<?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-15109540</id><updated>2012-01-28T20:27:24.361-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='Silliness'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Dumbass'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='tired'/><category term='grace'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='supernatural'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Fun Stuff'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='Chaos'/><category term='Patriotism'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='technology or lack thereof...'/><category term='Pet Peeves'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='Randomness; holidays; food'/><category term='sympathy'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='cosmetics'/><category term='Work'/><category term='what was i thinking??'/><category term='confused'/><category term='bab'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='scary moments'/><category term='Being a Mom'/><category term='changes'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='disgust'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='Karma'/><category term='weather'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='Love my job.  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Business Ventures'/><category term='medicine'/><title type='text'>I'm Just a Girl...</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm an average, every-day sane psycho supergoddess...and a Mom!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1504</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3316190663918413460</id><published>2012-01-28T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:27:24.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not recommended for the light of heart....</title><content type='html'>So, I went and saw one of the Academy Award nominated films earlier this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must've been slim pickings this year; either that, or they Academy just feels that they have to give George Clooney a nod for everything he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Descendants, was boring and mildly irritating. &lt;br /&gt;Frustrating even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some cute moments, but overall the idea that a family could place so little value on another family members life - is mind blowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get dysfunction, I get teenage angst -- I don't get a complete sense of disconnection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while George gave a mild and nice performance, I didn't see anything that was Academy Award material in anything outside of cinematography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in this school of thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3316190663918413460?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3316190663918413460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3316190663918413460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3316190663918413460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3316190663918413460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-recommended-for-light-of-heart.html' title='Not recommended for the light of heart....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-9048886729775791174</id><published>2012-01-27T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T19:59:22.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home....</title><content type='html'>You know what I love about my house?&lt;br /&gt;That I have a big ol' jacuzzi in my bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;Totally big enough for two adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the Princess Petunia and I may indulge in it.&amp;nbsp; We do have a hot tub in our backyard, but truthfully I haven't had the opportunity to test the PH, and that's not something you can mess around with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a glass of wine, and even though it's a jacuzzi and not a hot tub - the little one and I are going to relax inside of it.&amp;nbsp; Bathing suits in the house are perfectly acceptable, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely&amp;nbsp;a nice way to end the week.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-9048886729775791174?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9048886729775791174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=9048886729775791174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9048886729775791174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9048886729775791174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5114211933891817535</id><published>2012-01-26T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:51:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inna gadda da vida baby...</title><content type='html'>So, when the Patriots won this past Sunday - G and I toyed with getting tickets to go to the Superbowl.&amp;nbsp; We said we'd "definitely go" if they were in the Superbowl, but seriously - it's almost impossible to get tickets and a hotel for under $7k per person.&amp;nbsp; Per person!!!&amp;nbsp; It's really very hard to justify spending that kind of money to go.&amp;nbsp; I mean, it's not like it's in Miami or Tampa - where we have family to staycation with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, home we will be.... truth be told it will be more fun to watch here than freezing our butts off in Indy.&amp;nbsp; Or at least I keep trying to convince myself of&amp;nbsp;that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a private wine tasting with a former Patriot, Drew Bledsoe - and Chris Figgins of Leonetti &amp;amp; Figgins Wine.&amp;nbsp; Drew has a wine called Double Back, which was actually my second favorite wine of the day that we tasted.&amp;nbsp; It was at Grill 23 and the only thing that was a disappointment was that there was no lunch that was served.&amp;nbsp; Who books a tasting from 12-2 and doesn't serve lunch?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8mHwaUrbuA/TyICQl0DGzI/AAAAAAAAAus/gq_L-VwYyeg/s1600/drew_bledsoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8mHwaUrbuA/TyICQl0DGzI/AAAAAAAAAus/gq_L-VwYyeg/s320/drew_bledsoe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(G is much more photogenic than I am... and look how happy he is!&amp;nbsp; Truthfully, I wasn't much of&amp;nbsp;a Bledose fan and was thrilled when Brady was put in from his first successful play on the field.&amp;nbsp; But, give credit where credit is due....Bledsoe was one hell of a QB. And quite the gracious mentor.&amp;nbsp; I just hated that he was constantly getting sacked.&amp;nbsp; But I digress....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the countdown to the Superbowl is on!&lt;br /&gt;Are you partying that day?&amp;nbsp; And are you cooking....or ordering out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5114211933891817535?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5114211933891817535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5114211933891817535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5114211933891817535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5114211933891817535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/inna-gadda-da-vida-baby.html' title='Inna gadda da vida baby...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8mHwaUrbuA/TyICQl0DGzI/AAAAAAAAAus/gq_L-VwYyeg/s72-c/drew_bledsoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-9045523864657377076</id><published>2012-01-24T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:06:21.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free your mind...and the rest will follow.</title><content type='html'>I'm really disenchanted with the Republican party these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I dislike our current President, because I don't; he's a very eloquent speaker, seemingly a kind and nice person - I just find him to be less than effective and not necessarily on the same page as I am on certain topics that are important to me at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my vote is up for grabs.&amp;nbsp; And there is no one that the Republican party has suggested that can really get me to say "okay, I'll go with you...".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust Mitt Romney.&amp;nbsp; He's a flim flam, flip flop man.&amp;nbsp; Poll watcher, talking puppet, "let me tell them what they want to hear" kind of guy.&amp;nbsp; It's unfortunate too, because I liked when he was Governor of Massachusetts.&amp;nbsp; I believed in what he did, and I like that he's a conservative business guy financially because that's the type of person you need in a time of financial disarray.&amp;nbsp; However, he has completely changed his views on many social issues in order to get the nomination and that I have a very difficult time with.&amp;nbsp; Listen, I don't have to agree with everyone - but I can respect you if I believe that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; believe in what you say.&amp;nbsp; I don't have respect for him because he wavers depending on who he's talking to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newt Gingrich, I just don't respect.&amp;nbsp; 'Nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Paul.&amp;nbsp; Here, I struggle a bit.&amp;nbsp; If he wasn't so extremist he'd stand a shot because he's fiscally conservative and socially liberal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Hello Libertarian, totally my kind of concept!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; But unfortunately, he's so radical on many of his views that no one with any real brains can vote for him with the thought that he'll actually be President.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the other guy again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of our President -- I completely and whole heartedly disagree with Boston Bruins goalie Tim Thomas on refusing to meet with the President yesterday.&amp;nbsp; First of all, that speech I assure you was not written by him; I doubt he would be able to put together political thoughts of such depth and clarity - and communicate them as such.&amp;nbsp; Secondly, this was not a political roundtable -- not the time nor the place to make a protest or stand.&amp;nbsp; It was a friendly, non-political&amp;nbsp;gesture by the President to publicly acknowledge the team for winning the Cup.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of partisan lines, how do you not agree to disagree and accept the honor of being in the presence of a world leader?