531572994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the other side of the yard.  Still a work in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have laughed so hard....about Shorty talking about yard work.  He told me he wanted some "Pink Buttons"  apparently a kind of plant that I had never heard of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something about hearing "Pink Buttons" come out of his mouth just didn't seem right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told him I would deck him if he said it again.  ha ha ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must understand Shorty and me....I was kidding of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biEldBfWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/f6ML6lftk8w/s1600/DSC_0304_3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biEldBfWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/f6ML6lftk8w/s400/DSC_0304_3502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473810965516615010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my contribution.  3 potted plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee, aren't I talented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_bh3il5BCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/m7SqpcLu43A/s1600/DSC_0305_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_bh3il5BCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/m7SqpcLu43A/s400/DSC_0305_3503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473810741410202658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lantana are my favorite flowers.  I could get all mushy on why....but, I will spare you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Planting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty...you do good work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-5792397304965670038?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5792397304965670038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/has-anyone-seen-shorty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5792397304965670038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/5792397304965670038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/has-anyone-seen-shorty.html' title='Has anyone seen Shorty?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_biu5U4QdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aPRoZGCQ82Y/s72-c/DSC_0302_3500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-334712619627112460</id><published>2010-05-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:47:06.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_NQmwsmhhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c6iCWfx_r2Q/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_NQmwsmhhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c6iCWfx_r2Q/s400/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472806599022511634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too much longer....I will be laying in one of those chairs....looking at that same water.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going on a trip...with another couple....and I just can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been collecting muffin top concealing swim suits, SPF laden hats, and vats of sunscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 nights away...does a body good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-334712619627112460?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/334712619627112460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurry-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/334712619627112460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/334712619627112460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurry-up.html' title='Hurry up!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S_NQmwsmhhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c6iCWfx_r2Q/s72-c/IMG_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3971729885499592729</id><published>2010-05-13T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:07:39.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-xalkO050I/AAAAAAAAAdA/3bz22209gyI/s1600/IMG_2224_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-xalkO050I/AAAAAAAAAdA/3bz22209gyI/s400/IMG_2224_1129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470847248775833410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't look all that great in this picture....but this was the prettiest golf course I have ever played.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Kiawah Island last year...and I kinda wish we could go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was on the Ocean Course....they played a Ryder Cup there....and they had a Rolex clock on the driving range...my way of knowing it is a nice course. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This course was right along the ocean....you had to walk....and have a caddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VERY rarely do I play golf without Shorty.  I am not a huge fan of ladies golf...and I am not good enough anyway.  Just good enough to keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point being...I am playing without him tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty donated a round of golf at Carlton Woods to be bid on for my friends Multiple Sclerosis fundraiser.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay is my childhood friend that was diagnosed last year.  She is coming along tomorrow as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to it....and hoping I play well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my Dad's two recent HOLE IN ONES might rub off.  Please notice HOLE IN ONES is pluralized.  The man had 2 in 8 days.  The odds are incredible....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tee it up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3971729885499592729?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3971729885499592729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/fore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3971729885499592729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3971729885499592729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/fore.html' title='FORE!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-xalkO050I/AAAAAAAAAdA/3bz22209gyI/s72-c/IMG_2224_1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8879196191367575365</id><published>2010-05-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:23:11.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delightful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crossroads-market.com/images/HFSA863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.crossroads-market.com/images/HFSA863.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is this little food magazine that I read every now and then....it's either awesome or horrible...really no in between.  But, when I find something good...it enters my mind and I cook it from memory...kind of tweak it to my own liking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is called "Everyday Food"  it is Martha's deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was an article for fish tacos that made my mouth water...here it goes.  (MY way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serves 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb of fresh tilapia cut into 2 inch pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 corn tortillas (best ones you can find) *I used organic made ones from HEB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chopped white onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shredded purple cabbage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bunch of cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt and pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREEN GODDESS "Kraft" dressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(nothing like paring organic stuff with Kraft) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre heat the broiler, line an edged cookie sheet with foil, spread the fish across, drizzle with oil, and salt and pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broil fish for about 5 minutes.  