<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335</id><updated>2009-10-20T09:55:30.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Mad Housewife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-3237143216248693073</id><published>2009-08-26T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:36:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SpXVJtfVZCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iRvkg-qoQY8/s1600-h/tog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SoMds-6OCiI/AAAAAAAAANM/BZGt808uToM/s320/ww1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369167839394400802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-8990825599963264545?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8990825599963264545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=8990825599963264545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/8990825599963264545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/8990825599963264545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wedneday-or-about-only-time-i.html' title='Wordless Wednesday or, About the only time I can manage to post to my blog.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SoMds-6OCiI/AAAAAAAAANM/BZGt808uToM/s72-c/ww1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-1576055932020711117</id><published>2009-07-01T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:02:23.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SkuIhNNM-HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nsYYPed810U/s1600-h/wordless1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SkuIhNNM-HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nsYYPed810U/s320/wordless1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353522686122063986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-1576055932020711117?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1576055932020711117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=1576055932020711117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/1576055932020711117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/1576055932020711117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SkuIhNNM-HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nsYYPed810U/s72-c/wordless1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-107527013152816369</id><published>2008-10-03T19:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:04:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post just to direct you to another blog.</title><content type='html'>You have to check out &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog about cake mistakes? I know, but it is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be back soon with a real post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-107527013152816369?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/107527013152816369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=107527013152816369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/107527013152816369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/107527013152816369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-post-just-to-direct-you-to-another_03.html' title='A new post just to direct you to another blog.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-6388567901329812107</id><published>2008-05-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:04:28.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI: Barbie's hair does not flat iron.</title><content type='html'>She was just lying there on my counter. Hair all matted from too many baths.&lt;br /&gt;Begging for me to "please, just do something with my hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it. I clamped the flat iron, still hot from its sleek-ening job on my hair. I clamped it right on. I was going to make her beautiful again if it was the last thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Barbie. Her hair is gone. &lt;br /&gt;Poor flat iron.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-6388567901329812107?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6388567901329812107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=6388567901329812107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6388567901329812107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6388567901329812107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/05/fyi-barbies-hair-does-not-flat-iron.html' title='FYI: Barbie&apos;s hair does not flat iron.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-820185433774591442</id><published>2008-05-05T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:54:41.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Eating, Local Reading</title><content type='html'>I found an organic produce co-op near  me and I am so excited to start getting produce! I have ordered the book Simply in Season and I am anxious to get started on using the fruits and vegetables that are actually in season right now. A group of people up here "on the mountain" take turns picking the produce up so we are not all driving every week. People working together for a common goal is a very good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very good thing is the little bookstore in my town. Teri, you know which one. :&gt;) I have set foot in it exactly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; time in the 7 years I have lived here! Why I have been preferring to drive 40 minutes to Barnes and Noble is beyond me. There is a decent selection in there and practically any book I want can be ordered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I can walk to the bookstore. It's not exactly a short jaunt, but a 3 mile walk is good for them(and me) right? I envision us taking our weekly walk to pick up our mail and peruse the bookstore. The price of gas has definitely spurred me on to think outside the box. And now I am able think outside of the "big box" store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-820185433774591442?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/820185433774591442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=820185433774591442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/820185433774591442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/820185433774591442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/05/local-eating-local-reading.html' title='Local Eating, Local Reading'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-6416894352652521902</id><published>2008-04-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:25:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SBi5g-3uAXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z6uz1wB8y6U/s1600-h/waterlily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SBi5g-3uAXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z6uz1wB8y6U/s320/waterlily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195106146455519602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-6416894352652521902?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6416894352652521902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=6416894352652521902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6416894352652521902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6416894352652521902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/SBi5g-3uAXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z6uz1wB8y6U/s72-c/waterlily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-2938331012617609028</id><published>2008-03-16T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:56:39.