&amp;nbsp; We're not talking about Ahmadinejad here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a concept:&amp;nbsp; maybe afford the opportunity at that time to voice your opinion, should the moment arise?&amp;nbsp; But to avoid the trip, release a corny and overblown press statement - well it just screams "overdramatic" to this girl.&amp;nbsp; But hey, you're the one that lost out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-9045523864657377076?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9045523864657377076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=9045523864657377076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9045523864657377076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9045523864657377076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-your-mindand-rest-will-follow.html' title='Free your mind...and the rest will follow.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7823994172052443384</id><published>2012-01-16T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:37:05.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's post is brought to you today by the actions of others.....</title><content type='html'>Inconsiderate&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Centered.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7823994172052443384?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7823994172052443384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7823994172052443384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7823994172052443384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7823994172052443384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/todays-post-is-brought-to-you-today-by.html' title='Today&apos;s post is brought to you today by the actions of others.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-6710830617623620866</id><published>2012-01-13T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:18:38.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Rebecca, and I'm addicted to....</title><content type='html'>Reality television?!?!&lt;br /&gt;No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I AM enjoying a lot of guilty pleasure television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love MobWives.&lt;br /&gt;I started watching it via On Demand, not realizing that the second season was starting; I started watching because my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; guilty pleasure "Housewives of Beverly Hills" was taking a break between episodes, so I needed something to watch and the title caught my eye.&amp;nbsp; Well, hooked I was -- and literally, the day I finished the last episode I was happy to see a promo on VH1 that the second season was starting the following night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my girl Drita.&amp;nbsp; She's someone I think I'd have really liked in "real life" if she was a Boston girl.&amp;nbsp; She's tough, but she's real.&amp;nbsp; There's no BS to her, no flies on her - and I just really, really like her.&amp;nbsp; She's basically the only reason why I watch the show.&amp;nbsp; She's probably the most "normal" of the bunch - though truly, are any of us really and honestly "normal"?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define normal and let's see if we can actually find someone who fits that bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-6710830617623620866?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6710830617623620866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=6710830617623620866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6710830617623620866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6710830617623620866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-im-rebecca-and-im-addicted-to.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Rebecca, and I&apos;m addicted to....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4988563015840805666</id><published>2012-01-06T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:15:40.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go "hmm???"</title><content type='html'>When did people start thinking it's okay to talk about another person that is in the room - as if they're not?&amp;nbsp; Especially when it's not positive conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what kind of a difference one exit makes, but it blows me away the difference in the aggression of drivers just one exit further North on 93 from where I lived before.&amp;nbsp; It's like Russian Roulette pulling onto the highway now.&amp;nbsp; And road ragers....like nothing I'd ever seen before.&amp;nbsp; I swear I've almost been wiped out twice in the last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of no -- means yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4988563015840805666?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4988563015840805666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4988563015840805666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4988563015840805666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4988563015840805666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-make-you-go-hmm.html' title='Things that make you go &quot;hmm???&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7669855583061696195</id><published>2012-01-04T21:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:19:47.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of this....a little bit of that....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw the first grown up movie I've seen in a long time.&amp;nbsp; And while it wasn't my first choice, it ended up being a very good choice.&amp;nbsp; "My week with Marilyn" was a very well done movie, and Michelle Williams gave the best portrayal of Marilyn Monroe that I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was sort of like when watching "Walk the Line"...while Joaquim Phoenix doesn't neccessarily look exactly like Johnny Cash, he personafied him so well that at times, you could find yourself saying "my God, that's Johnny Cash!".&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; how good she was in this movie.&amp;nbsp; She really looked like her, and played her so incredibly well.&amp;nbsp; I definitely recommend it, and it was a refreshing change from the always overdone action movie, or contrived suspense thriller - or mindless "girl wants boy, girl loses boy, girl gets boy" romance movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got our new washer and dryer today.&amp;nbsp; The LG HE front loaders in Cherry Red.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah baby... I'm washing my first load in it as I type and I'm curious to see how clean the clothes look, smell and feel.&amp;nbsp; It's so weird because you barely see any water when it's washing!&amp;nbsp; And I'm dying to see how quiet the dryer is.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, as soon as I finish this post, it should be ready to be switched over and I can see just how good it actually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is that my daughter just never seems to fall asleep easily at night?&amp;nbsp; Or wake up readily in the morning?&amp;nbsp; I suppose with two kids one of them was going to have a tough time with bedtime....why not her?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to grow my nails out on their own again.&amp;nbsp; No, I didn't write it as a resolution, I know....but I'm doing it anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's working thus far, I hope I can sustain from making a mess of them.&amp;nbsp; I hate being a slave to to acrylic manicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was day two for the kiddies in their new school - and they still love it.&amp;nbsp; We're feeling good about our decision to change school districts and we're pretty happy with what we're seeing thus far from not only our kids - but their feedback and impressions.&amp;nbsp; They've been warmly received and have made friends already - and that was our biggest concern.&amp;nbsp; We knew they were going to a better school system so education isn't the concern, outside of their following the rules with homework.&amp;nbsp; Social changes were the big concern and so it's great to hear that they're getting off on the right feet!&lt;br /&gt;It definitely makes us feel better after they're dropped off in the morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7669855583061696195?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7669855583061696195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7669855583061696195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7669855583061696195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7669855583061696195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-of-thisa-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A little bit of this....a little bit of that....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-6358665994067860908</id><published>2012-01-01T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:20:17.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning isn't everything....but wanting to win is.</title><content type='html'>So it's time to think of the New Year's Resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I don't have too many, but I am hoping to stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always set attainable goals - and truly, they're actually things that I typically do anyway, but often lose sight of throughout the year.&amp;nbsp; So it's a good time to regroup and try to stay on track with them.&amp;nbsp; And then I always throw in something new.&amp;nbsp; It's good to shake it up - and it's always good to have something new to strive for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's all about personal growth -- these resolutions aren't just promises we make to ourselves for the sake of doing it; they're truly little self motivation goals to get us to feel better about ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We want to be better organized so we feel better after a long day at work....we want to lose weight so that we feel better when we see our reflections in the mirror.&amp;nbsp; We want to be comfortable in our skin, and there is always something that we can work on to improve ourselves and make that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further adieu, here are my goals for the upcoming year.&amp;nbsp; Some will be followed, some unfortunately may not due to a lack of time.&amp;nbsp; But they are on my radar and I hope to accomplish them at least some of the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Back to my yoga mat.&amp;nbsp; Twice to three times a week - no excuses without injury.