Until cooked...slightly crispy in parts.  Watch for burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best way to warm tortillas - parchment paper between each one and stack wrapped in foil.  Warm in a 400 degree oven.  When they are warmed correctly...they won't crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drizzle the fancy Kraft dressing in the tortilla, put in a few pieces of fish, cover with onions, cabbage and cilantro.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean it...they are GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And actually not all that bad for you either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first heard "fish taco" I cringed.  Just like my Dad did when he found out that is what we were eating for Mother's Day dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say his plate was clean. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for a YUM rice pilaf to go with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8879196191367575365?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8879196191367575365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/delightful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8879196191367575365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8879196191367575365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/delightful.html' title='delightful.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3331114988941326101</id><published>2010-05-07T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:31:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cheater way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TXoV34uvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aXmdkw1vLGs/s1600/DSC_0253_3472.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TXoV34uvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aXmdkw1vLGs/s400/DSC_0253_3472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468732935600913138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberries on sale for 97 cents,  an Angel food cake display, and a 30 something Mom of a 3 year old who is supposed to be on a diet.....equals "Cheater's Strawberry Shortcake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the cake and berries at my last trip to the store....came home, rinsed and sliced the berries, covered them in what seemed to be a cup of sugar, and let them sit at room temperature until they looked.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TWgcXub-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/PZ4LEshhGwE/s1600/DSC_0255_3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TWgcXub-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/PZ4LEshhGwE/s400/DSC_0255_3473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468731700394487778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this!  All gooey, shiny, and full of the sweet strawberry syrup that I could drink out of a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TWaOvC9fI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GF1Vd3sczfI/s1600/DSC_0258_3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TWaOvC9fI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GF1Vd3sczfI/s400/DSC_0258_3475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468731593654990322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice...I had already eaten some of the cake before I actually assembled the cheater way to make strawberry short cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TWUTe8OQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/pffeYeimeIU/s1600/DSC_0257_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TWUTe8OQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/pffeYeimeIU/s400/DSC_0257_3474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468731491850402050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the final product.  See how much hard work that took in the kitchen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made "real" strawberry shortcake before...with the homemade short bread and every thing....well, I prefer this.  Hands down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be because of the Angel food cake.  I dig it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I see one, hear the box of one crack open, or taste the yummy deliciousness of it...I think of my Muvvie.  (my grandmother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always had Angel food cake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a huge sentimental person...but a few things make me that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As one of my favorite bands Pearl Jam says in one of their songs "All that's sacred comes from youth"   so very true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK...that is sappy enough for the day.  Just wanted to share a quick and easy and cheap way to serve a fresh and "fairly" low calorie dessert.  For real peeps....Angel food cake only has 130 calories per serving, Redi Whip has 15 calories per 2 TBS, and the berries couldn't be that bad...even with the sugar.  So eat up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;*Disclaimer* These pictures may resemble the same "idea" that Pioneer Woman uses on her blog. I am not trying to copy her...I simply have no creativity of my own. So, I have to copy other people and replace magnificent work with blurry, out of focus, over and under exposed junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said...hope you enjoyed the post. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3331114988941326101?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3331114988941326101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheater-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3331114988941326101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3331114988941326101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheater-way.html' title='The cheater way'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S-TXoV34uvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aXmdkw1vLGs/s72-c/DSC_0253_3472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-6230027661126399091</id><published>2010-05-05T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:32:36.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy mama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5171199"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5171199" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are headed on a trip that requires swim wear pretty soon.  My bathing suit from 4 years ago has bit the dust.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to realize that I will never wear a bikini again...no matter how skinny I get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 10 pounder of a baby did a number on my stomach....not the food I eat. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went online to shop today....my new favorite way to shop....and found just what I was looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victoria's Secret.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like a little sexy at the pool and the beach....don't you think this will look good when we get back....when I take my kid to the community pool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's hot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-6230027661126399091?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6230027661126399091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/sexy-mama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6230027661126399091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/6230027661126399091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/sexy-mama.html' title='sexy mama?