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off...</title><content type='html'>to see the &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/"&gt;the Wizard.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-2938331012617609028?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2938331012617609028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=2938331012617609028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/2938331012617609028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/2938331012617609028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-7106386038889984546</id><published>2008-02-22T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:23:34.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious Hits</title><content type='html'>Looking at my sitemeter is  pretty interesting. I have had several hits from people googling for "housewife stocking"  I have had several hits with that very phrase. And just to spice things up, someone was searching for a "latin housewife stocking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to diasppoint. I for one have no idea what a housewife stocking is, off to google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP NEXT:(when it stops raining), a photo inventory of the salons available in my town. I need my hair cut, but man, I don't know if I need one THAT bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-7106386038889984546?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7106386038889984546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=7106386038889984546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7106386038889984546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7106386038889984546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/02/curious-hits.html' title='Curious Hits'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-7557134234832460508</id><published>2008-02-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:52:25.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with iPod</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about Scott's birthday present. We have two iPods that have been sitting around for months. I've been a little afraid to try try them out. I finally opened one up today and downloaded songs for Scott: One song from every year of his life starting in 1969. Some of them are sentimental like , "I Love the Way You Love Me" by John Michael Montgomery(1993). That was our first dance song at our wedding. Or "All Star" by Smashmouth(1999). Macy used to sing that when she was 3. A few Journey songs since we both love Journey, and some metal, too. I also threw in a little Marvin. "Let's Get it On" makes us both laugh when it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and a LOT of work.  The most fun was finding all those songs I had forgotten about. I will have to start working on mine next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-7557134234832460508?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7557134234832460508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=7557134234832460508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7557134234832460508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7557134234832460508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-with-ipod.html' title='Fun with iPod'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-6944303036534355462</id><published>2008-02-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:41:12.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I turned 35. I remember when 35 sounded so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still a great day. We shopped for a new garbage disposal. Now if that doesn't say mid-life I don't know what does. Actually, I was thrilled. 2 days without a kitchen sink will do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real present is PhotoShop6 for Mac but, alas, it has not been released yet. I will wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom met us for lunch. We tried out Qdoba for the first time. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;other's&lt;/span&gt; birthday presents came next. My family has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; birthdays in January. Eeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came our monthly trip to Costco. Scott went to work and the kids and I cam home. They made me a cake. Scott surprised everyone by coming home early. So we had cake, kids went to bed and I took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I plopped down on the couch with my peanut MnMs and "Lost." No better ending to the day could be imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-6944303036534355462?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6944303036534355462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=6944303036534355462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6944303036534355462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6944303036534355462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/02/35.html' title='35'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-1744718062811139643</id><published>2008-01-24T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:21:40.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A light at the end of the tunnel.</title><content type='html'>Um, I don't even know where to start. I'm HAPPY! Not about anything in particular, just undeniably, totally happy. I am not giddy, or feeling over-the-top joy but I feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;normal.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my counselor said I either need to try St. John's Wort or a pharmaceutical. I was about to try &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. I was about at the end of my rope, quite literally. I don't think I have ever felt so, well, I'll leave it at that. I'm glad to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went home and ordered the St. John's Wort right away. I really wanted to try it before I moved on to the big guns. It came two days later and I have been taking it for 1 week and 1 day as of today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so totally amazed at the changes in one week. I have successfully put my kids in bed every night including "snuggles" without yelling.  I tried to raise my voice when Kyle came out of bed and it felt weird. Not the release I usually feel but almost a "check" in my being, like I was trying too hard to yell. I can't even explain it adequately. It just felt unnatural, foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids have commented about how happy I am. I get a lot of, "Wow, Mom, you sure are in a good mood!" To be perfectly honest, that astounds me. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the benefits keep up and this isn't a fluke, but I feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in forever. I will have to reassess(that word looks funny) in the summer since The St. John's Wort can cause photosensitivity :&gt;/ but we will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will take what I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-1744718062811139643?