<?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-16741718</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:31.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My travels through life running and fitness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-7894708439955236652</id><published>2007-10-11T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:02:54.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains it Pours....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;I think I have a rain cloud following me around. I had a week of bad luck. My car wouldn't start Tuesday and I had to call my work partner to pick me up. I hope the car turns out OK I really don't want to worry about a new car right now. On top of that my neck is getting bad. I feel the area in my thyroid now when it was originally biopsied in May I didn't even know it was there. Then last night I felt a lump at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lymphnoid&lt;/span&gt; on that side at the base of the head posterior neck area. This morning that lump hurt bad enough to wake me. My sister missed her flight yesterday and then was delayed in Washington, so my 6:20 airport pick up turned into 10:30pm. We weren't home till 11:30. I had early therapy she wanted to know how I felt about being told last time that I'd go to the hospital if my BF% doesn't come up. Well, I just feel that isn't going to happen. She wants me to re-check it in 2 weeks and include good fat daily avocado or full fat cheese. My sisters here and I can't even relax with all the stuff happening. Now I'm on my way to court. I was subpoenaed to show up for the trial for the guy that stole my debit. My neck appointment is Nov 21st, yes the earliest the endocrinologist can see me, so I called my PC I see him at 10am tomorrow. I just don't know how big my neck would be if I wait till Nov. that's just crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Got any boxes I really need to pack *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;talk to you soon&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-7894708439955236652?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/7894708439955236652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=7894708439955236652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/7894708439955236652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/7894708439955236652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains it Pours....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-5439454398193832783</id><published>2007-10-05T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:28:43.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey I feel like a selfish blogger hardly get to update and almost never get to go read what is going on with you. I know I'll slow down once the weather changes. I have big news....bought the condo!! It is very awesome the owner re-did the entire inside including a spacial flooring. My lease at my apartment is up Oct. 31st and I should close on the condo in Nov. Me and Natasha will be crashing at my aunts for a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My mental stuff is going great. I have overcome what feels like all of my anxiety. I haven't had problems just the normal eeks I think everyone gets. It feels really good. Makes it easier to get a life, meet people. I made a few friends and had fun doing it too. I hope to hear about the job soon. I would think in the next two weeks I will it least get a sit down with the boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My only bad news and I say this lite hearted because it isn't going to happen...my therapist said I have tow weeks to make progress with weight and body fat. She said I can make leaps and bounds with my life but it wont matter if my body gives out. I know this I feel fine, but my levels are off and my body fat has been under 11% for to long. So, she said it's a hospital for me if I don't have progress. I know she is worried but I'm not and I feel like she said more for a push then a real threat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On another note my mom canceled her trip here surprise surprise, thanks. Yeah I figured she would she has to much going on at home with work and getting ready for my sisters baby. Just shows you where I stand could have used some company here. At least my sister is coming she flays in Wednesday night for a full week. I'm doing her baby shower next Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll try to post a picture of the condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jen you were my 4th sox update, must have been a good game. GO Red Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/RwYfr9SgclI/AAAAAAAAABU/6OPsGNHcfHA/s1600-h/live1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117812866600170066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/RwYfr9SgclI/AAAAAAAAABU/6OPsGNHcfHA/s400/live1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-5439454398193832783?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/5439454398193832783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=5439454398193832783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/5439454398193832783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/5439454398193832783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/10/jumping-forward.html' title='Jumping Forward'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/RwYfr9SgclI/AAAAAAAAABU/6OPsGNHcfHA/s72-c/live1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-67168610087078383</id><published>2007-09-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:12:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Being busy keeps me out of trouble. My mind seems to be mean when I have lots to do that isn't structured. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to worry about that for now. I just had a very busy work week and one more shift to go. Natasha has her change of season asthma going on. I did decide with the help of Danny to stay at least a year here in MI. We don't want to risk the stress of moving back destroying my awesome progress in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;. So...I am up for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;promotion&lt;/span&gt; at work. I applied for a chief tech position. This would put me in charge of an MRI department at the hospital and I would work Monday-Friday days, I'd have to get use to not having a short week. But, on the flip side it is the next step forward in my career and I love the company so I'm taking a leap. If I get it that is. If I do I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; found my dream condo my as well buy in this market if were hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; my sisters baby shower invites. I'll keep ya posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-67168610087078383?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/67168610087078383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=67168610087078383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/67168610087078383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/67168610087078383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-busy-keeps-me-out-of-trouble.html' title='Buzzzzzz'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-3336241724840359383</id><published>2007-09-15T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:29:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Braking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, this is a first. For once I feel my mom gave me advice as to what is good for me. Not the usual you get which is what she would want. Today I was telling her how Danny is looking into a program for MRI back home. This means he may be ready to move back before I expected. I have a few things going for me here right now. Like passable chance at lead tech in Feb. a roommate...hoping to help out my sister in law and the big one a therapist I can't live without right now. I know I see all these things and I know there are perks to being home too.  BUT, I could not believe what my mom said about it all. She says take the job it will be great for my career even if it means an extra year here. She also said that I need to stay till I feel ready to come back and do what I needed to do to just be OK. WOW you have know idea how surprised I was. I would have expected more like well you plan to come back now is better then later and I know she would love to be near me and Natasha. You have know idea how wooh this is coming from her.  It made my day that she could say that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-3336241724840359383?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/3336241724840359383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=3336241724840359383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3336241724840359383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3336241724840359383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/09/ground-braking.html' title='Ground Braking'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-3933390831217357851</id><published>2007-09-12T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:06:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Ruia2MeHhnI/AAAAAAAAABM/ruMmw_AvP30/s1600-h/florida+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109504033102988914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Ruia2MeHhnI/AAAAAAAAABM/ruMmw_AvP30/s400/florida+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Busy week work and a weekend get away. Summers over man the temp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; 20 degrees. It was a fun weekend with a few cousins I have not hung out with in years!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-3933390831217357851?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/3933390831217357851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=3933390831217357851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3933390831217357851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3933390831217357851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Ruia2MeHhnI/AAAAAAAAABM/ruMmw_AvP30/s72-c/florida+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-2249564191061981814</id><published>2007-09-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:49:46.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cruise control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You know how people look over to other cars while they are driving? They do I'm sure you have noticed. I had been driving for a while before I noticed. What can I say I'm boring I was well keeping my eyes on the road. Through the years I have always been interested in this and thus find I look to my right also. Just seeing what's going on next to me. I always was a people watcher. It's weird when two people look over. It always weird me out when I get an eye lock. I know I shouldn't look if I can't handle the look back. I always just look away. It just seems odd that were all looking but look away when we catch each other looking I mean you caught eyes shouldn't you at least say hi. Is that weird? I don't know that I would want random people saying HI just because we were both peeping into each others car. How often through the day do we truly look strangers in the eye? Makes you wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-2249564191061981814?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/2249564191061981814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=2249564191061981814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/2249564191061981814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/2249564191061981814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/09/cruise-control.html' title='cruise control'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-7178423017336962296</id><published>2007-08-30T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:15:53.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wow has it been that long since I posted. So, sorry. I am doing awesome. I had some brake through therapy and moving along quit well. I think I actually like myself. I say it with a whisper but I know it is true. Being a single mom is well as hard as it sounds but it is what is. I think Natasha is having a fun summer in spite of her new family situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm back to working out. Nothing crazy just 5-6 times a week. Doing the classes at the gym or upper body on the weight floor. I'm feeling strong mind and body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-7178423017336962296?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/7178423017336962296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=7178423017336962296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/7178423017336962296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/7178423017336962296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hey.html' title='hey hey!!!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-2156508236608658375</id><published>2007-07-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:56:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KiDZ WeEk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rqim7NfgAHI/AAAAAAAAABE/RsyTBKO-q8I/s1600-h/kidsweek07+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091502914906620018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rqim7NfgAHI/AAAAAAAAABE/RsyTBKO-q8I/s400/kidsweek07+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had fun up-north at our cabin. Natasha loves her great grandma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you are all having a fab-bu summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-2156508236608658375?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/2156508236608658375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=2156508236608658375' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/2156508236608658375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/2156508236608658375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/07/kidz-week.html' title='KiDZ WeEk'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rqim7NfgAHI/AAAAAAAAABE/RsyTBKO-q8I/s72-c/kidsweek07+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-8589422630119460540</id><published>2007-07-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:15:43.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rp4QkPA5BPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_C9Fn1_FmE/s1600-h/July14th+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088522843666842866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rp4QkPA5BPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_C9Fn1_FmE/s400/July14th+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been keeping busy. I just got back from a weeding in Mass. It was fun, but also hard being away and dealing with  everyone. Natasha had a blast. Can you tell? We head out again Thursday morning for up-north with all my cousins and grandma. I literally flew home worked and were ready to head out again. I tried to up date but was having blogger issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My birthday was far from a celebration but I didn't expect it to be fun. I already did babycakes invites, she'll be 3 the end of August. I am a little ahead of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I see the nutritionist 1 week from Saturday. We will see how I did winging it on my own. I had some bad days, but also managed to let a lot go. I feel thick in the waste and I am trying to accept that I feel that way. I just have to remember that dropping 3lbs wont fix anything or make me any happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, off to get ready for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-8589422630119460540?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/8589422630119460540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=8589422630119460540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/8589422630119460540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/8589422630119460540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-keeping-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rp4QkPA5BPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_C9Fn1_FmE/s72-c/July14th+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-510135764171463864</id><published>2007-06-26T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:23:57.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/RoEvACPRrHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v8iu7YdfVwA/s1600-h/june07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080393532298079346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/RoEvACPRrHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v8iu7YdfVwA/s400/june07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's all becoming real. It has been a tough week. I know it sounds cold, but I feel this would be easier if he died. I just can't move forward right now. I don't know what to do.&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/16741718-510135764171463864?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/510135764171463864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=510135764171463864' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/510135764171463864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/510135764171463864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-its-all-becoming-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/RoEvACPRrHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v8iu7YdfVwA/s72-c/june07+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-4799487161635968087</id><published>2007-06-20T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:50:41.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeah so the trip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nutritionist&lt;/span&gt; went bad. I didn't lose like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; before...but I was all up set and stressed and feeling like I was either restricting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Since I sit home alone at night food is easier then thought. I'm not binging or going on 300 cal. a day or anything just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;skimping&lt;/span&gt; on the meal plan. She decided I was to stressed to stay on my meal plan, I wasn't be good about it anyway. So, I'm off the meal plan. She didn't want me worked up over it since the ED has been my way of coping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;. He picked a fine time to leave, just when I'm learning to feel. We decided on easy snacks and such. I see her a week from Saturday. I'm not to lose but also not to stress about doing the meal plan just right. You have to love the black and white thinking. I was under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impression&lt;/span&gt; she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contacting&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt;. I see her tomorrow we shall see. As part of my treatment team they try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; together. At first I was thinking I don't need to plan my food, but I'm not looking for a cop out. I stick to it if I can. It is harder being on my own and working 40 hours in 2 and 1/2 days doesn't help much. Danny use to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suggest&lt;/span&gt; meals of my food list and help me pack. Today was surprisingly rough. Yesterday was good just depends. Natasha is doing pretty good. She has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;daddy's&lt;/span&gt; house down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had more to say but I'm wiped out today. I'm off to see what movie I can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-4799487161635968087?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/4799487161635968087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=4799487161635968087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/4799487161635968087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/4799487161635968087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-3842664377672178536</id><published>2007-06-16T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:27:19.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hey haven't been around much. Actually my Internet was down. I got new service and they sent me the wrong modem...anyway. My life basically sucks. Danny called it quits on me on memorial day. How is that for a day to remember? He has been in his own apartment since June 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I feel all kinds of stuff...mad, confused, lost, pissed, hopeless. Some days are better then others but I guess that is how it goes. Right now I am mad, mad that he gave up on us after all these years. He refuses to go to therapy, because he thinks that it will make us hate each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I am just about to head out to my nutritionist. I am dreading it, I have been for 3 days now. I have either cut my meal/snack as much as possible or been sitting alone eating when I am not even hungry. It has only been 2 weeks since I saw her. I put the pressure on myself to stick to it since I only had 2 weeks. The weeks before I had 3 weeks and lost weight with my start up menu. This happens when they get your metabolism going again, but deep down I was pleased. I have been learning to acknowledge my thoughts and feelings and just know that is how I feel. I was learning to not act on all my feelings and thoughts. As of late it has gotten much harder. I noticed I have been mean to myself for the past few days. I feel like a big loser for not getting my meal plan down right. My sister was in town for the weekend with her new husband. This was good kept me busy but it also gave me an excuse not to eat since we were always out. I also seem to have a harder time eating in front of people. Like the care I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;OK just needed to check in give you the latest news in my soap opera. I need to go find some breakfast before I head out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-3842664377672178536?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/3842664377672178536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=3842664377672178536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3842664377672178536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3842664377672178536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hell-happen.html' title='what the hell happen'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-1153840230790045500</id><published>2007-05-31T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:29:16.