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-2356533043292976119</id><published>2010-05-04T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:15:48.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it all hang out?</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday and Friday morning...I have been going to this pilates class that kicks my behind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Tuesday and Friday I shower and dress at the gym to save time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me...you know I lean a little on the side of germaphobeness....but, this is a really clean place....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an open air locker room divided into sections with lockers and benches.  Every single time I get dressed there I am exposed to and over load boobs and butts.  Me no likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All sorts of people....and the ones that you would think should be hiding under a towel are the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All while I am hiding in the corner and dressing myself in the shower....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to put your freshly showered legs into a pair of dry cleaned khaki pants...all while balancing on one leg....not so easy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I do it because I refuse to "let it all hang out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I had a perfect pair of surgically enhanced boobs and a butt that looked as if it did pilates 7 times a week...I still wouldn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up in a pretty modest household.  No free nudity or anything.  Not saying that nudity is bad...because it isn't....let's just try a LITTLE modesty people....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cover your business up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-2356533043292976119?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2356533043292976119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-it-all-hang-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2356533043292976119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/2356533043292976119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-it-all-hang-out.html' title='Let it all hang out?'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7854029481815113314</id><published>2010-05-02T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:28:12.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a medal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S93tJtywUhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3EEOReW82YQ/s1600/IMG_2606_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S93tJtywUhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3EEOReW82YQ/s400/IMG_2606_3470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466786273864733202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% sure I deserve a medal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this lazy Sunday afternoon...I spotted this creature on the floor in our living room....while I was on route to take the kid for a potty break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed like a girl.  Stood there and stared at it....contemplating what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I kill it?  Do I save it?  Do I vacuum it up? (My preferred method of removing unwanted insects) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the looming Tarantula twin in my living room...I called the person who usually knows these things....my Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She claimed it was a garden spider and that they were good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the inner Peta member in me came out...and I saved the creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is still sitting on my front porch.  I think my screaming may have disrupted his hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7854029481815113314?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7854029481815113314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-medal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7854029481815113314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7854029481815113314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-medal.html' title='I want a medal.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S93tJtywUhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3EEOReW82YQ/s72-c/IMG_2606_3470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3372786900764667805</id><published>2010-04-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:12:54.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband hates....</title><content type='html'>My cooking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe not true....but, the man loves to go out to eat.  Hear me out people...I am not complaining.....this girl likes it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tonight....tonight, I am forcing my family to stay home.  To eat in our kitchen, to eat at our table, and to complain about my service...instead of a waiters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making fish tacos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet they taste JUST like Chuy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy in my tummy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3372786900764667805?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3372786900764667805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-husband-hates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3372786900764667805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3372786900764667805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-husband-hates.html' title='My husband hates....'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4644308598688838050</id><published>2010-04-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:15:35.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S9iIQEoZw5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/d0UDPaT6j74/s1600/DSC_0243_3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S9iIQEoZw5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/d0UDPaT6j74/s400/DSC_0243_3462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465267957516583826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First to admit that I used bribery to get my child to cooperate today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a sensitive one and was hesitant to get her pictures taken with her dance class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you smile pretty and if you don't cry, we can go to the Disney store in the mall and pick out a princess snow globe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me...but could you pass the spoon?  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to report that we made a trip to the Disney store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also sad to report that we will be making another trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tiny dancer insisted on holding it....begging to take a nap with it....and I gave in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mommy instincts should have over ridden her requests...because I have a broken Sleeping Beauty snow globe sitting on my counter....and a glitter covered ugly wood floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better get out the Windex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4644308598688838050?