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Back to running in the spring - but until then, the elliptical, three times a week. &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Complete the Spartan Race in August. &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Start a small book club to meet at my house monthly.&amp;nbsp;I need to read more, and I'm completely overwhelmed on what to pick when I go to Barnes and Noble.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; (&amp;nbsp;My house because a.) it takes the pressure off everyone else, and b.) I don't always have time to go to other people's houses, but I always have time to have people here! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Practice more patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-6358665994067860908?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6358665994067860908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=6358665994067860908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6358665994067860908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6358665994067860908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/winning-isnt-everythingbut-wanting-to.html' title='Winning isn&apos;t everything....but wanting to win is.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8978389619033779969</id><published>2012-01-01T01:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:08:49.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just another New Year's Eve...another night like all the rest.  But when we're through, this New Year's Eve -will be the best.</title><content type='html'>A toast to the year that has just passed - and a welcome to the one rolling in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/be_at_war_with_your_vices-at_peace_with_your/146021.html"&gt;Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to raising my glass this year, I gave some thought and reflection to the year gone by.&lt;br /&gt;It was better than the previous year...but hopefully not as wonderful as the one to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot was accomplished, both personally and professionally - though this year, I prefer to have less balls juggling at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level, continuing my journey of self awareness, my own personal spirtuality, and the constant growth as a parent are the key goals to this upcoming year.&amp;nbsp; While I'm always growing as a parent, my own interests and goals waned a bit.&amp;nbsp; I put them on the back burner and I think everyone suffered as a result.&amp;nbsp; My patience level is lower, my optomism waned &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(yes, even me with the rose colored glasses felt frustrated and less than optomistic from time to time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I felt less than energized overall.&amp;nbsp; So to focus on a little more time for me to find center and balance is win-win for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey, not a destination; and that couldn't be any more true. &lt;br /&gt;I love the journey that I'm on - even when it doesn't exactly go the way I'd hoped at times.&amp;nbsp; And every day is another day to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the new year. &lt;br /&gt;It's a clean slate, a fresh start and a new time. &lt;br /&gt;And while we get a new chance each morning, there's something about the psychology of a new year that makes us feel as if we can accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I raise my glass tonight to celebrate&amp;nbsp;not only my own goals - but yours as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8978389619033779969?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8978389619033779969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8978389619033779969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8978389619033779969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8978389619033779969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-just-another-new-years-eveanother.html' title='It&apos;s just another New Year&apos;s Eve...another night like all the rest.  But when we&apos;re through, this New Year&apos;s Eve -will be the best.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-628449203613896798</id><published>2011-12-30T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:16:43.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, celebrate me home....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've been most remiss in posting - I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been insanely busy in this girl's life the past month.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for New Year's Day because I'm just cooking all day - but in a way that's different than Christmas; it's a "lay around in pajamas and don't do anything else" kind of day.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had a day where I didn't need to go anywhere at all, since early November.&amp;nbsp; I've earned New Year's Day , God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I took Princess Petunia to The Nutcracker.&amp;nbsp; It was a total surprise and she loved it - and in a time and place when maybe kids can be a bit overindulged, to see her happy and excited made me feel so good.&amp;nbsp; Not only that I was able to surprise her- but that she was so gracious and appreciative of it.&amp;nbsp; It sounds silly to say that she wouldn't be, but truth be told - today's kids get so much more than we did growing up, it's almost difficult to get kids to be excited about anything. So truly, last night was gratifying on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner was wonderful; I love, love, love my new kitchen.&amp;nbsp; The functionality and flow is perfect.&amp;nbsp; And while it doesn't have a double wall oven - I did get from my father a rotisserie oven which has officially won the "my favorite gift of the year" award.&amp;nbsp; We roasted the Chateaubriand and it came out unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; And allowed for the ham to be in the oven, so that everything was timed perfectly.&amp;nbsp; I had 15 for dinner and truly, you never would've known it because the kitchen is set in such a way that I can cook, clean and put things away, without anyone even noticing.&amp;nbsp; Sounds crazy, right?&amp;nbsp; I know!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is New Years Eve - and what is to be the end of the chaos for this girl.&amp;nbsp; Had we not moved, it wouldn't have been quite so stressful; truthfully, this holiday season ran incredibly smoothly at the store.&amp;nbsp; Everything went just right, I ordered enough without over ordering -and even stocking the inventory, I managed to come up with a system that made finding our back stock quick, easy and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, this was a great holiday season overall - both personally and professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be the toast to the New Year....and a farewell to this one. &lt;br /&gt;And a quiet night on the horizon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-628449203613896798?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/628449203613896798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=628449203613896798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/628449203613896798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/628449203613896798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/please-celebrate-me-home.html' title='Please, celebrate me home....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5677006041672806513</id><published>2011-12-20T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:55:24.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year.....</title><content type='html'>And the most tiring one for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully I am so behind the eight ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, it's Christmas shopping for G and food shopping&amp;nbsp;for the holiday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute gifts for company coming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little to do.&amp;nbsp; So much time.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, scratch that --- reverse it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5677006041672806513?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5677006041672806513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5677006041672806513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5677006041672806513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5677006041672806513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7291484040201351423</id><published>2011-12-18T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:15:32.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's mistletoe and falling snow...</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe not falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;It's "Christmas in California" here in Boston, and this girl really just doesn't mind it.&amp;nbsp; Not one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a tub in the jacuzzi in my MBR tonight for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God - I love it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'd prefer more jets in the tub - preferably on my back - it's a keeper for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that we have a hot tub in our backyard?&lt;br /&gt;That's running at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do.&lt;br /&gt;But....it's just a tad too cold for me to take a chance on using it just yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I can convince G to use it with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7291484040201351423?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7291484040201351423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7291484040201351423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7291484040201351423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7291484040201351423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-mistletoe-and-falling-snow.html' title='It&apos;s mistletoe and falling snow...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3135743525402819802</id><published>2011-12-11T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:46:49.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastefully simple....simply tasteful.</title><content type='html'>It was a really nice weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my son spent the day with one of his friends - and the rest of us went to a huge craft show in New Hampshire where we bought a beautiful vintage sleigh that's decorated and has lights - as well as a coordinating ice skate to hang from it.