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day full of Fun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9ZNmhQWwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TXfo4rZQqyc/s1600-h/may07..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070869795655670530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9ZNmhQWwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TXfo4rZQqyc/s400/may07..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lori&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mike's&lt;/span&gt; wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9Y0WhQWvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/91kJ0muCaek/s1600-h/may07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070869361863973618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9Y0WhQWvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/91kJ0muCaek/s400/may07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me and Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9YnGhQWuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qYNNLCRIv60/s1600-h/may07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Later that night at Plymouth rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If only the fun continued when the day was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9YiGhQWtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yW01FP1lmxw/s1600-h/may07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-1153840230790045500?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/1153840230790045500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=1153840230790045500' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/1153840230790045500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/1153840230790045500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-full-of-fun.html' title='A Day full of Fun....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IGQRp1Rn2Zo/Rl9ZNmhQWwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TXfo4rZQqyc/s72-c/may07..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-4942857224009574366</id><published>2007-05-31T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:47:23.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Guys are The Best</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all of you out there and your kind words. The hematologist is giving me 2 months before we re-test. If I am still low we do a bone marrow biopsy.  The thyroid biopsy was negative and the doctor is going to keep an eye on it. My sisters wedding was very nice I can up load some pictures. Natasha just woke up, but I'll check back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-4942857224009574366?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/4942857224009574366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=4942857224009574366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/4942857224009574366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/4942857224009574366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-guys-are-best.html' title='You Guys are The Best'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-5697156605986573271</id><published>2007-05-23T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:17:49.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When I Thought it Would all be OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life just sucks right now. I'm handling my head and the nutritionist stuff just fine. I don't have the energy to fight and doing everything I can to let go of my bad ways. I have been doing awesome with my meal plan. Some days are harder then others, but that comes with a busy life. The hard thing now is Danny. I have never seen him so incredibly sad. He is always tense and never happy. No laughing and no fun. He cracked and he can't deal with anything anymore. We found him a therapist and they had a consult today. It has to help him it just does, it has to get better then this. My life has never been so bad. I just want to come out of all this as a family. I can only hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As for me well... my white is still low and red borderline. All my tests to rule out auto immune disorders where negative. I fallow up with the hematologist tomorrow. Today I saw the endocrinologist. He found a 1" noddle in the right lobe of my thyroid. They biopsied it...7 sticks to the neck..yeah it feels gross, not pain pain but uncomfortable and now it's hard to swallow...so much for my meal plan, HA! just kidding. I find out something in about 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;AND THE GRAND Finale of news....my sister is getting married Saturday. A Small beach wedding in Mass. She is over joyed with all her good news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Remember the baby news??....it's babies news, YUP she is having twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They have a December 30th due date. She says she new it was 2 and that's why she wanted the early ultrasound. I'm very happy for her. Danny, Natasha and I fly out Friday morning for the wedding. It will be a difficult trip given the state of our family, just hope it all goes as smooth as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Thank you all for checking in and caring about my well being. I don't often get on here or get to tell you. It means a ton to me and I think of you all often. I really really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-5697156605986573271?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/5697156605986573271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=5697156605986573271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/5697156605986573271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/5697156605986573271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-when-i-thought-it-would-all-be-ok.html' title='Just When I Thought it Would all be OK'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-3296094670023608944</id><published>2007-05-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:23:22.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woosaaa wooosaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;It's been wicked busy, can not believe it is May already. My days are usually filled with some sort of appointment. My halter was negative. My white cells are still low and I see a hematologist for that tomorrow. My red were also low with my last blood draw. Then they had to retest a low free thyroid level, also low. Found that one out yesterday, I will be seeing an endocrinologist for that one. My nutritionist had to cancel my appointment, so I see her next week. With all that said my biggest complaint is I think I have tennis elbow in bot elbows they kill me with nerve pain. It is very annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;I'm getting tanner, been 3 times now. Danny is sending me away for some relaxation which he insets I must be tan for. I love him to death and hope to God we survive this strained relationship. We have made progress with some connection. We have a long way to go. The hard part is focusing on getting better knowing I need to hurry up to find my husband. Some moments I am hopelessly upset by the shere thought of being withput him. The shity part is he says he thinks i need to be alone, live alone. I told him can not leave me just because he thinks that is what I need. I sure as hell don't think that and niether does my therapist. If he wants to go he will have to go for his own reasons. Not what he assume are mine. Craziness I know. This is my first week as a weekday tech. Yes, no more weekends. I have no doubt that this is the long needed brake my family has needed. We will have Saturdays and Sunday off like a normal family...and maybe I can get a life. As for recovery for this week I seemed to cry less and have good moments. I just keep looking forward knowing it is a slow process and try not to get frustrated when I feel like crap. Someday the good days will out way the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;On a much needed happy note. My twin is going to have a baby!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;SHhhhhh....it is still a secrate, so don't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-3296094670023608944?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/3296094670023608944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=3296094670023608944' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3296094670023608944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/3296094670023608944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/05/woosaaa-wooosaaa.html' title='woosaaa wooosaaa'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117647151292805871</id><published>2007-04-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:38:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;One of those days when don't feel like trying. I want lay in bed with the blinds closed up tight. I spent the evening alone last night. I thought this would be good. You know all things you can do when your home alone and aloud to make noise and what not. I did nothing sat on the computer with the stupid TV on. Woke up at 3am with leg cramps which doesn't help and then the alarm went off at 5:20am and I didn't need to get up then. I just seem to feel extra shitty when my schedule is thrown off. I was supposed to go to therapy this AM, but she had to cancel. Plus the cereal bars I try to eat for breakfast are all gone. So, why should all this random crap ruin my mood...because I'm screwed up. That's why and not fighting today. So, I do have to leave my apartment. I'm not aloud to lay in bed all day. Is this good or bad hmmm. Well, better go get babycakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117647151292805871?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117647151292805871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117647151292805871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117647151292805871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117647151292805871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117630541482872649</id><published>2007-04-11T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:48:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Common phrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;My most frequent used words...I don't know...I don't know and I don't know. I really don't know much. I don't know when or how or how come. I suppose the when doesn't truly matter in the grand scheme of recovery. The how doesn't get me anywhere either. I suppose how I am going to do this is a good answer to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was sunny and warm enough to just toss on a sweater. I had a busy morning with my best friends 30th birthday wishes. But then around 3:30pm I was feeling..well, just "normal". It lasted a wonderful 6 hours, a taste of life almost free of depression and ED stuff. It was simply nice. I think there must have been rainbows in my coffee. I had or will have some schedule changes going on in my life. All for the better, better for the family and my recovery. I just finished working the second job. I think it has set in, I don't need to work 68 hour work weeks anymore. Then I had the chance to work my regular job during the week. Yes, that is right, no more weekends!! Woohoo. It has been 6 years of weekends, wow to much. It really just helps in enable my social anxiety. All this happened after a joint discussion, me D and the therapist all agreed I would snatch up the first weekday job that comes by. All this in attempt to put my marriage and ED into a more recovery friendly schedule. This was expected to happen in September, yeah!! We are 6 month early and boy do I need it. It is all still setting but honestly I don't see beyond a week right now. I live week to week, appointment to appointment. So, it will sink in when it all happens. It truly is good news, the best we have had in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117630541482872649?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117630541482872649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117630541482872649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117630541482872649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117630541482872649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/04/common-phrase.html' title='Common phrase'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117613670519644118</id><published>2007-04-09T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:38:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;OK so I had my physical. They gave me the new girl she had to stick me twice, I have a great vein. It rolled um yeah sure. She chaired my chest x-ray even after measuring my rib cage to pick her technique. She couldn't get the EKG to work and she fumbled the scale. Oh yeah and we had to re-do the thermometer too. Anyway my blood work was sent out I find out how that is in a couple weeks. My heart rate was 44 beats, um yeah. So, now I will be put on a halter monitor for 24 hours. Doctor was going off about how healthy I was and how good I must be at endurance activities. Which is what the doctor said last year, but this time I just nodded my head. Sure I'm healthy right? Guess I'll have to fess up next time I see him. I feel stupid now, I just have a hard time talking about it. I'm even ashamed to tell the doctor. See stupid. OK now I want a cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117613670519644118?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117613670519644118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117613670519644118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117613670519644118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117613670519644118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/04/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117611888520974968</id><published>2007-04-09T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:44:24.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Workholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok I did it I quit my part time job. It drove me a little nuts to think about it at first. I was enjoying packing away the money. To bad I'm not good at spending it. I think the with drawals have ended. I am feeling more at peace with my decision now and the thought of not having to go back very relieved. Besides what is more important, a job I put to much effort into, an extra pay check. I certainly had very little time with Natasha, who now prefers her Daddy over me. My marriage was wicked close to be over, who has time to connect when your working 68 hour weeks and the his school is like a full time job add the stress of dealing with all my issues and it is enough to make anyone run. Although I could use some extra money right now since treatment is expansive. I pay $110 a week once my deductible is met it goes to 60ish. Plus the cost of books and other odd and ends. I couldn't imagine what it will be if she sends me inpatient or day program. I guess it isn't all that much if it saves my fricken life. It just got to me since I have a new appointment with a nutritionist and the first visit is $115 and they want to see me weekly $70 dollars week which seems high when I already have the other appointment and payment. OK so I'm a little to worried about the cost and all, what can you do. Danny decided I needed to find myself. How do you do that? Well according to him you get away alone in a warm sunny place. So, yes he booked me a trip to a surprise location and I fly out alone for 5 days, the day after mothers day. How very sweet. Well, I need to go get ready I am going to get a physical this morning. Just so we know where I stand with my numbers labs and such. Then I think I am going to go see grandma with Natasha. We had a family day at home and didn't make it for Easter and I sure she needs to see her great granddaughter. I am a little nervous that she will bring up my weight. She notices most of the time. She didn't say anything last time I saw her. I was layered 15lbs lighter then I was when she saw more frequently, like November when I had one job. Now I am 20lb lighter, so yeah don't really want get into it with her. Today would be the best day to get a visit in since I have group at the hospital near her house. OK lots to do off to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117611888520974968?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117611888520974968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117611888520974968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117611888520974968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117611888520974968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-workholic.html' title='I am a Workholic'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117608189235765387</id><published>2007-04-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:24:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/184074/DSCF0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/320/307695/DSCF0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117608189235765387?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117608189235765387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117608189235765387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117608189235765387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117608189235765387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117560643358927629</id><published>2007-04-03T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:20:33.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out for T-Rex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Last night Natasha woke suddenly calling Daddy. She sounded scared so he went right in. When he climbed back in bed he said there was a dinosaur in her room. He told her it was her tricycle rocked her and took her potty. She woke again around 3 am and I did the same, but this time I put the dinosaur in the living room. I felt bad she was cared but I know this is normal and I found it quite cute. I got to be a hero and save her from the dinosaur. Now it wouldn't have been as cute if I had to work this morning so Natasha no of that tonight. I should never of had The Land Before Time on the TV. Sorry babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better about blogen now that I got some of my stuff off my chest. I have a hard time talking about it. I only have a handful of people I can confide in. I find it difficult to talk about. This is my last week of working the extra job and hopefully being free of that will help me get a chance to get my shit together. I got to run Sunday in the dark of dawn in the rain. Very peaceful but when I checked my heart rate monitor my max was 215. That is crazy high and I guess I'm lucky I already have a physical appointment at the doctors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117560643358927629?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117560643358927629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117560643358927629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117560643358927629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117560643358927629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/04/watch-out-for-t-rex.html' title='Watch Out for T-Rex...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117502295076329592</id><published>2007-03-27T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:15:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;My instant answer is always fine.....Fuckedup Insane neurotic Emotional, I think that's what my best bud told me fine stands for. Oh so true and the safe answer. Can you tell my blog has been full of filler. I am struggling big time. I never thought in a million years I would be going through this battle. I had a total relapse of my ED, snuck up on me maybe from November wasn't crises till end December or January. I have a hard time saying it all out loud but I am getting help. I have been in therapy since February, I like her she makes me feel like I can do this. She helped me see things from my past that helped make me this way. She is treating me for complex post traumatic stress syndrome. I was honestly relieved to hear this although quiet shocked, but relieved that there was a reason in a way and working through everything will help me. This way I can find out why I want to disappear and learn to give me what I deserve. Danny is awesome we are struggling of coarse since the disordered me is our central focus. I am currently in the process of what is called refeeding, how nasty does that sound. It is slow going but I have been told I am staying on top of it and do not need in patient clinic. Today I quite my second job, it was all part of my ED control anyway. I see my therapist every week and today I found out I am to see a nutritionist and do weekly weigh in with my therapist. So, that is what is up with me just getting my healthy me to dominate the disordered me and hoping my family can survive the journey. It' all very emotionally draining and scary. I would like to say this isn't me I'm not that girl but....I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i am fine.....soon to be good&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117502295076329592?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117502295076329592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117502295076329592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117502295076329592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117502295076329592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117427116630370449</id><published>2007-03-18T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:26:06.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Babycakes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/731494/DSCF0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/320/728660/DSCF0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/790208/DSCF0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/320/21070/DSCF0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117427116630370449?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117427116630370449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117427116630370449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117427116630370449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117427116630370449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/03/babycakes.html' title='*Babycakes*'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117145697379722727</id><published>2007-02-14T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T04:43:55.