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1744718062811139643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=1744718062811139643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/1744718062811139643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/1744718062811139643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/01/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='A light at the end of the tunnel.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-6382926264070215051</id><published>2008-01-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:15:50.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>File this under "Curiously Named Products"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4Z5soYRYSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v5l0tlAo9oc/s1600-h/testo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4Z5soYRYSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v5l0tlAo9oc/s320/testo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153940631232536866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the picture any bigger but this is a male enhancement product.  Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-6382926264070215051?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6382926264070215051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=6382926264070215051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6382926264070215051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/6382926264070215051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/01/file-this-under-curiously-named.html' title='File this under &quot;Curiously Named Products&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4Z5soYRYSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v5l0tlAo9oc/s72-c/testo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-7339381019718263761</id><published>2008-01-07T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:10:13.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KTW3-pnnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DcpBlvaFbMw/s1600-h/macysnow0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KTW3-pnnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DcpBlvaFbMw/s320/macysnow0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152842944858398322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KTj3-pnoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sR9irJUQLso/s1600-h/macysnow0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KTj3-pnoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sR9irJUQLso/s320/macysnow0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152843168196697730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KT4H-pnpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i2MPgqgTnn8/s1600-h/macysnow0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KT4H-pnpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i2MPgqgTnn8/s320/macysnow0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152843516089048722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the very first pics I have taken with my new camera on a setting other than "auto" I am still learning, but it is fun trying. These are from this morning while everyone else was still in bed(Losers!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-7339381019718263761?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7339381019718263761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=7339381019718263761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7339381019718263761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7339381019718263761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-fun.html' title='Snow Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R4KTW3-pnnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DcpBlvaFbMw/s72-c/macysnow0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-8802246100020289870</id><published>2008-01-03T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:33:45.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bright spot</title><content type='html'>My therapist(yay, me!) looks just like Elliot on "Scrubs" at age 60. This is a little amusing and I almost giggled out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-8802246100020289870?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8802246100020289870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=8802246100020289870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/8802246100020289870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/8802246100020289870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/01/bright-spot.html' title='A bright spot'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-8196939794391548686</id><published>2008-01-03T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:49:07.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day from Hell</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my planned monthly trip to Costco and Trader Joes. I had to stop by the library first. I pulled into the widest parking spot thinking, "No one will ding my door here"  I left the kids in the car. While at the counter, I heard my car alarm go off. I walked outside and saw a truck in the space next mine diagonal. It pulled forward and straightened out. The lady went into the library. I looked at my car and followed her in. I said, "You just hit my car."  She looked at me and said, "What? No, no. I didn't." I told her my kids saw and felt it and that I saw her pulling away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside and she gave me her name and number. I got the license plate.  She said she had no license with her.  She told me to follow her back to her house to get her insurance info. Long story short. Scott wasn't happy with the lack of info so he came home and we went to the lady's house. He got the info from her. And now she has filed a complaint with his employer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, she also didn't hit my car. Despite my 4 kids witnessing it and feeling it, despite her offer to let her friend "buff it out"  and despite the "I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DH is mad at me. We finally did make it to Trader Joe's 5 hours later than we were supposed to. And instead of getting things on the list while I took Natalie to the bathroom, apparently Scott just looked around. So when I get up to the register I had to run back and grab a few things. One of those things happened to be olive oil. I happened to drop the olive oil in the middle of the frozen food aisle. Everyone on the aisle happened to exclaim, "OOOOHHH." And I happened to splash olive oil on my hours-old Keen boots(see post below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the boring narrative, but I needed to process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-8196939794391548686?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8196939794391548686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=8196939794391548686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/8196939794391548686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/8196939794391548686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-from-hell.html' title='Day from Hell'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-3779857293923941469</id><published>2008-01-01T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:54:00.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This could be bad. Very bad.