&amp;nbsp; It looks so pretty on my front door - I've wanted one for so long, it was pretty darn exciting for me to get it.&amp;nbsp; And we had fun in general, just admiring the artisan gifts - and of course, we couldn't help but purchasing some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, we picked up my son and had dinner at our latest favorite Asian fusian restaurant where we indulged in a little Thai, Japanese and Korean - all in one meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a basketball game in Gloucester early in the morning and it was such a fun way to start the day!&amp;nbsp; My son is newer to the sport - and most of his teammates are 3 years into it - and they're so supportive of him.&amp;nbsp; He really started to come out and feel confident today; he even shot twice, and though he missed, he was pretty darn proud of himself.&amp;nbsp; They're undefeated so far this season, and let me tell you - this is a really good team.&amp;nbsp; Even better is that he boys are such good kids, they cheer him on and have really good comraderie.&amp;nbsp; It's awesome to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home, got ready for some football....I put a pork roast w/ sausage stuffing in the oven, got some pickies together - and then Princess Petunia and I decided to play makeovers.&amp;nbsp; I put makeup on her and did her hair....and she did mine.&amp;nbsp; Oh, but were we fabulous!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun... truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had company for dinner....and some hard core Monopoly competitions.....and now that we're home alone, it's Christmas special time before bedtime for the kiddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a good weekend.... I'm really sorry to see it end. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully just one of many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3135743525402819802?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3135743525402819802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3135743525402819802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3135743525402819802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3135743525402819802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/tastefully-simplesimply-tasteful.html' title='Tastefully simple....simply tasteful.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2128746375581292824</id><published>2011-12-09T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:00:17.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season to be jolly....</title><content type='html'>How can it be that Christmas is so close?&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half weeks?&amp;nbsp; Say it isn't so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me without my menu planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I've discovered is that my new wall oven is much smaller than my previous traditional gas oven.&amp;nbsp; Which will definitely pose a dilemma while cooking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I barely can fit a ham!&amp;nbsp; And I know this, because I made one this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I don't even know who's coming for dinner this year.&amp;nbsp; No clue as to how many people may grace our table.&amp;nbsp; I know at minimum I definitely have 11, but not sure if we will have more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I'm going to keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical shrimp appetizers...for a soup, I may do lobster bisque or a potato leek vichyssoise &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(which I may choose to serve cold as it's intended, rather than warm.&amp;nbsp; I have to think on that one....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, lobster raviolis in a vodka cream sauce, and then ham &amp;amp; tenderloin with asparagus and roasted potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I cook the ham and roast a bit early, then while they're resting I can finish the side dishes and that should all work.&amp;nbsp; I'm even going to simplify it more by not making my own ham; the one I made last year was horrible.&amp;nbsp; It tasted disgusting - I don't know what was wrong with it.&amp;nbsp; But even though the one I made this past weekend was fantastic, I think I'm going to do a Honey of a Ham.&amp;nbsp; They are flawlessly delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; (Not to be confused with magically delicious, which honestly it's such a perfect piece of meat one could think there may be some magic involved.&amp;nbsp; But I digress....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like it's all coming so quickly..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2128746375581292824?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2128746375581292824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2128746375581292824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2128746375581292824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2128746375581292824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&apos;Tis the season to be jolly....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8554297646745468582</id><published>2011-12-07T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:46:53.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrically speaking....</title><content type='html'>Mr. Bring Me Down&lt;br /&gt;Well ya like to bring me down, don't ya&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't laying down&lt;br /&gt;Baby I ain't going down&lt;br /&gt;Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna make a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you should know that I lead&amp;nbsp;--&amp;nbsp;not follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8554297646745468582?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8554297646745468582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8554297646745468582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8554297646745468582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8554297646745468582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/lyrically-speaking.html' title='Lyrically speaking....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-181872527627623530</id><published>2011-12-03T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:30:19.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look alot like Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIWFxZLu0s/Ttr2OBeVhyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wnMaIUiNh0s/s1600/Xmastree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIWFxZLu0s/Ttr2OBeVhyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wnMaIUiNh0s/s320/Xmastree.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's funny - you don't notice the imperfections on the Christmas tree quite so much as when you see it in a photograph.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&amp;nbsp; This year, a long time tradition was a first time in the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My typical ornaments aren't on; and we have some beautiful new ornaments that were shared with us from my Aunt, and so we have some new ornaments to look at and admire this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the tree is always fun because not only is it a fun thing to do -- but it gives us the opportunity to think of our friends and family while we do it - because most of our ornaments are either from friends and family, or they're ornaments we picked out together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was&amp;nbsp;a little more chaotic than usual; my son had a friend over and even though it was a different time than usual it still was a fun night, hopefully for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kickoff to the holiday season here in the I'm Just a Girl household.&lt;br /&gt;Officially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-181872527627623530?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/181872527627623530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=181872527627623530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/181872527627623530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/181872527627623530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look alot like Christmas....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIWFxZLu0s/Ttr2OBeVhyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wnMaIUiNh0s/s72-c/Xmastree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7777155244209403459</id><published>2011-12-01T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:30:35.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right.  ~Mark Twain</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just gotta laugh.&lt;br /&gt;It can be difficult to not let things get under your skin - but it's always best to just let it roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7777155244209403459?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7777155244209403459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7777155244209403459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7777155244209403459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7777155244209403459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/trouble-aint-that-there-is-too-many.html' title='The trouble ain&apos;t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain&apos;t distributed right.  ~Mark Twain'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8829797868521152514</id><published>2011-11-23T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:04:26.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don't unravel</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for so much in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;My businesses that seem to be doing well - thankfully, because we certainly work very hard!&lt;br /&gt;My friends who are my extended family.&lt;br /&gt;My extended family - who are also my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different people I meet each day, who all have a story - and many who have touched my lives though they truly have no idea that they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My upcoming move which is almost ready to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond thankful that my husband is amazing in areas that I lack in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my children are healthy - and I hope that they are additionally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful to be alive. &lt;br /&gt;I like my life....and I am blessed and thankful every day for all that I have.&amp;nbsp; If not for those around me, I would have nothing, and I never lose sight of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8829797868521152514?