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/562521/chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/400/803513/chad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow can you believe it has been an entire year since we lost Chad? Sometimes I think this year crawled by and then again could it really be a year already. I made sure I didn't have to work today. I am not sure what me or the family is doing, but we are all home. It's a good day to be home there is a snow storm outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day love your loved ones!! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117145697379722727?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117145697379722727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117145697379722727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117145697379722727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117145697379722727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/02/333missyou333-wow-can-you-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117128183275421015</id><published>2007-02-12T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T04:03:52.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this good????hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade9ff" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Mari Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1f3ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M is for Mystical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Abstract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Intelligent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117128183275421015?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117128183275421015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117128183275421015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117128183275421015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117128183275421015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-goodhmmm.html' title='Is this good????hmmm'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-117076697315737504</id><published>2007-02-06T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:06:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 77% Peaceful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpeacefulareyouquiz/peaceful-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very peaceful person. All is good in your world, no matter what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you let your problems get to you, but you generally remain upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Your inner strength is inspirational - much more so than you may realize.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpeacefulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Peaceful Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Level is: 66%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/power-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Powerful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-117076697315737504?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/117076697315737504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=117076697315737504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117076697315737504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/117076697315737504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-77-peaceful-you-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116956055682463531</id><published>2007-01-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:10:22.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In the hot sun .....&lt;br /&gt;I think we are going to take off for Mexico Blue Bay Resort. We are inviting everyone and anyone, the more the merrier. So, if you want go it would be a great place to meet. It is pretty cheap for a long weekend away. Send me your e-mail address and I will send you the travel info for the group discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotels.bookit.com/Mexico/cancun/bluebaygetawayandspacancu/"&gt;http://hotels.bookit.com/Mexico/cancun/bluebaygetawayandspacancu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;June 1st-4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116956055682463531?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116956055682463531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116956055682463531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116956055682463531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116956055682463531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-wants-to-play_23.html' title='Who wants to play...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116921076584895703</id><published>2007-01-19T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T04:46:05.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/298255/marinatasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/320/557225/marinatasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who checked in on me in my absence. I have been very busy this month, Danny was out of town new years weekend and with work and Natasha it was the start of a busy year. I was training on a new MRI unit January 2nd and still doing my full time job. Now I work 12 hour shifts 2-3 times a week for my contingent job and my 2 16 hours on the weekend for my full time job. I acutely log more hours with my part time job then the full some weeks. With that said I do love it. I am in Detroit and it feels good to help people that really need you. It can get stress full my partner is new and that leaves me in charge of a lot. The company is run by managers that don't know MRI or the health field in general. So, it is a lot but I am contingent so that works for me. I have a class starting February 2nd, nutrition. his is just one of the 2 I need to have done if I do get into nursing school. All my paperwork is turned in for that just waiting for the deadline February 15th, then we find out who's in in March.&lt;br /&gt;So now that I have all this going on maybe I will finely get pregnant. I just had my fallow up with my doctor and on January 10th I got my first cycle that was not some way induced by pills or pregisterion. Crazy how it happens when you change your focus. We are hoping it wont be another year it was last December we decided to try. Where will we be this time next year...who knows? We are looking at getting a house but the location depends on school, babies and jobs. Danny has one more year of school.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to keep up with some workouts. I missed the first 2 weeks of the year. I was ok with that since I worked so much and ate very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again but have to run Natasha needs some help.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116921076584895703?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116921076584895703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116921076584895703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116921076584895703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116921076584895703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All work and no play.......'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116705663447150257</id><published>2006-12-25T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T06:23:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ry &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;HrIst&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;May you all have a wonderful holiday&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116705663447150257?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116705663447150257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116705663447150257' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116705663447150257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116705663447150257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-may-you-all-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116662331342421698</id><published>2006-12-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T06:12:45.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a month....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Lots has happened since my last post. I would hope so it sure was a while ago. I was having blogger problems and limited time and well didn't know what to say some days. Winter will do that to you. Anyway...here is the catch up.&lt;br /&gt;House closing is going great. We passed title 5 and our buyer has already been given access to the house to install new cabinets. He has also already put money down for the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to find a second job. I was hired to work at Detroit Riverview hospital on Fridays and Mondays. The shift is 7am to 7pm. I get to train on the latest greatest magnet, Siemens Espree 1.5T High Field Open. My full time job will be getting one before July and I'm glad I will already be trained on it. Very exciting! I start the new job January 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sister came for a visit the second week of December. That was lots of fun. Natasha still asks for them everyday. We drove to see my brother. He was relocated to a prison 3 hours away. He was much to far before and hasn't had visitors in a very long time. He will be out next year December at the latest. He is doing awesome. I was wondering what he would be like. Turns out he is an awesome person and now I am looking forward to him getting out. I wish visiting hours were during the week, so I could see him more. While my mom and sister where here I had the cookie swap. I have had it every year since I moved here. When I was in Mass. my family there did it every year. It was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is doing good in school. He has 4 tests on Thursday and then clinical. He is off the week of Christmas and if all our closing papers are signed we are taking Natasha to the cabin up-north. After his brake school gets easier with more clinical and less class time. Thank goodness. Danny hasn't been home to Mass. in a while and we didn't want to get 3 plane tickets, so he is going without us. He leaves Friday the 29th and then will be home new years day. That we me and Natasha get him the week he is off. I will miss him on New Years eve but at least I get him all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha is doing awesome. She got a cold and it stayed a cold. She had one extra breathing treatment and bounced back without it going respiratory. Thank goodness to that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my nursing admission test on Monday. It was actually not so bad. I was nervous because I didn't study as much as I would have liked to. My overall average for the entire test was 88.94%. Better then I thought but all that matters is that I do better then the other students. We shall see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Are we all ready for the holiday? Natasha got a kick out of putting up the tree this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116662331342421698?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116662331342421698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116662331342421698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116662331342421698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116662331342421698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-month.html' title='What a month....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116488464205860572</id><published>2006-11-30T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T03:04:02.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning...yawn :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Natasha woke up at 5:00am and is up for the day. Thought I would do an update. We got awesome news last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to put my house up for sale. I think I mentioned losing my tenets December 1st. I contacted an agent the end of October and we exchanged paperwork and got an MLS number. It sold in less then 2 weeks!! Yeah!..Well, it isn't sold yet. I guess this person loves it and he offered are full asking price. We did price it low due to the number of houses in the area, I guess it worked. What a big relief that is. The closing will be December 27th. From here all we need is a title 5 inspection. There will be no problem with that, it passed in 2002. We had the house on the market for 6 months that summer and it never sold. This is such good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for my workout buddy she forgot about me Wednesday before Thanksgiving. She made plans and forgot Friday too. I think her daughter being home through her off. Then she had to take her mom to the doctor Monday. She had plans to go to the big mall (Great Lakes Crossing) Christmas shopping Wednesday. We meet up ..well supposed to meet up M-W-F. So, after just one week it isn't working for me so well. She still get she workout in. When her daughters home she came get downstairs to her treadmill and then when her husband is home. Luckily Natasha is doing well. She has returned to my gym with me a couple times. She loves it and if she stays healthy I will keep taking her. I am glad to alternate between the gym and my friends. I hope it will keep Natasha from catching all the colds from the other kids in day care. So, with all are missed workout dates me friend opted to meet today and Friday. Hope this works out today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116488464205860572?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116488464205860572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116488464205860572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116488464205860572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116488464205860572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-morningyawn-o.html' title='Good Morning...yawn :O'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116425488799749915</id><published>2006-11-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T05:41:21.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/114839/pumpkin%20cake%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/320/931743/pumpkin%20cake%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116425488799749915?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116425488799749915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116425488799749915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116425488799749915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116425488799749915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116425472051390215</id><published>2006-11-22T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:05:20.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/1600/296253/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6339/1597/320/179105/red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116425472051390215?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116425472051390215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116425472051390215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116425472051390215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116425472051390215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116370104335504817</id><published>2006-11-16T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:17:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is a DVD to this book?..Interesting. I am reading this book and so far I recommend it. It goes beyond BFL in explaining why you need the protein and when. It is about diet and exercise and goes into explanations for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;View some of the book here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1579549985/ref=sib_dp_pt/002-8489848-4668044#reader-link"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1579549985/ref=sib_dp_pt/002-8489848-4668044#reader-link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116370104335504817?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116370104335504817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116370104335504817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116370104335504817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116370104335504817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/worth-read.html' title='Worth a Read'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116363902729972905</id><published>2006-11-15T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:03:47.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Natasha had her recheck the ears are clear and so are her lungs. She will get a preventive lung treatment for the rest of the winter. I stopped taken her to day care and she seems to be feeling well. I have been doing at home workouts on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I go to my friends house for a workout. This works out for the both of us we take turns going to her basement where she has a treadmill and weight bench. The other one stay up-stairs with Natasha and her 1 year old son. We started this Friday and so far so good. With my exercise back in a routine good eating has followed. That is how it is for me. All or nothing I try but I don't do super good unless I'm also working out. Danny and I go away tomorrow night for our 5 year wedding anniversary. Should be fun we are staying over night at a German inn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116363902729972905?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116363902729972905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116363902729972905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116363902729972905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116363902729972905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116239174219178033</id><published>2006-11-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:06:43.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's so smart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/201495/20061026/081038.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116239174219178033?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116239174219178033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116239174219178033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116239174219178033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116239174219178033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/shes-so-smart.html' title='She&apos;s so smart....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116316759634064335</id><published>2006-11-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:06:37.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought...I need to run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Wow it has been a week already. This week flew by. My family has so much every November. Monday night was my cousin Nikki's birthday and Danny's was Tuesday. The family meet at Fridays restaurant to celebrate both. It was Grandma, great Grandpa, my aunt, uncle 2 cousins, 2 of Nikki's best friends and me Danny and Natasha. It was fun but since we sat so long waiting for my cousin to get out of school I drank to much. The next day was Danny's birthday and my best friends son's 1st birthday. I got Danny a 60min. massage and a bottle of coconut rum. That night me and Natasha went to the 1st birthday party. Since me and Danny never did anything for his birthday we went to lunch on Wednesday to celebrate. Thursday Danny was celebrating with his friends. We met everyone at a pub near his work after I dropped Natasha off at grandma's. So, it was a busy week with a few more events to come. Today I am off the hook. Natasha seems all better.&lt;br /&gt;With her being sick I never make to the gym. They wont take sick kids and when she is just getting better I can't take her and get her sick again. So, I'm getting fat and it isn't even December yet. My friend from work lent me some awesome workout videos and gave 2 raisers for my step bench. I have done 2 videos and they very good and not boring. I think I am going to cancel my gym membership so I'm looking to get into a routine so I am working out. Turns out my best friend has been having trouble getting her workouts in with the baby since her oldest is in school all day, so she volunteered to be my accountability buddy. I am going to her house on Monday , Wednesday and Fridays to watch the kids and she will workout and then I get to workout. Her basement has a weight bench and a treadmill and if this works out I will be wicked happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As for the nursing my study book should be here today. I can't decide if I should start my classes in February or wait till Danny is all done. Classes are expansive and we just lost the renters in our house.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela- I was looking into doing nursing so I can become a PA or do labor and delivery maybe mid wife. If you like the technical you should do it. I love my job, I'm just excited to try something new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116316759634064335?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116316759634064335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116316759634064335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116316759634064335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116316759634064335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-thoughti-need-to-run.html' title='Random thought...I need to run'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116256605088756550</id><published>2006-11-03T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:00:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;What's up with me? I applied to school. I was originally just meeting with counselors to see what class I should take to get into a nurse program. Well, the school closest to me accepts my associates from Mass. and I don't need any classes to apply. Just need to do there 6 credit A&amp;amp;P and a nutrition course before it starts up. The application process is free, so I applied. They are very competitive lots of applicants. You get into the program based on an admissions test and GPA. That is it no interview or personal history. Which stinks for me I have been working in health care since I was 17 and already did a similar program when I became an X-ray technologist. The admissions test for me will be Dec. 18th and I should have a study guide soon. The exam is 4 hours long, yikes. According to the counselor I talked to my GPA at 3.6 puts me at the bottom half of the list. That is how competitive it is lots of 4.0s, so I have to do good on the test. The test is 50% and GPA 50% of your placement. I didn't expect to even have a chance this year so will see what happens. I should be finding a second job not a new career. We just lost our tenets and will have to go back to paying mortgage on the house. So, it was worth a try we will see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Other then that just getting ready for a busy month. Lots of birthdays in my family this month including Danny and my bestfriends baby will be 1. We also have our 5 year anniversary and of course Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116256605088756550?