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4644308598688838050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/bribery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4644308598688838050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4644308598688838050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/bribery.html' title='Bribery'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S9iIQEoZw5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/d0UDPaT6j74/s72-c/DSC_0243_3462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-7758214331595978623</id><published>2010-04-26T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:29:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me likey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesexykitchen.com/gallery/image/cork-kitchen-flooring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.thesexykitchen.com/gallery/image/cork-kitchen-flooring.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I would change about my house is the floor in the kitchen.  I have never liked it...wood in a kitchen is tough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain has been on lock down about what to get.  Or even if we should get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love checkered floors...always have.  Lots of folks don't like them...but this girl does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday...maybe who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you come over...you may see the same old ugliness or you may see something new and lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-7758214331595978623?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7758214331595978623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-likey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7758214331595978623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/7758214331595978623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-likey.html' title='Me likey'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4317570571660419191</id><published>2010-04-23T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:18:48.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>benefits of exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dynasplint.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/runningshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://dynasplint.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/runningshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you have heard me blab before...I am trying to get in shape.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my "Mom friends" are in very good shape and I don't want to be odd man out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately...I have been running, lifting weights, doing some "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yogaing&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pilates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 5'5'' self is weak....no strength...no muscles...and I am trying to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...the first person noticed the TINY change in my physique....without being asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always ask Shorty and his reply is ALWAYS yes.  Like he would say no....he's no dummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my motivation came in the form of a compliment from my Mother.  She is not one to just say something if she does not think it and she is honest with you if you ask her if you have gained weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...I was sitting in a chair at my parents house and my Mom just looked at me and said, "you look good, I can tell you have been working out.  Your muffin top looks smaller."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it.  Cracks me up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the gym in the morning.  Gotta shave off that muffin top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4317570571660419191?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4317570571660419191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/benefits-of-exercise.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4317570571660419191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4317570571660419191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/benefits-of-exercise.html' title='benefits of exercise'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-3163180331682065694</id><published>2010-04-20T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:07:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTLN1A-LVm8/SmaS3RMyXpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VNTVgk8SatA/s400/cheetos-crunchy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTLN1A-LVm8/SmaS3RMyXpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VNTVgk8SatA/s400/cheetos-crunchy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think I am a bad Mom because I bought Cheetos for my kid to eat while I went grocery shopping?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, that is ok....I will get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something about Cheetos that makes my kid zone in, sit still, behave herself, and wait patiently while I shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a day that needed the extra help from a bag of Cheetos.  It was a LONG shopping list...and the extra crunchy, over processed, food coloring filled, little fried bites made it so much nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Cheetos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-3163180331682065694?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3163180331682065694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3163180331682065694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/3163180331682065694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-mom.html' title='Bad Mom'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTLN1A-LVm8/SmaS3RMyXpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VNTVgk8SatA/s72-c/cheetos-crunchy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-4917736425427178105</id><published>2010-04-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:27:47.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it couldn't be...she is 3?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysfilUeyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ls3qEoXdrig/s1600/DSC_0174_3372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysfilUeyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ls3qEoXdrig/s400/DSC_0174_3372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461930105952828194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 years ago today....hard to believe.....my little one is 3.  Here are a few pictures from her birthday party and her special day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started out with rain.  The radar images were not looking good....looked like we were going to have a washout...a repeat of last year.  In the end...it ended up being just right...couldn't have asked for a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Cinderella come to surprise the kid.  She was thrilled.  But, she did want to know where "the mouses" were...and why didn't Cinderella have her hair in a pony.  (ponytail)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysUYWagWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Gm7gFzB6jtU/s1600/DSC_0166_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysUYWagWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Gm7gFzB6jtU/s400/DSC_0166_3364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461929914227392866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess theme.  One thing I have learned to bite my tongue over.  I swore I wouldn't have a kid who loved this Disney Princess stuff...yeah right.  She loves it more than anything...that cake was her dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysI1lfYGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xxyj8_B1dv8/s1600/DSC_0158_3356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysI1lfYGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xxyj8_B1dv8/s400/DSC_0158_3356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461929715916824674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella was great.  