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8829797868521152514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8829797868521152514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8829797868521152514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8829797868521152514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hem-your-blessings-with-thankfulness-so.html' title='Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don&apos;t unravel'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1341600787352567595</id><published>2011-11-21T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:53:31.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights out....</title><content type='html'>Tonight I took my Dad to see the new house.&lt;br /&gt;It was darker than I'd hoped it would be at 5:00 - and let me tell you, I learned a little somethin' somethin' about this new area as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My street has no streetlights. &lt;br /&gt;NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you.....it's a dark street.&amp;nbsp; Looks like we're going to have to invest in lots of outdoor lighting.&amp;nbsp; I've never seen a street without lights before?!?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what was amazing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pulled up to the house, what came running out of my new yard and up my new driveway?&lt;br /&gt;Three baby deer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yard we have is really big and split into two sections; the grassy part of the yard goes right into the forest...we're surrounded by forest behind us, and actually on some parts of the street which is kind of interesting to see how there's&amp;nbsp;this neighborhood carved into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are excited because when I told them that, they realized that their bedroom windows overlook both the back and front of the house &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(T's room is over the grassy yard, Princess Petunia is over the front yard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and so at night, they stand a real chance of seeing little creatures when they look out their window.&amp;nbsp; How fun is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days from today... just seven more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1341600787352567595?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1341600787352567595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1341600787352567595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1341600787352567595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1341600787352567595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/lights-out.html' title='Lights out....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7063817679403366531</id><published>2011-11-20T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:14:23.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Only that in you which is me, can hear what I'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am a part of all that I have met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There are some remedies worse than the disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow always comes, and today is never yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7063817679403366531?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7063817679403366531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7063817679403366531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7063817679403366531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7063817679403366531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-tree-falls-in-forest-and-no-one-is.html' title='&quot;If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1227264615344872721</id><published>2011-11-17T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:57:02.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor, These are the days it never rains but it pours</title><content type='html'>Under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that it was Thanksgiving Eve, and no one was in the store.&amp;nbsp; No one was in&amp;nbsp;or shopping.&amp;nbsp; Anxiety dream?&amp;nbsp; Ya think?! .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 11 days, we'll have passed papers on our new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll feel better about the store, after this weekend when everyone who's taking furniture from us - comes and actually takes it from the house.&amp;nbsp; Then I'll feel more accomplished in the packing.&amp;nbsp; It might sound silly, to link work with my move - &amp;nbsp;but it goes hand in hand.&amp;nbsp; I am shopping at the store for one of our biggest nights of the year, and I am moving 4 days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stocking the store up.&amp;nbsp; Breaking my house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is our last dance.&lt;br /&gt;This is ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1227264615344872721?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1227264615344872721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1227264615344872721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1227264615344872721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1227264615344872721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/chippin-around-kick-my-brains-around.html' title='Chippin&apos; around - kick my brains around the floor, These are the days it never rains but it pours'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5027368971787287982</id><published>2011-11-16T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:14:29.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewie: For the love of God, shake me! Shake me like a British nanny!</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond sick and tired of the news these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it with hearing about pedophiles raping little boys - and those who did nothing to prevent it from happening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the Republican Presidential candidate who has sexual harrassment charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all set with the lazy protestors who are taking their&amp;nbsp;1st Amendment&amp;nbsp;right to protest, and making a complete and total mockery of their cause &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(or multiple causes, as it seems to have morphed into)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by abusing it right to a hair below anarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the mother who drank too much and "blacked" out while her baby is now missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop...! &lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalala &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(she says, sticking her fingers in her ears....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want to hear about, for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman or man who beat a Stage 4 Cancer - and their spouse who lovingly stood by their side through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child who went out of their way to help a neighbor who's elderly or sick.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe, helped another child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple that celebrated their 40th or 50th Wedding Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about the&amp;nbsp;people who aren't celebrities, who donate their time and effort to local charities, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that these stories are out there.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I know that they are "boring"....but my God, haven't we had enough horror to last us for a little while?&amp;nbsp; Wouldn't it be nice to turn on the news and have them say that there's nothing really going on to report?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, they choose to take a night off from the bad things and maybe share some of the good things at the leadoff story in the broadcast, rather than the last 30 second segment on the 11:00 news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me crazy, color me optomistic - color me bored.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired of the tragedy and disgrace that surrounds us, and I'm longing for silver lining in the dark clouds.&amp;nbsp; I want to hear the good in humanity, because we already are far too well aware of the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5027368971787287982?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5027368971787287982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5027368971787287982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5027368971787287982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5027368971787287982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/stewie-for-love-of-god-shake-me-shake.html' title='Stewie: For the love of God, shake me! Shake me like a British nanny!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8134084146778497915</id><published>2011-11-14T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:15:16.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run to the hills...run for your life....</title><content type='html'>One of my SIL's asked if I'd be interested in doing a &lt;a href="http://www.spartanrace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Spartan Race&lt;/a&gt; with her.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't sure what it was, but when she showed me the site, I said "absolutely!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep of mine did &lt;a href="http://toughmudder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tough Mudder&lt;/a&gt; this past summer -and when I saw what that was, I thought I'd like to try it at some point. Put it on my bucket list, and think about it&amp;nbsp;at some point down the road.&amp;nbsp; But, it seems that Spartan Races are similar, but in shorter increments; so this is a 3 mile course, as opposed to the 10 mile one - and there are far less life threatening obstacles &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;(translated to "no running wet between live electrical lines")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - but crazy physically challenging none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!&amp;nbsp; She actually wants to do the 8 mile one at Killington -but that's in September so I think the shorter one in Amesbury in August would be a good precursor to that.