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116256605088756550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116256605088756550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116256605088756550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116256605088756550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116238775467222680</id><published>2006-11-01T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:29:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/halloween2006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/halloween2006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Natasha had fun last night. She did wicked awesome and was never scared. She said trick or treat and thank you. Thank goodness she had to go potty she would have had me out all night. I wish I had my video camera she had me cracking up the entire way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/halloween2006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/halloween2006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/halloween2006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/halloween2006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/halloween2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/halloween2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her treat bag had pretzels and goldfish crackers, which is good because it is the only treat she is aloud to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116238775467222680?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116238775467222680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116238775467222680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116238775467222680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116238775467222680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116231706875281887</id><published>2006-10-31T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:51:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;should never be routine. But, it is for babycakes. She doing a great job drinking her pink meds despite its nasty smell. She is pretty good at the breathing treatments. Once in a while she puts up a fight. We sit on the coach she has to hold it herself and gets her blanket out of her crib. We had one day of what seemed she was better. It lasted less then 24 hours. We have been to the doctor 3x in 3 weeks and she wines when we hit the parking lot. I hope this doesn't go on all winter. She is a lot better today then yesterday, so I'm taking her trick or treaten. I'm doing fine and while we are grounded to the house since she cant go nuts with other kiddos she is mostly in a pleasant mood. I have been otherwise busy with work and house work. I did take her last week to the cider mill to see the ducks and pick out a pumpkin. I'll post later so I can share pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116231706875281887?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116231706875281887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116231706875281887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116231706875281887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116231706875281887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-sick.html' title='Being sick .....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116196663412801033</id><published>2006-10-27T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:30:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ca/film_fullscreen_evo.html"&gt;http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ca/film_fullscreen_evo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116196663412801033?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116196663412801033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116196663412801033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116196663412801033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116196663412801033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/whos-beautiful.html' title='Who&apos;s Beautiful'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116137595020691091</id><published>2006-10-20T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:25:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/Oct..11,2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/Oct..11%2C2006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/Oct.11,2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/Oct.11%2C2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/Oct11,2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/Oct11%2C2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116137595020691091?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116137595020691091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116137595020691091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116137595020691091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116137595020691091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-leaves.html' title='October leaves'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116120461067859866</id><published>2006-10-18T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:50:10.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have been wicked busy with little babycakes. She was sick Friday night up every hour. Then I went to work for 16 hours. Danny told me she was sick. Same symptoms as last Febuarey. Sunday I had work off to go into Detroit to watch the Lions. Well, that didn't happen I was home with Natasha. I had to miss work the next day to run her to the doctor. She was bad by then. Sunday we nebulized her at home to save another ER visit. Her prescriptions this time were $53 dollars as opposed to 103 last time, but since she needs another med that goes in the nebulizer with the albuterol I had to buy her a regular generator type. So, no more using Danny's portable. That was covered some and came to $40 dollars. So, she looks better breathing better. Still has purple circles under her eyes and gets a little pasty looking after a breathing treatment. She goes back to the doctor Monday to make sure she is clear. For now she gets 2 oral meds 2x a day a breathing treatment every 4 hours for 3-4 days. Then a breathing treatment every night for the winter. She doing awesome potty training 2 days in row now she stayed dry while we were out and went potty on the public toilet. She has pooped in the potty for 3 days straight now. Sorry T girls are easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step sister sold me a small new hoop for my belly button. It seems good. I had a hard time after having Natasha with the small hole but this starter gauge 18 feels fine. OK have to run and help babycakes. Oh one more funny thing Natasha cries when she sees my belly she thinks it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116120461067859866?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116120461067859866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116120461067859866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116120461067859866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116120461067859866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/asthma-sucks.html' title='Asthma sucks'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116104598796947969</id><published>2006-10-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:46:27.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad's 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/100_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/100_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116104598796947969?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116104598796947969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116104598796947969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116104598796947969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116104598796947969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/chads-21st-birthday.html' title='Chad&apos;s 21st Birthday'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116067316979160262</id><published>2006-10-12T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:12:56.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv skinny girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well I finley got to go to the gym and do some cardio. Yes, very boring. Time flies by when your running on the road but jump on a treadmill and 30 minutes feels like 2 hours. You think that is bad get on an elliptical for 15 minutes feels like hours. I really had to distract myself to keep going. I made it one hour on that stupid elliptical. Luckily I was up in front of the TV's and got to see some ER. The other TV was videos. Well if seeing all those skinny girls in there videos dance around doesn't help you kick it up a notch, then I don't know what will. I was happy for there motivation. They were all looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha is doing an awesome job potty training! She loves pumpkins and today she enjoyed seeing snow. Yuck! Sunday I get to go to the Lions football game with Danny and two of his friends. I had to swap a shift at work to go but should be fun, but cold. That's about it for my update just busy with life's daily chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116067316979160262?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116067316979160262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116067316979160262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116067316979160262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116067316979160262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-luv-skinny-girls.html' title='I luv skinny girls'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-116010583111262674</id><published>2006-10-05T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:37:11.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My first work out is tomorrow. I am hoping cycle class doesn't hurt me to bad. When I am on me feet all day I feel the tendon pain by early evening. After that the pain takes over the calf. I was told this is the blood from the tendons. So, I will be missing the marathon Oct.29th. I never had it as a set plan anyway since I was hoping to be pregnant by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy this week with Natasha. We started serious potty training on Monday. Just when I thought it was to soon she caught right on. She did pretty good Tuesday and all day Wednesday we had a few wet pants, but she popped in the potty Wednesday. She tried to today but got scared. Today she did awesome she had no accidents all day. I but her in a diaper since we were out to Danny's school for lunch. We stopped at the store and she asked to go. We had left the house at 11 and at 2 she sat on the big scary grocery store potty and went. The diaper I had on her was still dry. I can not believe how awesome she did.&lt;br /&gt;So that is my scoop I'm off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-116010583111262674?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/116010583111262674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=116010583111262674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116010583111262674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/116010583111262674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115998868183379785</id><published>2006-10-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:05:46.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is the sound of a frog splashing into a pond. It is a blinding flash of lightning that sparkles in the eyes of an animal. It is the spring mist that silently hides pastel blossoms. Those who dwell in the beauty and mystery of life are never lonely. They, know life is also the aroma of the soft grass we lie on while absorbing the warm rays of a summer day. It is also the taste of blackberries just plucked from a bush. It is all these and a great deal more. For it is a boundless tapestry that we observe, weave, and experience. Life is a feature film, projected one frame at a time, and we are the director, main actor, and audience member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not death that we need to fear, but an inadequate life. Why? Because life is not lost when we die. It is lost while we live. In is lost in opportunities that we allow to slip through our fingers. In each moment of inaction, we die bit by bit. When we waste time, we kill it. When we kill time, we murder life. If life is marching by, shouldn't we be joining in? After all, one-third of our life is spent sleeping and another third in growing up and growing old. How much is left to live? We are Mayflies. Our lives are fleeting; we're here a single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Chuck Gallozzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115998868183379785?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115998868183379785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115998868183379785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115998868183379785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115998868183379785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/10/embrace-life.html' title='Embrace Life'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115936128262304673</id><published>2006-09-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T05:48:03.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&lt;3ibuprofen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9-22 7.6 mile run&lt;br /&gt;9-23 825 meter swim&lt;br /&gt;9-25 4.3 mile run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; been getting pain in the front and side of my right lower leg when I start running. It usually stops mid run. Friday was pretty bad the entire time. I did Mondays run on the treadmill for the extra surface forgiveness. That was good I needed to get in 3 miles and made it 4.3. The treadmill is just so boring compared to outside. After that run my leg felt fine. I decided to run the next morning and then two full days off before doing my 20 miler. Thursday. This was my finale peak weak for mileage. I got up at 5:00am to run before Danny went to school. I did make it to the side walk but I couldn't even run to the mail box. I had to limp my gate was off. The pain shot through my calf from the front of my leg every take off and landed. It hurt wicked bad. I stopped at the mail box and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my doctor. So, glad I switched my primary in March. They took at 2:30pm and encourged me just to bring Matisse no need for a babysitter. She did awesome with my doctor even though he is tall deep voiced gentleman. He said the pain in my calf is from the blood which came from the tendons in the front of my shin. He said I can't do anything for 10 days. Not even a bike ride. I have to have an ultrasound to rule out thrombosis in my giant veracious vein. I tried to push him to see what are next step was. He said if I don't stop I wont make 26 miles. Well I can't run anyway so I wont even try. I just hurts so bad and last time I hurt my tendons it was a long recovery with lots of steps forward followed by a step back. So, I wonder if it is logical at this point to think I can still do it. October 29th isn't very far away from now. He said I will here from him Tuesday and will go from there. Bummer :(&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't acutely bummed after I saw him, I was just happy he said it wasn't bone and he didn't say I wouldn't make it to the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115936128262304673?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115936128262304673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115936128262304673' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115936128262304673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115936128262304673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/i3ibuprofen.html' title='I&lt;3ibuprofen'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115893104303471272</id><published>2006-09-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:17:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment living.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is luxurious. I was up most of the night to the bass of then man below us. Natasha was up too, between being sick with a cough and being disrupted by the music. I shut off the alarm at 2:00am. I was supposed to run 4 miles and then go to 5:30am cycle class :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115893104303471272?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115893104303471272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115893104303471272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115893104303471272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115893104303471272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/apartment-living.html' title='Apartment living.....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115894108806924238</id><published>2006-09-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:06:20.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I created a Slide Show! Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-e5.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594043226341&amp;amp;cy=bl" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="0" src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/f2/72057594043226341/bl_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115894108806924238?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115894108806924238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115894108806924238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115894108806924238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115894108806924238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-created-slide-show-check-it-out.html' title='I created a Slide Show! Check it out!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115871602264042926</id><published>2006-09-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:33:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just ran 19.2miles....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;now I must go find some ice for my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the crisp fall air. I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115871602264042926?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115871602264042926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115871602264042926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115871602264042926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115871602264042926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-ran-192miles.html' title='I just ran 19.2miles....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115860559086324445</id><published>2006-09-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:53:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;9-15 run 5.7 miles&lt;br /&gt;9-16 swim 425 meters&lt;br /&gt;9-17 no workout&lt;br /&gt;9-18 run 4 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;This week will be shorter distance per day over increase of miles for a week total of 30 miles running. I made it to the pool on Saturday before work. I did the thumb drill and practiced breathing on my 3rd stroke. It did seem better now that I have some direction. I was a mess trying to turn off the wall. I did look back in the book I got from the library and think I know how to turn off the wall now. I will try that next time. Jeremy (havlow) has been helping me figure out my swimming. What an awesome guy to share his knowledge with me. He did distance swims, 1650 meters! How awesome is that. My goal for the winter is to be able to swim 1 mile. I plan to work on this after I do the Detroit marathon.  OK nap time for me and babycakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115860559086324445?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115860559086324445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115860559086324445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115860559086324445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115860559086324445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/workouts.html' title='Workouts'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115818808580110597</id><published>2006-09-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T04:26:16.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is pretty...pretty scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/marathon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/marathon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This morning map my run says I ran 11.5 miles and the foot pod says 12.5.  Looks like I will always have to map it. Maybe I need to tell the foot pod I have a small stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115818808580110597?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115818808580110597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115818808580110597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115818808580110597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115818808580110597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-prettypretty-scary.html' title='This is pretty...pretty scary'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115815045208961267</id><published>2006-09-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:27:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I don't have much to up date on. I was going to 12 miles Monday but Danny had to much to do for me to get away. I did get up before he went to school on Tuesday and got in 10.8 miles. I got to use the foot pod which was good to see my pace as I went. When I was done mapmyrun said I did 10.8 and the foot pod said 11.5 miles. I did have to loop up around some parking lots but .7 miles seems like to much of a difference. Other then that Jeremy(Havlow) has been helping me learn to swim. I learned some new stuff and hope to get to the pool. Looks like I might not get there till Friday.  How awesome of him to do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see dancing with the starts. I don't need to worry about ever missing a song, that is for sure. Every time a couple did there dance Natasha came and got me and made me dance with her. She's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115815045208961267?