She was a lifesaver with the rain.  Kept the kids occupied and under the pavilion when it rained...couldn't have worked out better.  The girls were picking out jewelry from her treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yr4xaeo5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/M0ByDd7C0ek/s1600/DSC_0140_3339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yr4xaeo5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/M0ByDd7C0ek/s400/DSC_0140_3339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461929439918990226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to pick flowers with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yru6Y98BI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mXg6VN17TTU/s1600/DSC_0124_3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yru6Y98BI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mXg6VN17TTU/s400/DSC_0124_3326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461929270529880082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma and her little friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yrf8gYE9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xWrMweOfDls/s1600/IMG_2583_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yrf8gYE9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xWrMweOfDls/s400/IMG_2583_3386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461929013399786450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took Emma and 3 of her little friends to have their toes painted today for Emma's birthday.  She hasn't ever had her toes painted.  So this was a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady told the birthday girl to "pick a color" and she immediately went for the electric blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I in turn found a pretty pink color and was able to get her to see the beauty in the pink.  Not so sure I was ready to see blue toes on my 3 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yrZDA2qYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bHKavoxQ1OU/s1600/IMG_2595_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8yrZDA2qYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bHKavoxQ1OU/s400/IMG_2595_3394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461928894887537026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls after their trip to the salon.  We have had a great day so far...dinner with Dad later today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to my sweet "baby" girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-4917736425427178105?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4917736425427178105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-couldnt-beshe-is-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4917736425427178105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/4917736425427178105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-couldnt-beshe-is-3.html' title='it couldn&apos;t be...she is 3?!'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/S8ysfilUeyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ls3qEoXdrig/s72-c/DSC_0174_3372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-994621755627757272</id><published>2010-04-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:23:44.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abagond.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 328px;" src="http://abagond.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/texas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you know my friend Lindsay was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long process to narrow down what she had.  She woke with severe pain in her right side one morning...put it off a few days...went to the doctor...ran a multitude of tests...sent to the hospital...was told she had an inoperable brain tumor....then was told she didn't....then was told she did indeed have MS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is one of the most strong willed people I know.  Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once she found out she had the disease, she dove head first into learning everything about it...becoming involved in raising money to find a cure...and she set her sights on riding in the MS 150.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any of you that don't know what that is...it is an annual bike tour from Houston to Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done in two days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay had her doctors blessing and she began to train....spin classes, short training, long training, 40 miles here, 80 miles there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...I am happy to say she made it to stop #1 today.  Along with about 13,000 other riders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She rode from Houston to La Grange today...and will be charging ahead tomorrow to make it to Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how far she goes...I still think it is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just goes to show you that it really is true...if you put your mind to something...you can do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is out of reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-994621755627757272?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/994621755627757272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/994621755627757272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/994621755627757272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing.html' title='amazing.'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196446885075941480.post-8530816273156274560</id><published>2010-04-15T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:50:09.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory lane</title><content type='html'>Today was a trip....down memory lane that is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad recently rejoined the country club where I grew up.  He has taken a new interest in the game of golf....and we played today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorty tagged along with us...it was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The intention was to play 18....although we only got in 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shot 53 on 9 holes.  NOT good.....but playing that golf course was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played the nine where I started "three holders."  We saw my aunt and uncle's old home...I saw the deck where I broke my arm AND my jaw...I drove by the pond where I caught fish....saw the property where we took my "Easter ducks" after they got too big, passed by my childhood friends home...and went in the clubhouse that I spent countless hours in as a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good...in a world where everything changes all the time...it was nice to see something that hadn't really changed...well...not all that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going again in the morning.  With my cousin and 2 friends from our childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man...am I nostalgic or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196446885075941480-8530816273156274560?l=arealshortstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8530816273156274560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8530816273156274560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196446885075941480/posts/default/8530816273156274560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arealshortstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/memory-lane.html' title='Memory lane'/><author><name>Mrs. Short</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582661940142890201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFP_RsE0nws/TRgSucB28lI/AAAAAAAAApM/3V9N4UsfB3o/S220/photo-75.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