</title><content type='html'>I bought the cutest sweater at well, um Costco. But it is totally cute. I need some cute brown boots to go with it. That and I need some cute brown boots. :&gt;) I own exactly one pair of brown shoes and they are sandals. I drug(dragged?) the kids to several stores: Marshall's, DSW, Famous Footwear, Kohl's. No one has brown boots. Unless I want a 3 inch spike heel on them. That would be a no.&lt;br /&gt; And four kids tired of being dragged (drug?) to Marshall's, DSW, Famous Footwear and Kohl's was not a pretty sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this gift card from my mom is just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to be spent. Then I remembered that my mom uses Zappos.com to get shoes. Shoes delivered to my house. The next. day. If I don't like them or they don't fit, I can send them back and they pay for the shipping.  Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you mom for these. The kids and I thank you. You have made all their shoe-shopping-with-mom dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R3rerH-pnlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6dvZmlN60Zg/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R3rerH-pnlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6dvZmlN60Zg/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150673956309147218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-3779857293923941469?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3779857293923941469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=3779857293923941469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/3779857293923941469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/3779857293923941469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-could-be-bad-very-bad.html' title='This could be bad. Very bad.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R3rerH-pnlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6dvZmlN60Zg/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-2162600149890343044</id><published>2007-12-22T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:34:19.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I am getting my New Year's Resolutions  done early to avoid the rush. In no particular order, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will stop using hyperbole when I speak. I mean, I do it, like, a million times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will once and for all find out if "gotten" is really even a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If "gotten" is really a word, I resolve not to use it because I don't think it should be a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will stop eating sugar, which is going to be really hard since I recently discovered &lt;a href="http://www.caffedvita.com/cappuccino.htm"&gt;heaven in powdered form&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will get back to running. Along with the no sugar thing, I will be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SPECIMEN OF GREAT     HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will delegate more of the cleaning to my children. Kyle mopped the living room today of his own accord. And liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If done correctly, I figure 2008 will turn me into one hot babe with impeccable grammar and a clean house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-2162600149890343044?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2162600149890343044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=2162600149890343044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/2162600149890343044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/2162600149890343044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-7693875438203882732</id><published>2007-12-18T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:10:11.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocking Stuffer Guilt</title><content type='html'>I bought a six-pack of Reese's Peanut Butter Trees for the kids' stockings. I only have 4 kids so hey, someone has to eat the two extra trees, right? So what happens if you eat, say, three of the trees? You have to buy a whole new pack since you no longer have enough to put in four stockings. So now you have six new trees(four needed for the stockings) and three left over from the first pack. What is a mom to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-7693875438203882732?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7693875438203882732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=7693875438203882732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7693875438203882732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/7693875438203882732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/12/stocking-stuffer-guilt.html' title='Stocking Stuffer Guilt'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-817247513226199374</id><published>2007-12-11T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:16:47.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recommended Daily Allowance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mentalmultivitamin.blogspot.com/2007/12/elsewhere-someone-wondered-if-others.html"&gt;Just what the doctor ordered.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-817247513226199374?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/817247513226199374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=817247513226199374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/817247513226199374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/817247513226199374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-recommended-allowance.html' title='The Recommended Daily Allowance'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-2588787500384973265</id><published>2007-12-10T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:00:51.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>So I decided on a picture for Scott's Christmas present. I cropped the pic a little so he and Nat are not in the center anymore and I can see some of the tree. I got black and white AND color because I couldn't decide :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R13gvmqviDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cAF03VakTbk/s1600-h/costco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R13gvmqviDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cAF03VakTbk/s320/costco1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142513457965271090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R13hI2qviEI/AAAAAAAAACE/tQmCOisY97M/s1600-h/costco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R13hI2qviEI/AAAAAAAAACE/tQmCOisY97M/s320/costco2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142513891756968002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-2588787500384973265?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2588787500384973265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=2588787500384973265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/2588787500384973265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/2588787500384973265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R13gvmqviDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cAF03VakTbk/s72-c/costco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-839327283548989457</id><published>2007-12-04T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:53:24.