&amp;nbsp; Sort of walking before running, or at least jogging towards a run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a goal oriented person and truly haven't had anything to work towards physically in so long.&amp;nbsp; The training for this is going to be crazy, but I figure between yoga and running - as well as maybe some weights, I should be okay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll keep everyone posted on the training, once I start.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Post holiday season, but of course.&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I'm crazy...but I'm not&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8134084146778497915?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8134084146778497915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8134084146778497915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8134084146778497915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8134084146778497915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/run-to-hillsrun-for-your-life.html' title='Run to the hills...run for your life....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7573312264380833620</id><published>2011-11-11T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:01:35.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“ Laughter relaxes. And relaxation is spiritual.”</title><content type='html'>Triple Peppermint soap.&amp;nbsp; Almond Biscotti candles.&amp;nbsp; Icy cold sushi.&amp;nbsp; My yoga mat.&amp;nbsp; A strong backrub.&amp;nbsp; Anything by Ray Lamontagne.&amp;nbsp; Laughter.&amp;nbsp; Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses that aren't asked for.&amp;nbsp; Vanilla &amp;amp; Bergamot exfoliator.&amp;nbsp; A silky, big red wine.&amp;nbsp; Warm down comforters and cool sateen sheets. Peppermint Water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7573312264380833620?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7573312264380833620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7573312264380833620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7573312264380833620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7573312264380833620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/laughter-relaxes-and-relaxation-is.html' title='“ Laughter relaxes. And relaxation is spiritual.”'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4364273296485496713</id><published>2011-11-10T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:12:43.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supercalifragalisticexpialidoches....</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the Holiday Shopping Extravaganza at the store. &lt;br /&gt;Considering it was pouring out - we had a fabulous turnout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been raining - I think it might have been overwhelming, so it's all good.&amp;nbsp; It was a good precursor to the holiday.&amp;nbsp; And we had some delicious wine, as well as some equally delicious new food items that everyone seemed to love, so that makes me feel good to see how happy everyone was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the store is a destination...the type of place that people like to come to and spend time in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaming with pride.... without doubt. &lt;br /&gt;And now...without further adieu - I'm going to crash for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4364273296485496713?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4364273296485496713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4364273296485496713&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4364273296485496713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4364273296485496713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/supercalifragalisticexpialidoches.html' title='Supercalifragalisticexpialidoches....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8299159966327313185</id><published>2011-11-09T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:12:46.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All parts of the human body get tired eventually - except the tongue.</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be packing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I'm too tired to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were people that could pack for you. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, there are - they're called movers.&amp;nbsp; But my God they charge a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a fortune to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is - time. &lt;br /&gt;If I still had my desk job, then I could take a day or two off and get it done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But now...&lt;br /&gt;Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the busiest times of the year at the store - and we are moving during it. &lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that we had a meeting today to discuss our potential third store?&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I like have 30 million balls up in the air at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, some of us thrive under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pressure I place upon myself so obviously I know I can handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my body can!&lt;br /&gt;Well, at a minimum -- I'll be sleeping like a baby most nights for a long time to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8299159966327313185?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8299159966327313185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8299159966327313185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8299159966327313185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8299159966327313185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-parts-of-human-body-get-tired.html' title='All parts of the human body get tired eventually - except the tongue.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7612882011042989104</id><published>2011-11-08T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:52:32.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded by the light...</title><content type='html'>I have to ask this question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with all of the headlights in cars these days that are insanely bright?&amp;nbsp; It's like everyone is driving with their high beams on.&amp;nbsp; And they're not just regular headlights, oh no....they almost are a blue, so much so that I sometimes feel like there's a police officer behind me.&amp;nbsp; Are they LED?&amp;nbsp; Because I have a new car, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(well, relatively new - it's a 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my lights don't look like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mannahattamamma.com/headlights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mannahattamamma.com/headlights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them aren't blue though - they're almost pink.&lt;br /&gt;What is up with that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, anyone....clue me in as to what the need is to be so bright and shiny?&amp;nbsp; I mean come on - they're lights for God's sake.&amp;nbsp; They weren't exactly dark to begin with.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7612882011042989104?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7612882011042989104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7612882011042989104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7612882011042989104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7612882011042989104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/blinded-by-light.html' title='Blinded by the light...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7060748847113769039</id><published>2011-11-06T06:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:42:23.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Vicariously....</title><content type='html'>Hi, My name is Rebecca - and I think I've become an official HGTV addict.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as one can be given what little time I have to actually watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling LA and Selling New York - are my MUST DVR shows.&amp;nbsp; I am blown away by the homes that are hidden in NYC - and the ones that are in abundance in LA.&amp;nbsp; I'm fascinated by what the dollar value buys you in different areas of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same to be said about House Hunters; I watch them all from the US episodes, to International - to the Dream Home.&amp;nbsp; The only one I don't love are the Vacation Home episdodes where a family picks their fantasy house.&amp;nbsp; I prefer the real life decision episodes when a person is making a serious investment financially.&amp;nbsp; G and I have been talking lately about how we should stay in this house we're buying "forever" (code for at least 15 years) but buy condos in different parts of the world we love like NYC, LA, and possibly even internationally - so we have investment properties &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; vacation places. So these shows are amazing for seeing how the dollar does or doesn't stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest guilty pleasure:&amp;nbsp; Donna Decorates Dallas.&amp;nbsp; I love, love, love her design style.&amp;nbsp; At least on the episodes I've seen thus far.&amp;nbsp; I do think she tries a bit too hard to look young - she's a very well put together woman, who really does make ordinary spaces very....beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's funny how on one hand she has these extravagant clients who clearly have no budget so she can just do whatever it takes to make the space come to life; but yet she shows how inexpensively things can be done when she's helping her daughter do her own space.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In some ways, she reminds me of my MIL - who also is a designer, and will show me the extravagant things a client needs or wants - and then show me less expensive ways to achieve a similar look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your television "must sees"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7060748847113769039?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7060748847113769039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7060748847113769039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7060748847113769039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7060748847113769039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-vicariously.html' title='Living Vicariously....