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115815045208961267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115815045208961267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115815045208961267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115815045208961267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115794046724585526</id><published>2006-09-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:07:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/triathlon%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/triathlon%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't even know where to begin. The entire event was absolutely awesome. The rain and thunder stayed over by my house an hour 10 min. away, near the lovely Steve it was another world. It was summer all over again. The water was a calm 73 degrees. It was warm enough that I swam in my swim suit and didn't waste my time with the wet suit. The swim was hard but not as bad as Thursday. I was panicking then. The swim start was a site. The Olympic distance men left first followed by the women. The sprint distance had to wait 20min. from the first swim start probably about 9:30am. It was very calming by the water and I never felt nervous. It was awesome to watch all those guys swim up around the coarse. I only burped up a little air I knocked a girl across her back and I think my feet hit someone once. I was bumped a few times but never hard or enough to effect me. I just kept looking up for the big orange buoys knowing the straighter I went the sooner I would be out of the water. I lost the focus to free style and for the last 100 meters I did the side stroke. I ran up the beach and was excited that my legs were not total jelly I felt like I had good footing. I ran up the flagged area toward transition. I got to wave to Danny on my way. He had Natasha on the playground that was between the beach and transition. In transition I grabbed my shirt the wrong way and lost some time trying to get it over me. It isn't so easy when your all wet. So, I was off on the bike trail. I felt OK but there where no mile markers to give me any idea how much farther. A group was directed wrong and after we went down the road we were turned around and put on the right path. I ended up passing the same people twice since I had gone the wrong way. This made it even harder for me to gauge just how far I had ridden. I was able to pass up some girls even on my big heavy gremlin of a bike. My quads felt it but I stayed in 21st gear the entire time. My front bike tire was getting louder and shaking like crazy. The entire last stretch of the bike coarse I was prying that my front wheel staied on. At one point I thought I was rounding the corner to transition and really pushed it. I passed up a sleek pink bike and still had my front tire. I then realized there was a little further. Well, the pink bike took back her spot in front of me we rounded the corner into transition. I promised I would catch her in the run. My bike made it back safely to the rack in one piece! I was feeling dehydratied and chugged some Gatorade in transition. I had already been racing for well over an hour. I headed out on the run. No sign of Danny this time, bummer. I followed the run path out of the lot. The path goes around a lagoon and loops back. My leg muscles were fighting each other the hamstrings were tight after all the biking. I was amazed that other then that my legs felt incredible. I just had to catch a pace. You could see everyone was stiff running with hardly a bend in the knee. I told myself only 3.7 miles, that is nothing. I found a pace I thought fast enough that would hold out to the end. I passed everyone in front of me. I was working hard and keeping my own pace, but I felt fine and it wasn't a huge struggle. I was almost done. Danny would have been proud of my big manly spit wad. I never stopped for water just once to tie my shoe, bummer. I wish I knew the last .7 miles were off the bridge I would have picked up my pace sooner. At the 3 mile marker I could see the path back around the lot that I knew took to the finish line. I picked up a little in the sprint for the end. It was absolutely awesome. I got a finishers towel and medal. Then this guy actually came up from finishing after me and thanked me for keeping a good pace. He said I came running by and he said wow I can do that and he pushed himself paced behind me. That was rally cool and I am glad he took the time after finishing himself to come tell me. So, thanks tall gray haired man for the nice words. It was all very awesome. I would do it again tomorrow definitely not my last one. My official over all finishing time 1 hour 54 minutes and 18 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woohoo just checked the site for the final times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the 25-29 age group I placed 4th!!!!!!!!!! My rank in the swim 9th at 18:27, my bike rank 10 at 1:03:1 and for the run I took first place !!!! I ran a 7 minute 37 second pace for 28:09 WWOOHOO This is all new news to me very exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115794046724585526?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115794046724585526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115794046724585526' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115794046724585526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115794046724585526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-hooked.html' title='I&apos;m Hooked'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115768661922852991</id><published>2006-09-07T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:36:59.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no crying in Triathlons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I went to the lake tonight to do a practice swim. I set up a transition for the bike just like I will for Saturday. It was beautiful outside warm and calm the sun was headed down. I swam a few lengths of the swimming area. It was awful just bad. It felt so hard I couldn't catch a rhythm. I tried to go slow focus on form. How the hell do people roll there hips up on the side anyway? I ended up working myself up. All I could think was "this is so hard". It just kept going through my head "this is so hard, this is so hard". Luckily the water here wasn't over my head because I began to hyperventilate. I fought back a big pathetic cry fest. I swam a couple more times. I never got better. I got out changed for the bike leg and rode to the bike trail. I did a quick ride. I just wanted to let my body feel some fast paddling. I think I went 1.75 miles all together. When I got back to the lake I went ahead and cried. It was hard. I know I can finish but it will be hard. I am excited to do the race I really am. I sure could use a swim lesson. It is a little late for that. I decided I need a new saying for the swim. Since the one I got makes me hyperventilate which my be counter productive. I need to get to bed. I get to go to Monroe tomorrow and get my race packet, very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115768661922852991?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115768661922852991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115768661922852991' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115768661922852991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115768661922852991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-no-crying-in-triathlons.html' title='There is no crying in Triathlons!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115758038026306522</id><published>2006-09-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:06:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/wetsuit%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/wetsuit%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/wetsuit%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/wetsuit%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;This thing is toasty. Ha ha I don't know if you can see it in the first shot, but it is so tight you see every wrinkle in my swim suit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Very wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115758038026306522?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115758038026306522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115758038026306522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115758038026306522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115758038026306522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-thing-is-toasty.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115754716858819004</id><published>2006-09-06T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:52:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 3 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/nancy&amp;mari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/nancy%26mari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The wonderful Nancy &amp;amp; me at the gym.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nancy meet up with me Monday to take me through inclines on the treadmill. She did this to determine my heart rate zones for the new monitor. She also showed me how to use the foot pod. It can tell my pace and distance while running! How awesome is that. Nancy was super sweet as always even though I was a few minutes late. She did this on her own time just for me. I feel special, Thanks Nancy. I got to ride the bike to the gym which was nice. The ride home was even better, warmer with lots of sunshine. Needless to say I took the long way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am very tired and not doing a good job this week relaxing or getting enough sleep. I had trouble sleeping the night before and then got up and worked a 16 hour day. By the time I got home got some stuff done went to bed it was getting late. Natasha got up at 7:00am. This is the earliest she gets up, bummer. My mind wont stop there is so much to be done before Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My wet suit came in the mail! Woohoo. Man that thing feels wired. I put it on and it is so tight you can see where my belly bottom is. I need to get one swim in with it on and it will be my only swim this week. I just have no clue how I am going to do it. I can't go to the lake with Natasha. Danny has school and Friday I have a sitter but that is to go to the doctor and drive to Monroe for my race packet and info. Then if I find someone to watch her do I go swim in the lake alone. I need to practice transition too and if I make it to the lake I am including it. I will have to run out of the water get the suit off. Which is like trying to peel off your own skin. Then I hope to practice putting on my bike gear on while wet. I am going to ask my friend Dawn to watch Natasha for an hour this afternoon. She had her most of the day yesterday and she has kiddos of her own. One of which just started school. So, hope I can get her but don't want to where her out. Then she lives near one of the parks and I can go there. You have to do what you have to do I guess. Just not looking forward to doing it on my own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115754716858819004?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115754716858819004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115754716858819004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115754716858819004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115754716858819004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-3-more-days.html' title='Just 3 more days'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115724846843844127</id><published>2006-09-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:54:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I dropped 5 dollars while doing my bike ride last night. If you find it you can keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I was freaking out when I went to the web site to get some info on the triathlon. Looks like I was so excited to find a triathlon to replace the one I was to do August 9th that I never realized it is a bit longer. It is still considered a sprint but I thought the bike leg was 12 miles. When I realized it will be 14.7 well I freaked. I have since calmed my nerves by going for a 16 mile bike ride. I run is slightly longer too. I thought it was a 5K(3.2) and turns out it is 3.7 miles and well bring on the running at least I know I can handel that. Although I had to walk my bike for a moment during the ride and my legs were junk. I was all wobble how I am expected to walk let alone run after over an hour of swimming and biking is beyond me. I am getting wicked excited about the entire event. Today at 9am I was off the wall at work because one week from that moment I would be taking off for the swim leg. How cool is that. I'm just excited and nervous but all in a good way, for now. Anyway it is a 500 meter swim fallowed by 14.7 mile bike ride fallowed by the 3.7 mile run. Wish you could come with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115724846843844127?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115724846843844127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115724846843844127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115724846843844127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115724846843844127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/09/lori.html' title='Lori...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115695911902538537</id><published>2006-08-30T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:31:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I ran 15.5miles last night, woohoo. How very cool. I am a little soar not bad. I felt great when I was done. Just some aches in my joints and quads. I also meet up with Nancy today she sold me a heart rate monitor from our gym. I can not wait to try it out. She is actually going to meet with me to help me find my anaerobic threshold. I even got one with a foot pod, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never got to ride the bike because it had a bolt missing. I had it fixed it is now ready. The guy at the bike shop said the bike is to big and heavy for me. He told me not to bother putting clip-less peddles on it. So, I am saving my shoes for when I have a good bike. He said that my bike is heavy and I will work hard to get in all 12 miles during the triathlon. The good news is for $45 I got the brake fixed the tire fixed and the gears going right. I am having lots of computer problems and can not comment on blogs or log into the blends forum. I am checking blogs just can't always comment. So hi everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Still loving the short hair. Sorry no pictures yet. I can't quite get Natasha to aim the camera quite right. Someday I will have someone to hang out with old enough to use one. Well I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;OK so I lost some post and can't spell check it screws it all up. So, this is what ya get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Have a great day everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115695911902538537?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115695911902538537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115695911902538537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115695911902538537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115695911902538537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess-what.html' title='Guess what...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115660315293374410</id><published>2006-08-26T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:41:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hi strangers. I have been busy with work and the in laws are in town. I have had no time for just me or my family. I feel like the post vacation whirl wind never ended. The house guest leave Sunday and then we can all relax. Other then that I am staying on top of my training. Here is what I have been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;After the 7 mile race on the 13th I rested for 2 days. Then back to focusing on endurance and cross training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wed. 16th-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;10 mile run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Th. 17th fly home from MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fri. 18th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;5 mile run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sat.19th work/rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sun. 20th play in pool Natasha turns 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mon. 21st -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1 hour spin class and 8.26 mile run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tue. 22nd -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1 hour spin class and 400 meter swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wed. 23rd rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Th. 24th- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;8.3 mile run before work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fri. 25th- rest/work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The bike arrived and I hope to get a ride in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115660315293374410?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115660315293374410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115660315293374410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115660315293374410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115660315293374410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/miss-you.html' title='miss you......'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115617941446141139</id><published>2006-08-21T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:57:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha turns 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/2ndbday%20009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/2ndbday%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115617941446141139?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115617941446141139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115617941446141139' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115617941446141139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115617941446141139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/natasha-turns-2.html' title='Natasha turns 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115591778463906761</id><published>2006-08-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:16:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/christening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/christening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;My sister in law sent me some pictures. YEAH! This is Sunday when I became a God mother to my very first Nephew. How very cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115591778463906761?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115591778463906761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115591778463906761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115591778463906761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115591778463906761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/christening.html' title='Christening'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115591745873861699</id><published>2006-08-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:10:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at last..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Were back from visiting Massachusetts. My bed felt awesome last night ahhhh. It is great to be home. Last night I ran and got the decorations for Natasha birthday party on Sunday. I got all the ingredients I need to make her a cake. We are very picky about what we feed Natasha and she only gets cake once a year on her birthday. This year she gets whole wheat carrot cake in the shape of Blue the dog. She loves that show and gets excited every time she sees any type of paw print. My in laws fly in tomorrow and will be staying with us. This will probabaly ruin the weekend for me. I've to do my 16 hour day then I have the party and to deal with my mother in law will put me over the edge. They will be staying on our couch and I need to be up every morning should be interesting. Today I am busy making cake getting ready for house guest and un packing. If Janel can do it I can for sure. I already washed the towels, unpacked Natasha, baked coffee cake, scrubbed the bathroom and washed the oven. I have my "J" cape on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I chopped my hair off. It is above my shoulders, just long enough for a pony tail. I can't wait to see how much better it feels getting out from a swim. I can't share pictures since I left my cord to the camera at my moms. My father in law is bring it so maybe I can up load some thing for you Monday. Natasha is still having problems. She is better just not 100%. I see the doctor Monday for a 2 year old well visit. OK got go peel some carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this week to run a total of 22 miles. Just 5 more to go!! woohoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115591745873861699?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115591745873861699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115591745873861699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115591745873861699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115591745873861699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-at-last.html' title='Back at last..'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115565675795242776</id><published>2006-08-15T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:45:59.