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1XPakF82pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VV_hodWUaCI/s1600-h/perfectnat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1XPakF82pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VV_hodWUaCI/s320/perfectnat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140242604985473682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture of N while we were in Kansas. I love it because her smile is so natural. She just looks so cute! I got an 8x10 of it so I can finally start hanging pictures in my house. We have been here three years and I have 1 picture up on the wall! Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is something I have always loved. Visiting &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;The Pioneer Woman's&lt;/a&gt; blog has made me not a little envious of her camera. I think I need an SLR camera :&gt;) So if you don't know what to get me for Christmas, &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/bnh/controller/home?O=Search&amp;A=details&amp;Q=&amp;sku=449061&amp;is=REG&amp;addedTroughType=search"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt; will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-839327283548989457?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/839327283548989457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=839327283548989457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/839327283548989457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/839327283548989457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-this.html' title='I love this.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1XPakF82pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VV_hodWUaCI/s72-c/perfectnat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-1194732183726678601</id><published>2007-12-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:38:52.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How about this one?</title><content type='html'>Okay I zoomed into the pic a little.  I like it but the anal part of me is going crazy that the whole fishing pole isn't in the picture, LOL Is that too anal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1Gc2EF82oI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jbv_utfNOpU/s1600-R/dadnatclose-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1Gc2EF82oI/AAAAAAAAABs/fj-tgctPHGw/s320/dadnatclose-up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139061102432017026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just realized the color is different too. I will have to adjust that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-1194732183726678601?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1194732183726678601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=1194732183726678601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/1194732183726678601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/1194732183726678601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-about-this-one.html' title='How about this one?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1Gc2EF82oI/AAAAAAAAABs/fj-tgctPHGw/s72-c/dadnatclose-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-50963623743737631</id><published>2007-11-30T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:04:27.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one?</title><content type='html'>I have Scott's Christmas present picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white? Or color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1EDP0F82mI/AAAAAAAAABc/J2XTayVlYdk/s1600-R/scottnat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1EDP0F82mI/AAAAAAAAABc/i8HGO72aBnQ/s320/scottnat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138892220022970978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1EDQEF82nI/AAAAAAAAABk/iL0aHNnrvgo/s1600-R/scottnat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1EDQEF82nI/AAAAAAAAABk/g1UCprJvhIs/s320/scottnat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138892224317938290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Remind me to turn the date stamp OFF on my camera. Taking it off all the pictures is a pain. Luckily this one had a lot of grass so it wasn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-50963623743737631?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/50963623743737631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=50963623743737631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/50963623743737631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/50963623743737631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/11/which-one.html' title='Which one?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sNF9cgRj7b8/R1EDP0F82mI/AAAAAAAAABc/i8HGO72aBnQ/s72-c/scottnat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371199519796558335.post-3591115870604073714</id><published>2007-11-28T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:10:30.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing.</title><content type='html'>I hate being depressed. Really. Really. Hate. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year usually brings it on. But with the added stress of something that happened with one of my kids, evacuation, etc, etc, it just feels so much worse. I have racked up $75.00 in late charges this month for not paying bills. I could have, but there they sat. I just haven't felt like it. I owe a letter to someone and I just can't seem sit down and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my whole life is like this right now. I am watching it all go by but just watching is all I do. It doesn't help that my husband thinks mental illness is a character flaw rather than a  health issue. Not that it matters what he thinks but it sure would be nice to have support rather than answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the kids in school then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away all their toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat off paper plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this coming on, as I always do so I have tried to head it off at the pass. I have been making sure I clean the kitchen thoroughly at night, every night. Just that one little act has helped me feel like I have some semblance of control. I also have started taking fish/flax/borage oil capsules and I have noticed a difference in my temperament with the kids. They should call them "No Yelling Pills" because I haven't been.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, less depressing news: nope, can't think of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371199519796558335-3591115870604073714?l=run-amy-run.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3591115870604073714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371199519796558335&amp;postID=3591115870604073714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/3591115870604073714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371199519796558335/posts/default/3591115870604073714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-amy-run.blogspot.com/2007/11/depressing.html' title='Depressing.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03190057040801517200'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>