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2248829329397942430</id><published>2011-11-02T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:53:23.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying, over you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm either hormonal -- or just plain getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I never cry... &lt;br /&gt;But I got choked up like three different times watching "A Dolphin Tale" yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great movie - definitely a "feel good" kind of story, and even if you don't have kids to watch it with&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; it's worth going to see it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an Academy Award winning plot clearly, but trust me when I tell you that you will walk out of the theatre feeling like it was money well spent; rather than walking out of a movie like "Black Swan", feeling disappointed and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love to feel happy?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2248829329397942430?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2248829329397942430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2248829329397942430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2248829329397942430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2248829329397942430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/crying-over-you.html' title='Crying, over you...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4038587042083959197</id><published>2011-10-31T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:12:55.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No tricks here -- just treats!</title><content type='html'>The "I'm just a girl" family Halloween pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'd been taking some of my things down and putting them away but today I took all my knick knacks, wall hangings and decorations and packed them away.&amp;nbsp; All of my pictures are down and packed too - and truly, that's what makes my house look so empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're completely full on furniture, and yet...without the photographs of us, with our friends and family, the house is&amp;nbsp;eerily empty now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find it odd when I would go into a house that was staged and find no remnants of family life there.&amp;nbsp; Even the house that we're buying had no personal family shots anywhere and I find that so offputting almost.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't part of what makes a house feel like a home, the memories that are made within it? &lt;br /&gt;I think they are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me there is nothing better than going into a home and seeing loving faces and happy times proudly displayed in every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to start hanging our old memories - and I look forward to adding new ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3330708699862412186?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3330708699862412186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3330708699862412186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3330708699862412186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3330708699862412186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='If a picture paints a thousand words.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7988016439157873668</id><published>2011-10-26T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:16:08.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Sunshine....</title><content type='html'>Today,&amp;nbsp;I visited my Happy Place, even though it was for just a short time.&lt;br /&gt;And I am thrilled - there is one in the town I'm moving to!!&lt;br /&gt;Whole Foods...oh, how I have missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the smell of the store makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Market Basket 4 miles away in one direction -- Whole Foods 3 miles away in the other.&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any better than that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course I meandered over to the Cheese Department.&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away at how much of the same things we sell!&lt;br /&gt;Which, blew me away because for one - my store is less expensive than theirs, which is shocking considering they buy in&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; bulk; and two, I was pretty darn impressed with myself and how I do really have a great selection.&amp;nbsp; I mean, when people say that I often wonder if they're just being nice - but now, I can &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a bad thing that something as simple as a grocery store can make me happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7988016439157873668?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7988016439157873668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7988016439157873668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7988016439157873668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7988016439157873668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking on Sunshine....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8135877376593765116</id><published>2011-10-25T19:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:00:53.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's baaacck....</title><content type='html'>Today I finally made my way back to my yoga mat.&lt;br /&gt;After a year's absence.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will sleep like a baby tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, I'll practice all year and then stop Oct - January because the holiday season is just too busy for me; but I'm so sore and tired, and I've been doing nothing in the way of exercise that I figured I'd try the reverse to get myself in shape for the holiday season!&amp;nbsp; So I'm going to work through it... Tuesdays, Thursdays and possibly Fridays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God I've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how the body doesn't forget how to form the poses -- though the muscles do forget how long they have to hold them for.&amp;nbsp; It's going to take some time to get used to the burn and work through it once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this soreness, well....that's the high I'm always chasing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad it's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8135877376593765116?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8135877376593765116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8135877376593765116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8135877376593765116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8135877376593765116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-baaacck.html' title='She&apos;s baaacck....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1441260485428436775</id><published>2011-10-24T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:43:34.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough...</title><content type='html'>Occupy Boston -- I call Bull$hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds to me like this is just a way for people who have nothing better to do with their lives are abusing the right to protest and using it as a shield to basically do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graffiti on buildings.&amp;nbsp; Drug dealing.&amp;nbsp; Hacking into police computer systems.&amp;nbsp; Violating the privilege of being given the ability to publicly protest and have it supported with our tax dollars -- and abusing it by spreading into an area that isn't supported or "protected" for their "safety".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say stop talking about this cause.&amp;nbsp; Don't publicize it.&amp;nbsp; And most of all - stop funding it with our tax dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an issue -- a real issue, then voice it. &lt;br /&gt;Enough with this stupid Occupy Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this....&lt;br /&gt;GET A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1441260485428436775?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1441260485428436775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1441260485428436775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1441260485428436775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1441260485428436775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3674741294355168288</id><published>2011-10-20T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:11:04.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufferin' Succotash...</title><content type='html'>With the death of Momar Khadafi - I'm faced with an emotional&amp;nbsp;dilemma of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pro death penalty.&amp;nbsp; I'm all for an eye for an eye - and I believe that sometimes, vigilantism is the best way to go because after all - the justice system doesn't always work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the photographs that were first released of his body, when he was just barely alive - bothered me.&amp;nbsp; Not because they were graphic...but because he's still a human being.&amp;nbsp; And to be beaten by the masses - while deserved - I sort of surprised myself, because I found it inhumane.&amp;nbsp; Again, it's not that he &lt;em&gt;deserves&lt;/em&gt; the humanity because he clearly didn't always provide it towards others; but aren't we supposed to rise above?&amp;nbsp; Haven't we progressed from the days of mob frenzying and stoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unsettling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally unsettling is the mere fact that it even bothers me; he &lt;em&gt;deserves&lt;/em&gt; a death by the very people he oppressed.&amp;nbsp; And yet - seeing his face in his last few moments in that photograph, I thought that it would have been better to have him beaten, survived it&amp;nbsp;- and then properly executed.&amp;nbsp; I say properly, not by definition "dignified" per se; I mean properly, more in a manner that means that the &lt;em&gt;people &lt;/em&gt;aren't the savages - but the rules and laws of the government impose the penalty of death.&amp;nbsp; And if it's&amp;nbsp; by firing squad, or hanging, or electric chair - then so be it.&amp;nbsp; But to see the savage, animalistic and frenzied masses complete the task, then....how different are they from him after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does everyone else feel about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3674741294355168288?