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/August2006inMA%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/August2006inMA%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Hi, I have a moment so thought I would do a quick update. It has been a long trip already and we still have a few more days. Natasha has been kind of sick for 4 days now. Today I am beyond tired and yesterday my stomach ache kicked in. We are having fun for the most part. Just gets hard with an almost 2 year old and being house guests. Natasha seems to be having fun in spite of being a little sick. I did cancel our planed trip to the beach yesterday for fear of her dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race on Sunday was lots of fun. The night before was not so much fun. I had to meet up with my friend who was giving me a number to run. She had some last minute things to do so I ended up meeting her a few towns over at 8:30pm. I had Natasha and my sister with me so by the time Natasha got some dinner it was getting late. I needed to eat myself and get her to bed. By the time we got back in town Natasha was crying to go to bed, it was 10:30pm by the time I got her there. I was afraid to skip dinner the night before the race so I ate late. Got my clothes together and map to the race. I got everything together I would need the next morning. By this time it was getting late. Natasha wasn't feeling good and my mom wasn't either. This meant they were staying home in the morning I had to get myself to Woods Hole and get to the shuttle to get to the start. When I was given the number I was informed I was an official volunteer working at the start. That sounded very cool to me...but meant I had to get there a little early. I ended up getting to bed at 1:30am. Not good at all. I woke up at 5:45 got dressed grabbed all my stuff and headed out. I ate on the road and made to the cape through 4 roundabout without getting lost. I deserve a gold medal for that. I made way on the 1 mile walk to the shuttle to the start stood in the Porto potty line and found a bus. The tiredness was setting in and at this point I wished I brought my banana with me. I got to the start and did some people traffic control and helped a sick girl get to her parents. That held me up enough to prevent me from getting a chance to warm up and stretch. The wheel chair racer left first. I got to help bring down the last group to be let off at the start. It was pretty cool. Unfortunately I was hungry and thirsty by now. My group was set to be released at 10:24, four hour since I ate breakfast. We all walked the group to the start and waited for our gun. We removed our official volunteer shirts and joined the group. Being in the last group meant I had to work my way around people the entire time. The race was crowded and the amount of people around never let through the entire 7 miles. I made sure I ate a few orange slices along the way. For a race this short I would normally skip the water stations but did grab water at least 4 times. I thought I would need since I was starting in rough shape. It was a hot sunny day and all along the beach it felt like the sun wouldn't let up. One of the hills put me in slow motion. Overall I was surprised how good I felt. I had fun and slapped hands with the kids along the way. Some groups of spectators had music and hoses to help us along the way. The fnish line was fun. I clocked myself at 55 minutes. This was very awesome and can not help wonder how well I could have done. If only was rested and fluid to go from the start. I went from the finish line to the snack and had the best pop-sickle of my life. Lime fruit bar by Bryers, I highly recommend it. In the end I am surprised I don't feel soar. I do have some sun on my nose and checks. My hamstring are little tight overall I feel good. It was fun. If I had run under my own name I would have qualified for a spot closer to the star next year and Boston. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having issues with my blogger hope this comes up OK.  I had to start some of the text over. Then the bottom was on the top. Hope my post comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115565675795242776?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115565675795242776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115565675795242776' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115565675795242776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115565675795242776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115495444851138239</id><published>2006-08-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:40:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAINING......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/cycleshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/cycleshoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well finished up another weekend at work. Yesterday was rough I haven't been that tired in a long time. Today I will be packing me and Natasha for our trip to Massachusetts. We have to leave here at 4:00am tomorrow. Other then that I am just trying to get some training in for the triathlon. I was reading some different schedules and it just made me see how far behind I am. At this point I wont be able to catch up with it all. The race is September 9th that gives me just 4 weeks to be ready. I am going to do what I can. I can't make up for lost weeks so I am just going to focus on training the best I can before race day. Training last week was only a few days but the workouts where good, I had two 60 min. spin classes and after one I got a chance to run a mile and see how that feels. After riding the bike my legs where tight. I did make it to the lap pool for a 400 meter swim. Plus two runs a 4.5 miler and a 10 miler. I had to wait for the heat to brake last week to run. The 10 mile run was Thursday at 5:00am. This way the sun wasn't up when I left. The run took 1 hour 33 min. and was my first 10 mile run since the 1/2 marathon in October. So, I am at the start of a new week and Sunday I swam 600 meters in the pool before work. Today I scheduled myself a short run. I am back to logging my training and planning my schedule weeks in advance. I think this will help me feel ready. I can't wait to get to MA to get the bike. My father in-law got Danny's old bike a tune up. It came to $72 dollars and he says it rides fine with new tiers and washed gears. I also got a new pair of cycle shoes thanks to my friend at work. She is doing awesome I got her into running last April and last week she ran a 16 miler in preparation for the Detroit marathon. So that is about it for now just packing and training. My mom does finally have a computer so I should be able to check in. I run the Falmouth Road Race Sunday the 13th. That is all for now have run Natasha just woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115495444851138239?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115495444851138239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115495444851138239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115495444851138239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115495444851138239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/training.html' title='TRAINING......'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115448913778071771</id><published>2006-08-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:32:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light House mile 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;That is the light house at mile one of the Falmouth Road Race. I have been there 4 times. When I was little my moms work use to sponsor the race. She was the banner at the one mile mark. I went with her 2 out of the three years she worked this spot. When I was in seventh grade me and my cousin ran it together. We were under trained but it was a big deal for us. The forth time I was at this light house was when my boss got me to run it again in 2001. I thought I was awesome because I did it in under 2 hours. The race runs along the shore on Cape Cod. It is always full of talent. The Kenyans warm up by running from the finish line to the start. They even have wheel chairs that lead the race. It is an amazing site! The first mile is packed and it is a wave of people winding the road. I tried to enter this race when I found out I would be in Massachusetts the weekend of the race. The registration was closed by then I couldn't afford the charity entry of $750 dollars. I gave up on running it and found my self the triathlon sprint in Lowell for the same morning. I just got the news from a friend that she has a number for me to run Falmouth. How shocking after being let down that I couldn't enter and then looking forward to the triathlon. As soon as I found out I had a number in Falmouth I knew I could give up the sprint tri for a seven mile race. The answer to my dilemma was to find another triathlon to do. That is what I did! I am even more excited about this sprint triathlon then the original. It will be September 9th in Monroe MI. I paid for my spot switched out my weekend shift and got a babysitter. This means I get to do both!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Speaking of Monroe Steve you up for a triathlon? You can do it it's a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Falmouth Road Race August 13th&lt;br /&gt;French Town triathlon sprint September 9th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/road%20race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/road%20race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.falmouthroadrace.com/"&gt;http://www.falmouthroadrace.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3disciplines.com/index.php?option=com_events&amp;task=view_detail&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=&amp;agid=43&amp;amp;year=2006&amp;month=09&amp;amp;day=09"&gt;http://www.3disciplines.com/index.php?option=com_events&amp;task=view_detail&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=&amp;agid=43&amp;amp;year=2006&amp;month=09&amp;amp;day=09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115448913778071771?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115448913778071771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115448913778071771' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115448913778071771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115448913778071771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/light-house-mile-1.html' title='Light House mile 1'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115448703638521814</id><published>2006-08-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:50:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what this is???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/Falmouth-Nobka-Lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/Falmouth-Nobka-Lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115448703638521814?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115448703638521814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115448703638521814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115448703638521814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115448703638521814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-know-what-this-is.html' title='Do you know what this is???!!!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115443866820768736</id><published>2006-08-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:24:28.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the best sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;It was getting late the clock said 10:15pm. I was wishing I was tired so I could get some sleep....so I decided to make myself tired. I got that swim in at 10:30 and it almost didn't happen. I am glad I went just a slow 500 meters in the lap pool. Today I am taking Natasha to grandma's to swim. The heat wave is peaking today should feel like 110. Stay cool everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115443866820768736?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115443866820768736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115443866820768736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115443866820768736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115443866820768736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-best-sleep.html' title='I had the best sleep..'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115435434124635469</id><published>2006-07-31T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T06:59:27.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;I had a funny picture for you guys but my photo up load has issues. So, what is up? I am busy with work. It will be a crazy month on the job. I have some extra time this week. I am feeling the crunch for the race. My soon to be bike is in Mass. getting a much needed tune up. The bike is Dannys and it hasn't been ridden in over 5 years. The cycle shop is dipping it in a solution and cleaning all the gears. Danny tells me this makes it like new. How cool and all that for 42 dollars. Wednesday I meet up with a co worker to barrow a wet suit. Hope I wont need it, but just in case. I would hate to not be able to race if they don't let me in the cold water. If anyone knows how to find the water temperature of the Merrimack river in Lowell Mass. please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;I have not been mentally on top of my game. I was thrown off with all that has been going on. Lori being here the wedding working and Danny's school. Lori stayed at my Aunts and had no car, so I didn't get the extra early workouts in I was looking forward to. The lack of workouts before the race is mentally taking a toll. I felt paralyzed not sure where to start. Well, that doesn't help much when you need to get your but moving. So, I decided to fake it get into it and then let my routine fall into place. I guess you could say I punished myself for not finding time to train. This is what I have been up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Wednesday-Return from trip up-north with Nikki and Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Thursday- Drive Lori to airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Friday/punishment day...but it was fun-60 min. Cycle class in AM a 9.02 mile run in evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Saturday-work 16 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Sunday-run 4.5 then work 16 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Today I need to swim I already told Danny and he is going to kick me out of the house when he gets in from school. It is just one of those things I can't do with Natasha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 days till race day!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115435434124635469?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115435434124635469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115435434124635469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115435434124635469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115435434124635469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/count-down-begins.html' title='The count down begins'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115422944517112964</id><published>2006-07-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:17:25.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My best friend Dawn sent me this. This is from her wedding last friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/dawns%20wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/dawns%20wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me and sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115422944517112964?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115422944517112964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115422944517112964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115422944517112964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115422944517112964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-photo.html' title='A wedding photo'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115410195479154641</id><published>2006-07-28T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:52:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/july19th06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/july19th06%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/july19th06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/july19th06%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/july19th06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/july19th06%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/july19th06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so here is some pictures of my sister and cousin teaching babycakes CHEERS! Lori went home yesterday at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/july19th06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/july19th06%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lori's helping me out with daily phone calls. Nothing new going on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115410195479154641?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115410195479154641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115410195479154641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115410195479154641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115410195479154641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to say....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115371072568541612</id><published>2006-07-23T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:12:05.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Thanks everyone for all the awesome comments. Sorry if I left you hanging I know it's been a few days. Friday I had my funky ultrasound test and then had the wedding. I worked 16 hours today and yesterday so needless to say no time for bloggen. The ultrasound was good the pain they told me I would get was pretty much nothing. My test and my hormone blood work was all normal. Dr. says that there is no reason for my body not to ovulate or cycle. He said that since the blood work was normal that I maybe off just a little that is not normal for me and can through off your body. So, now I am on yet another birth control for two weeks and then another appointment from there. What happens next I guess depends on if the birth control does what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;Then the wedding. OMG what fun. My friend got married near the ocean it was wicked pretty and all us friends hung out danced and drank till 1 am. Fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to work YIKES. Yup on 2 1/2 hours sleep and way to much rum. I acutely made it through the day just fine. I could not believe how awake I was. Today wasn't so bad either. I am off to pack my sister and Natasha are going up-north with me to grandma's cabin. It will be a blast, but last minute plan so I am off to pack.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my wonderful sister has volunteered to watch Natasha while I swim the lake. Thank goodness I have only gotten 2 swims in since July 4th. I haven't had time to stay in a funk and my sister is keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the week I be back to take Lor to the airport the 27th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115371072568541612?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115371072568541612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115371072568541612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115371072568541612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115371072568541612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-hey.html' title='Well hey...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115343031934601850</id><published>2006-07-20T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:18:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two steps back....</title><content type='html'>That is what I do everyday. I just kept getting madder at myself for my bad days. I have high hopes and big dreams. BUT that is all they are hopes. I wake up the next day and make the same mistake day after day. I only get 3 workouts done in about 3 weeks and hardly any weights just cardio. I eat lots of salty processed food. I eat when I am not hungry and I know this and do it anyway. Why? I can not get myself on track. I am feeling very ugly and pudgy and I am full of bad mental talk. Which makes me have another bad day. I know that 99% of my problem is in my head, it must be mental. My self talk sucks. I even cried last night when I looked at myself in the mirror. I spend my nights pretending I am fine but inside I feel sad. I am try to talk myself out of having a bad day, but so far it isn't working. I don't know if all this ramble makes sense. I should just delete it. Now I just want to cry again. What is up with my emotions?&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115343031934601850?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115343031934601850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115343031934601850' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115343031934601850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115343031934601850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-steps-back.html' title='Two steps back....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115328192645652488</id><published>2006-07-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:05:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This site is awesome you have to check it out. I have been using it to find new places to run. It sure beats driving out the miles in the car. I just went for a great run long and slow. It was 1 hour 25 min. 8.6 miles. It got dark and the sidewalk disappeared and bats came out, yikes. I ended up in a construction zone opps. Well, I live in MI pretty hard to go for a run without construction popping up sooner or later. I like to work myself up to two 10 mile runs. I have had a couple weeks where I did three 7.5 mile runs, so I know it is doable. The only problem with running at night is now it is going on midnight and I'm not tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh almost left you hanging on the web site ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/"&gt;http://www.mapmyrun.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115328192645652488?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115328192645652488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115328192645652488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115328192645652488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115328192645652488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-will-love-it.html' title='You will love it!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115323181172823568</id><published>2006-07-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:10:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I just got an e-mail mail from 3Ddisciplines canceling the swim-runs for the rest of the season. They do the races at a loss and the rain cancellation put them at a big loss. This is really bad news since I was going to do next Tuesdays as training toward a triathlon sprint I am looking into doing. The sprint is August 13th out of Lowell Mass. Danny's parents have a bike of his that I could use. His dad is taking it for a tune up since it hasn't been touched in 4 years. I am afraid of the water temp, so I am trying on my friend from works encase I need one. She has some for jet ski and scuba diving I have no idea how different they are from the tri suit. I guess I see lets just hope one fits me. I think I might end up in a guys suit her husband is pretty small. I could never wear hers since she could easily be a size zero. I already talked to my mom about driving me to Lowell. It will be 1 and 1/2 hours from my mom's house on a Sunday morning. This is all exciting and scary. I am still without a bike and have not cycled in a while. All the classes are now to early for Natasha's morning. Dahm kid ha ha. She is feeling better now but gave her cold to her daddy. Don't worry about me I never get what they get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just 25 days till the race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115323181172823568?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115323181172823568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115323181172823568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115323181172823568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115323181172823568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/bummer.html' title='bummer....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115314729957822140</id><published>2006-07-17T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:41:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/zoo%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/zoo%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I have been to busy to update my blog due to my pretzel addiction. I don't know what my problem is my workouts are far and few between and I eat to much. I eat to eat not because I am hungry. Anyway, just trying to get back into it. The fatigue lifted mid week, but man was it bad. I found I was more fatigued then when I was pregnant. Not sure why but I had a wired few weeks with the pills and all the fun hormones. Overall while taking them there was no difference, no sickness like doc said. This week will be hard since Natasha is sick. This means no gym. I can not take her for a run it's 100 degrees out there. I hope to get a swim in tonight, but have been bad at that. I did get a run in yesterday morning just a quick 4.5 miler before work. Friday night was my friends pre wedding cook out and I made her cake. It came out OK. It was a little tilted and the sides were far from smooth. Danny had the day off and we took Natasha to the zoo. It was fun, but I had a killer headache all day and boy was it a hot one. The wedding is Friday night and my sister will fly in Wednesday, woohoo. So, although I am trying to focus this week not sure I will be able to. I have that ultrasound Friday morning and a swim rum Tuesday the 25th. This one is 600 meter swim and 3 mile run. So, that is about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115314729957822140?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115314729957822140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115314729957822140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115314729957822140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115314729957822140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-around.html' title='Still around...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115253555829853651</id><published>2006-07-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:45:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;It was long weekend, blahhh. I worked my 16 hour day Saturday and when I got home I watched a movie with Danny. We were going to go to a party but I am OLD and was not up for it. It was my 27th birthday Saturday and like the past 5 birthdays it sucked. It was even worse this year since I had to wok and my twin sister is in Mass. Well, I went to bed and decided to run 7.7 miles Sunday morning. My Sunday was bad I was tired all through work and I couldn't shake it. Must be because I turned 27, hmm. No, it really comes down to finishing up all the pills the doc had me on. Anyway have to find a secretary of the State today to renew my license. Other then that I have to get supplies for a bridal shower cake for my best friend and get my house clean. Not sure what Danny and Natasha do while I am at work but they leave me quite a bit of house work for Monday. Once I get that all done I can move on to the fun stuff. I need a bike fast. There is a race I want to do and it is August 13th, so I need to hit the road to see if I should sign up. I will be in Mass. for that one and might be riding Danny's bike that is already there, but for now I need something, anything. Lots to do this month, my next swim run is July 25th. It is going to be a hot week WOOhooo hope to get to Stoney Creek for a good open swim. OK off to get some coffee for my old tired self. Have an awesome day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115253555829853651?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115253555829853651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115253555829853651' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115253555829853651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115253555829853651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older....'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115210460830175684</id><published>2006-07-05T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:03:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ______</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How do you define yourself? Does it get you through a tough workout or stress filled day. When I started being consistent with eating healthy and getting in a workout I always had some mental sayings to help me. I always said if you workout and eat like an athlete maybe someday I will actually look like an athlete. Then I started with a couple fun runs and got the itch to do a marathon. Then it was if I eat like an athlete train like an athlete look like an athlete maybe just maybe I can perform like an athlete. Can a regular joe transform into an athlete? What do you think? I bet you define yourself differently today then you did when you picked up your fitness endeavors. Striving to be an athlete helps my mental game. When I am on a run and my pace starts to slow a good mental talk can make a world of difference. So next time you are trying to stay on top of the game give yourself some mental mojo. This will be different for all of us wither it be athlete, fitness freak, figure competitor, fitness guru, champion, body builder, or trainer. The mind is a powerful tool and I believe at one point or another it can be more important then your physical ability. I have been thinking a lot about this since Matt called me an athlete. I will never forget that it has had me smiling all week to know that he looks at me that way. I thought of most of this while out on a run yesterday. I hope it helps you push hard for another day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Words are powerful exercise your mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115210460830175684?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115210460830175684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115210460830175684' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115210460830175684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115210460830175684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am.html' title='I am ______'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115194133892684198</id><published>2006-07-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T08:42:18.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I got to run yesterday before work and did 7.2 miles. My longest run in a long time. I have no pain in the shins today woohoo. Think I will stick to running 2-3 times a week and see if I can go without kicking up the shin splints. I have not gone for a swim since my race. I need to get in the pool. The next race is a 600 meter July 25th. I have done 2 days now of the 3 birth controls a night and so far no sickness. The doctor said I will get sick with all the hormones since I will be taking 21 pills in a 7 day period. Anyway it is all good for now. I am just cleaning house at the moment. I already packed up my bottle returns, cleaned out the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets, dusted, vacuumed, and Lysoled(is that a word?)  the kitchen and bathroom. When Natasha wakes up from her nap me and my friend are taking are kids to the pool to enjoy this 85 degrees of humidity. Then I have to get to the store for my sisters birthday present if I don't get on that it wont get sent in time. Well, off to clean out something elese while I am in clean mode. Have a great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115194133892684198?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115194133892684198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115194133892684198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115194133892684198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115194133892684198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-hello.html' title='Well Hello'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115170125575092646</id><published>2006-06-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:00:55.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK I back from the appointment. I have another ultrasound to do. This one is different they put some fluid in your uterus to check the lining better. Sorry if that grosses anyone out. As an X-ray tech it is no big deal compared to a test we do to shot die in the uterus and up into the tubes. This time to start a cycle he wants me to take 3 birth control pills a day for 7 days. He said the high dose of hormones will make me sick and that my cycle will be bad. There are a few things we can do after this depending on the outcome. That is all I know for now. He told me to start the pills after my work weekend since I will be sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115170125575092646?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115170125575092646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115170125575092646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115170125575092646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115170125575092646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/dr-stuff.html' title='Dr. stuff'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115167432365955094</id><published>2006-06-30T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:32:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/upnorthjune06%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/upnorthjune06%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;We had lots of fun up-north at the cabin. Can't wait to get up there again. Natasha had fun being in a house and not being stuck in our apartment. Weather was great even though it was not supposed to be. I took everyone to Lake Huron to swim at the big beach. That was fun but the coldest part of the day. Natasha had fallen when I was putting her suit on and I ran her to the water to get the sand off her so I could get her suit off. Well that was the end of that. She did not want to wear a suit after that. She through such a fit that I let her take it off her shoulders and keep her butt covered. She ended up naked in the lake back at the cabin. This could cause some fits when it is time to put her suit on but I think she catches on fast and wont care as long as she is in the water. I did get her a non disposable swim diaper since the disposable looked uncomfortable and left her leg red. My friend left the cabin Wednesday morning. After that I packed up too and headed home that evening. Danny has no class this week just clinical so I wanted to come home while school was going easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appointment this afternoon with my OB/GYN. My second dose of Promitrium never worked. They ruled out pregnancy yesterday and today I see him in the office. He told me he needs to send me for more blood work and maybe another ultrasound. Sounds like we are back right where we started in February-March. I will know more after I see him. They are having me come in today at 1:45pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115167432365955094?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115167432365955094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115167432365955094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115167432365955094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115167432365955094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/were-home.html' title='Were Home'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115106860052862162</id><published>2006-06-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T06:16:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The run went well. I just need to equalize the tire pressure. I got a shoulder workout keeping it center. Which was killer since I was soar from the upper body work I did Wednesday. I did a 2 mile run, brought Natasha home to Danny and then did 5 more. That was good for me I have been averaging 5 miles a run. The cakes done and now its time to pack and load the car for the cabin trip. Tonight I have a date we are going to PF Changs while grandma watches Natasha. Today is Danny's last final for the term he is a junior next week. I am hoping this date is better then the trip to the baseball game. That turned out to be more work then it was worth. I wish Danny could come up-north with us. I getting use to all are time away from each other which makes it easier but it can not be good. Well I am off have to get my to do list checked off. Have a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/dirtcake%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/dirtcake%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The frosting was to warm when I was doing the shells as you can see they went sideways. Luckily this is for my aunt who request cakes I never done before and doesn't pay so it will have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115106860052862162?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115106860052862162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115106860052862162' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115106860052862162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115106860052862162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-rush.html' title='Friday rush'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115099671793096757</id><published>2006-06-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:18:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Replacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/jogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/jogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remember that jogger stroller I bought. I turned into a big nightmare. The wheel was replaced after the first 5 mile run. The spokes came lose and the tire went flat. Then both flats on the back 2 wheels and the front wheel always wobbled. The hand brake I never got right and it couldn't slow the stroller down. So, I took it back it had a 60 month warranty. Thank goodness because that was 98 bucks. That is not a lot when it come to joggers but hey I want one I can use. I took it back today and went right to Babies R Us. I found one that was big enough for Natasha and I pushed it around and put her in it. It is smaller in a good way and easy to move and turn. It was easier to put together and feels sturdier not that it is all put together. Natasha had to nap so no test run yet, but I think it will work much better. I paid $99 plus tax and $8.99 for a warranty is anything were to go wrong. Since this is my second attempt at a jogger I thought it worth it. I'll update on the run hope to get a test in. Other then that I have to bake a 50th birthday cake and pack for up-north. We (me and babycakes) leave Monday before her normal wake up time, this means we must be packed and ready Friday night before me work weekend. Can not wait to take her to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115099671793096757?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115099671793096757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115099671793096757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115099671793096757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115099671793096757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/replacement.html' title='The Replacement'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115085720021694022</id><published>2006-06-20T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:33:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the runners high!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The race was awesome the weather was perfect and what an awesome park that was. I did so much better then I expected. I'm still feeling the race high good times for sure. I was also feeling the love since my Aunt, cousin, husband , daughter and my work partner and her husband and two kids all came to watch. I still have the number 20 marked on my arm and I don't want to wash it off. I do smell like pond water so it will have to go ha ha. It took my 11 minutes to swim the 1/4 mile. The water never felt cold and it was easier then in the pool I felt like I stayed on the top of the water better. It was however very very hard. While swimming I was thinking I can not do the 600 meter. I mostly swam on my side some breast stroke and the occasional forward crawl or free style. To my surprise I was no wear near the last swimmer. The group was fairly big my aunt said at least 30 still in the water when I hit transition. My place out of the swim 11th. This is for those of us doing the 400 meter there was an option to double the swim and do the 800. Your transition time is included in your run time. For me this was 15 minutes 5 seconds. I was the 8th runner in and the second girl. My time for the entire event was 26 minutes and I don't know the seconds. It was all posted when I left so I have all these numbers in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It was great and hard I'm doing it again for sure. Thank you to everyone you made my day with your comments!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Woohoo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115085720021694022?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115085720021694022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115085720021694022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115085720021694022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115085720021694022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-runners-high.html' title='I love the runners high!!!'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115080974410502684</id><published>2006-06-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T06:22:24.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Weather forecast says it will be 74 degrees when the race starts and water temp currently 72 degrees. I was hoping to practice form in grandma's pool yesterday, but the storm got in my way. Then I was going to run today to keep myself on a workout schedule, but it doesn't look like that will happen either. Looks like A double rest before the race. I am nervous excited scared and very much anticipating what is to come. I know it will be on my mind all day. I will come back with an update on the race tonight. Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo race day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115080974410502684?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115080974410502684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115080974410502684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115080974410502684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115080974410502684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the Day'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115068518750383817</id><published>2006-06-18T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:47:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I did a test run today. I went to the gym swam 400m and then went outside and ran 2 miles. This is exactly what I need to do on Tuesday night. I will be in a lake and I wont need to get my stuff from a locker before the run, but it gave me an idea of what is to come. I have been referring to this race as the small one since it is just a 1/4 mile swim and 2 mile run. Well let me tell yah it didn't feel short. The swim was hard and I was often out of breath. When I was half done with my laps I had to brake it down in my head. I started my count back to one and when I was half way through that last half I talked myself through the last 5 lengths of the pool. Then I was off into the locker room got on some shorts and shirt got out the door and the gym bag in the car. I hit the road and my legs did feel ready to run till at least 1/2 mile. I was glad I only had 2 miles on the road. It went well and I am very glad I did a test run. I am excited to do the race with a few nerves mixed in. The weather forecast has shifted should be sunny and clear no thunder storms to cancel the race. The lake temp is now up to 72 degrees wooohooo!!! I ran 5 miles this morning before work and I am hoping since I wont be doing that on race day I wont be as wiped out as I am right now. Well, with that said I going to crash. Hope all you guys had a great fathers day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115068518750383817?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115068518750383817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115068518750383817' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115068518750383817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115068518750383817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/testing-testing.html' title='testing testing...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115049132248159498</id><published>2006-06-16T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:55:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, I am not training to hard. I think it was every other day this week. It happened to work out this way but it was always my plan to skip the weights for the week. I was going to go to strong class this morning since the neck is better. It turned out Natasha slept in and I missed it. Glad the neck is feeling better haven't noticed it all day.&lt;br /&gt;After my swim the other day I jumped on the scale in the locker room and it said 128. Wow I like that. I knew my scale wouldn't agree and it didn't but even 131 on my scale kept me happy. I put on a pair of pants I wore on memorial day and they fit a lot better. I guess I am doing something right with the plan for no plan. I just aim to eat healthy and having a race helps me keep up with good workouts. For the most part that is we all have our moments.&lt;br /&gt;I found a shirt yesterday that says I am your sugar daddy. How funny is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Good news, no great news lake temp is up to 72!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115049132248159498?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115049132248159498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115049132248159498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115049132248159498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115049132248159498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-quick-hello.html' title='Just a quick hello'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115037776217377830</id><published>2006-06-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:22:42.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/tr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/tr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/tri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/tri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/tri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/tri2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/tri5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/tri5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/tri6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/tri6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/tri7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/tri7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/ttri4.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/ttri4.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;basically nothing under $100. I need a sugar daddy to pay for my hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115037776217377830?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115037776217377830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115037776217377830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115037776217377830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115037776217377830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-wish-list.html' title='My wish list'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115032832383471771</id><published>2006-06-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:38:43.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I made it to the gym today. It has been hard with Danny's studies. My cousin Nikki watched Natasha for an hour so I could get in my 400M swim. It seemed hard today harder then the last few times. I am still all over the place trying to get the body movement correct and not get out of breath. I managed 400 meters in 16 minutes. I still rest a lot at the end of the lane. I was glad I got to the pool in the middle of the day because watching other people in the lap pool helped me out some. Other then that the neck is better not 100% but I might be up for that Friday morning strong class. I am feeling cranky and blah since I am in the middle of round two of Promitrium. Oh and good news, the lake where the race takes place is up to 70 degrees. They say you need a wet suit for anything lower then that. We are supposed to have hot weather the rest of the week. It is even supposed to hit 90 degrees Sunday. Hope Tuesday is a hot one too.&lt;br /&gt;Other then that just trying to help out Danny take care of Natasha and be ready for Tuesday. Still working on getting caught up with blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115032832383471771?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115032832383471771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115032832383471771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115032832383471771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115032832383471771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115020214960591345</id><published>2006-06-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T05:35:49.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/June5thMass%20017.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/June5thMass%20017.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/16741718-115020214960591345?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115020214960591345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115020214960591345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115020214960591345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115020214960591345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain-watching.html' title='Rain watching'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115020204220904858</id><published>2006-06-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T05:34:05.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh my own bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;The trip was good. I was ready to come home taking care of Natasha outside of our own home wore me out. You know when you visit family and there is know down or alone time. My aunt forgot my flight date and was in Florida. Danny had to take half a day off school to get us there. The flight in was delayed and I missed my stop over because of it which put us in Boston pretty late. I let Natasha run around and we played just to wear her out the the next flight. When it was time to drive to Pembroke she was all set the car seat, but we managed to make to my moms. We started our trip at 6:30am and didn't get to my moms house till 5:00pm. That was one long day. I did get up before we went to the airport and did my 5 mile run. Needless to say I was wicked tired at this point. We got to visit some family from Texas too, which was great. Tuesday was grandma's 80th birthday. Wednesday I stayed at my sisters and and caught up with some friends talking till 4:00am. It was fun but I am the only one with a kid and my body doesn't let me sleep in. Thursday night I called my aunt to see if she was all set to pick us up. It turns out she arranged for her daughter to get us and she was still in Florida. Well when it came time to pick us up Nikkei was lost and ended up circling the wrong airport. I landed in Detroit and was not picked up till 1:45pm. Natasha was as good as could be expected we arrived home at 3:30pm. I was exhausted. The weather was horrible rain the entire week. I never got to run swim or go to the beach. I am glad I got that run in Monday morning and then Saturday before work I got up and swam 1/4 mile. I was to tired and with work didn't have time to do anything on Sunday. My neck has been bugging me again that same injury from last July. I think it was from pulling the stroller and our suitcase with the car seat waiting for our ride. Monday night I made it out for a run it was great and I felt fast and energize. I made it through the 5 mile run in less then 36 minutes. That is good especially around here since I often wait at a few traffic lights. I wont be doing any weights my neck bugs me just picking up Natasha. One week from today is the dualathon and I am hoping it get really hot here fast. I have no wet suit for the water, I think it will be fine. I am nervous I never dealt with a transition station let alone a race that involves swimming. It is not letting me upload a picture I will try it in a new post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I still have to catch up with blogs I am out of the loop. Hope all is well with everyone.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115020204220904858?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115020204220904858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115020204220904858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115020204220904858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115020204220904858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahh-my-own-bed.html' title='Ahh my own bed...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-115012418180528018</id><published>2006-06-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:56:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is a huge hallway through Detroit airport. The color of the glass on the walls change with the music. It was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/June5thMass%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/June5thMass%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/June5thMass%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/June5thMass%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/June5thMass%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/June5thMass%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/June5thMass%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/320/June5thMass%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We are home lots to do today after getting home and working my weekend. All is well &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-115012418180528018?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/115012418180528018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=115012418180528018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115012418180528018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/115012418180528018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/enter-fantasia.html' title='Enter Fantasia'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-114947751467246344</id><published>2006-06-04T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:18:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D  :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well my work week is up. I packed and am excited for the trip home with Natasha. Tuesday I am taking her to the ocean and in the evening I will be going to my sister-in laws to take care of little Patrick for the night so she can sleep. Well, he isn't so little at 9lbs 9oz. My mom doesn't have a computer which means I am not sure if I'll get to check in. I will take lots of picture the cameras ready to go. I fly home Friday just in time for another work week. I will miss some workouts so no worries on the over training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of training I am double excited that I went to the pool at 4:00am just to see if I could swim laps. OMG is that ever hard. My breathing was all wrong and I rested each time I got to the end of the lane. I did a few different strokes, but never took swim lesions so don't really know what I was doing. So, when I was done I had swam 27 laps. I am happy enough with this to go ahead and sign up for the training race. It is official I am registered to do a 400m swim and a 2 mile run June 20th. I need to worn the swim but I'm doing the race and I can not wait even though it is nerve racking at the same time. I just find it thrilling to do two events in one race and still can not believe I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to bed. I will miss you while I am gone. Have a great week :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-114947751467246344?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/114947751467246344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=114947751467246344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114947751467246344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114947751467246344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/d-p.html' title=':D  :P'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-114930455983487085</id><published>2006-06-02T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:04:21.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Items in my Fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lite-n-fit yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;grape fruit&lt;br /&gt;Coors Lite&lt;br /&gt;Lemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Items in my Closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes&lt;br /&gt;a rack of ties&lt;br /&gt;scrubs&lt;br /&gt;bathrobe&lt;br /&gt;stack of fat pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Items in my Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water bottle&lt;br /&gt;hair elastics&lt;br /&gt;stroller&lt;br /&gt;gum&lt;br /&gt;kid CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Items in my Purse I don't use one so I'll do my pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell phone&lt;br /&gt;debit card&lt;br /&gt;chap stick&lt;br /&gt;Driver's License&lt;br /&gt;keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five People I Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karenna&lt;br /&gt;Cheri&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Nancy if she returns from her computer crash :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-114930455983487085?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/114930455983487085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=114930455983487085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114930455983487085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114930455983487085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-5.html' title='My 5'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-114920562331233054</id><published>2006-06-01T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:47:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheri syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ha ha no not really. I am sooo tired and drained. I going to blame it on my work outs because they have been hard this week. Sunday I ran 6 miles Monday was a 60 min. Cycle class and a day filled with sun and in and out of the pool. Then Tuesday I did another 60 min. Cycle class and walked 5 miles in the 90 degree heat. Wednesday was a 75 min. total conditioning class. This was only the second time I went to this one. I found it to be great not to hard and it was fun great music. The instructor was great and can you believe she did this after running a marathon on Sunday. Thursday was 60 min. Cycle and boy am I tired. Tomorrow I have a 75 min. Strong class which I am loving. This Friday will be my 3rd week in a row and with the new schedule comes one for Tuesday that I hope to fit in my schedule. So, I am blaming my tiredness on good workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new goal is a race that is short but involves running and swimming. I don't know how I will do with that so I will try doing some laps in the pool before I sign up. The race is short 400m swim and a 2 mile run. They will have one every few weeks for the east side of the state. The distance goes up as the summer goes on. The next one is June 20th and that is the one I hope to do. It is a fun race and was deigned to help train for triathalons or dulathons. I think it will be a fun yet scary place to start on my future goal of triatholan sprint race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tomorrow night is the Red Sox vs Tigers and my date with Danny. I hope the rain holds out so we can go. After that I work my weekend and then fly out Monday at 9:00am for Mass. I have not been to a game since I lived back home and went into Fenway. I can't wait to see the game and to just get out for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last night I ran out to the store right as the rain started. I love MI rain it is extreme compared to Mass. You could see it up the street pouring down I drove right into it. You drive through it like a water fall. It was raining on one side of the street and not the other. I love the thunder and how the sky opens up and the rain pours down. In Mass. it sprinkles then works its way up to down pour. It's not as amazing. Can you tell I love a good thunder storm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OK babycakes is in trouble have to run no time to proof read hope this came out OK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-114920562331233054?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/114920562331233054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=114920562331233054' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114920562331233054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114920562331233054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/cheri-syndrome.html' title='Cheri syndrome'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-114916537276439361</id><published>2006-06-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T05:36:12.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/May30th%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/May30th%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I took this picture and when I looked at it my baby looked more like a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-114916537276439361?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/114916537276439361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=114916537276439361' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114916537276439361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114916537276439361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-baby.html' title='My baby'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-114899519782471949</id><published>2006-05-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:19:58.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/1600/lil_buggers_room_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6339/1597/400/lil_buggers_room_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The stress hit the fan for both me and Danny Friday night. It can be hard with him in school full time and he has lots of tests and studying. He is busy Monday-Friday which leaves me to keep up with all the house stuff and Natasha, plus I support us all by working my 32 hour weekends. Everything is good now I'm sure we will have our weeks when it just seem to much, but for now we are back on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook out went good. It was Natashas first time in the pool since last season when she couldn't even walk. She did awesome. She learned where the pool steps were. I didn't faze her when her face hit the water. She even dunked down and put her face in. Not on purpose but it didn't bother her. She never tried to step off the steps without us. Danny cooked on the grill for everyone and I think everyone had fun. We didn't get home till 9:30 Natasha was beat and I thought she would end up cranky today with her lack of sleep yesterday. Thankfully she slept in an extra hour and seems to be herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing good with my plan of eating good without a plan or diet. I got a 6 mile run in on Sunday and 60 minute cycle class Monday morning. My friend Dawn want to walk 10 miles twice a week, so I will be doing that with her. We just put the kids in the stroller and walk a path. I am stuck at 7 pull ups hoping I can do more. I did hit a best on the bench press last week at 85lbs for 6 reps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finley got to see some pictures of the new baby. My sister in law got home from the hospital Monday. He is big and looks pretty cute. I included a picture and don't know how to get it to the bottom so he is at the top of the post. I can't wait to meet him. When I go home I am staying at Sarah and Patrick's place so they can sleep through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-114899519782471949?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/114899519782471949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=114899519782471949' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114899519782471949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114899519782471949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/05/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16741718.post-114865969175894883</id><published>2006-05-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:08:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have been keeping myself busy. It is my way of faking when I feel the blahh mood taking over. I just suck it up get out stay busy and then the day isn't so bad. My friend wanted me to help her at her house with some workouts. I did that Wednesday. It was hard with Natasha and her 6 month old. I didn't get to do any weights just showed her some stuff with what she had. I did get to jump on her treadmill for 2 miles. Then we headed out for a walk probably around 5 miles. She wants to do a walk 2 times a week and with the expected rain we headed out yesterday to avoid the Friday showers. This time we walked 10 miles in 3 hours, but no other workout for me :(. The kids handled it fairly well. My friend is getting ready for her wedding July 21st. Today I got to the gym for a 75 min strong class. It was awesome and I didn't realize the last time I went that this was a 75 min. one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little stress. Not with anything in particular but that stress from always being response for something in some way. I always have Natasha all week and with Danny's test he comes home and puts on his headset goes to studying. We never go anywhere together and even if we need to run to the store for groceries I end up going with Natasha because he has to much to do. Part of me wants to be alone, walk out the door no kid to worry about go do my own thing. But, I am also lonely and yet never alone and wish I could hang out with Danny. Does this make any sense. I was supposed to go to grandma's near Danny's school today. He said he was going out for drinks after school when they were done with the 4 tests they have. I told him he should have his car pool buddy drive I'll go to grandma and we can ride home together. Well he said that sounded cool. Must not have been that cool last night I asked about Jon driving and it was Danny's turn and he never asked. So, yet again he gets to go out after school and I'm staying home. His plans did go through for grandma's he is having 15 people altogether for a cook out Monday. Since my work day is 16 hours I don't have anytime for anything else but worry about getting to work and back again the next day. I know it is odd I just want to be alone but at the same time I am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a better note. I just became an Aunt for the first time. Last night Danny's sister had her baby. I don't have many details but I do know it is a boy 9lb 9oz. She turned out to be further along then the doctor originally thought. Which is great for me because he is here and I'll get to see him when I go home June 5th. Good for her too, every girls dream to have a shortened due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK got to run Natasha is poring her water in her yogurt. Have a great weekend everyone!! Don't eat to much barbecue ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16741718-114865969175894883?l=pixybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/feeds/114865969175894883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16741718&amp;postID=114865969175894883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114865969175894883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16741718/posts/default/114865969175894883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixybug.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-been-keeping-myself-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903137164421212293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