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3674741294355168288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3674741294355168288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3674741294355168288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3674741294355168288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/sufferin-succotash.html' title='Sufferin&apos; Succotash...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3425740191357599862</id><published>2011-10-19T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:23:48.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry - but did they have to kill all of those animals that were let loose in Ohio?&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't tranquilize them and have neighboring zoos and veterinarians assist them?&lt;br /&gt;Of course they could've. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the benefit of killing camels, zebras, giraffes....&lt;br /&gt;Even the lions and tigers could've been sedated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that their deaths were unfortunate and unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;But clearly, others saw it differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3425740191357599862?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3425740191357599862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3425740191357599862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3425740191357599862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3425740191357599862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4446102985278849915</id><published>2011-10-18T19:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:24:32.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking into spiderwebs...so leave a message and I'll call you back...</title><content type='html'>We've had no internet connectivity for over a week, hence my lack of blogging. &lt;br /&gt;That's only partially true; we had no wireless connectivity which made blogging less available because truly, I just don't take the time to sit on my desktop so much unless I'm working on a project.&amp;nbsp; I use my laptop moreso for the every day browsing, including journaling my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little to say...so much time. &lt;br /&gt;Scratch that.&amp;nbsp; Reverse it. &lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; House "stuff".&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; We are almost cleared and ready to close!&amp;nbsp; I believe we've met all of our closing contingencies, so November 28th truly can't get here soon enough.&amp;nbsp; Though I'm dreading the packing.&amp;nbsp; We actually don't have very many things - and it would probably only take me a few days of dedicated time to get it all in boxes - but honestly, with kids it's challenging because they're so emotionally attached to everything and they get a little put off when pictures come down and things get sorted.&amp;nbsp; It's funny, we're moving for them - it's for all of us but truly it's their best interests we have at heart and yet....they don't always get that.&amp;nbsp; Whereas when we were kids and had to move, we weren't factored into it even remotely.&amp;nbsp; Not a bad thing or a flaw on our parent's behalf - it's just the way it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I watched "The Real Housewives" for the first time last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I chose&amp;nbsp;Beverly Hills&amp;nbsp;because really - they're the only ones that I'm even remotely interested in. I&amp;nbsp;was curious to see how different the&lt;em&gt; insanely&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;wealthy live.&amp;nbsp; And funny, the only thing I really walked away with was the fact that I will never consider plastic surgery.&amp;nbsp; Not that I ever did anyway - but wow, did this solidify it for me.&amp;nbsp; Not only did these women look older than they probably really were - but they looked silly.&amp;nbsp; I mean, really - no one believes you're 25, so why try to look it?&amp;nbsp; You've been there, done that - just embrace who you are and the beautiful within.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing how some women have it all - and yet, are still unhappy on the inside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's the only place that true beauty radiates from anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; The debaucle known as the Red Sox.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Truly, I almost have no words for this.&amp;nbsp; I'm so very disappointed that this group of professional athletes have thrown their goodwill with their organization - and their fan base - away.&amp;nbsp; Their behavior off and on the field is shameful - and the comments made from the no longer so tender ace pitcher in the past 24 hours are words that I think he will eventually regret.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how to fix this group of overpaid divas (with the exception of a few solid dirt dogs), but management better figure it out quickly.&amp;nbsp; They are their overpaid toys and now, they're going to have to play with them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4446102985278849915?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4446102985278849915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4446102985278849915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4446102985278849915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4446102985278849915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-im-not-home-right-now-im-walking.html' title='Sorry I&apos;m not home right now I&apos;m walking into spiderwebs...so leave a message and I&apos;ll call you back...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3488868630029491510</id><published>2011-10-08T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:27:34.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where your heart is...</title><content type='html'>So we're counting down the days before the big move.&amp;nbsp; Because we're acquiring alot of the furniture that was in the house&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; (the people we're purchasing from have relocated a while ago and have brand new furniture in the house that they've since replaced with even newer furniture in their new home, so....we were fortunate that we had similar tastes in some areas!&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it has helped the amount of actual physical movement of furniture between houses, which is one way that hopefully this move will be less stressful than most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't wait for the most - and this is going to sound crazy, I know.... but I can't wait for the house to smell like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house now, doesn't smell bad -- it just doesn't smell lived in.&amp;nbsp; Not in a sterile, pristine way - but in a rather, just blah sort of way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my Lavendar &amp;amp; Vanilla room warmers, Pumpkin Pie &amp;amp; Cranberry Chutney candles, the smokiness from a fireplace, laundry detergent and fabric softener wafting from the laundry room - and the smell of spaghetti and meatballs to help make the house seem more like home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3488868630029491510?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3488868630029491510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3488868630029491510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3488868630029491510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3488868630029491510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-is-where-your-heart-is.html' title='Home is where your heart is...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-776235168871597915</id><published>2011-10-06T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:18:36.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy cat, pussy cat, where are you.....?</title><content type='html'>Two thumbs up movie recommendation for Family Movie Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/disney/africancats/"&gt;Disney's African Cats&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it got my Princess Petunia quite teary eyed at times - but such is the cycle of life.&amp;nbsp; Even my son got misty at some parts;&amp;nbsp;you know how&amp;nbsp;Disney is always good for the tear jerker animal movie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember being 5, going to see Bambi with my Auntie Saralee and my cousins - and everyone having to leave the movie theatre with me hysterically crying - because Bambi's mom was killed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; (Do you know to this day, I have yet to see Bambi?&amp;nbsp; Bambi, Dumbo - and there's actually quite a list, I could go on; but that's a rant for another day... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to Disney's form - Moms are the glorified character in this movie - as they should be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; ("Holla" to Dan Brown of DaVinci Code fame for cracking that code for me.&amp;nbsp; He was so on the money....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend it for a feel good, quiet night in with the family - and it's visually beautiful as well.&amp;nbsp; What wouldn't be beautiful about a wildlife reserve in Kenya? &lt;br /&gt;I hope you see it - and enjoy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-776235168871597915?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/776235168871597915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=776235168871597915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/776235168871597915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/776235168871597915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pussy-cat-pussy-cat-where-are-you.html' title='Pussy cat, pussy cat, where are you.....?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2255726190605352388</id><published>2011-10-05T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:40:55.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I picked an IPhone and I like it....</title><content type='html'>Fortunately - I did not kiss it, so I don't know if it tastes like Cherry Chapstick, but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; pink so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry - Smackberry.&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to wait for the IPhone 5 release because truly, I use the phone like a phone, and not like a&amp;nbsp;PC&amp;nbsp;and won't be needing to Skype so - the differences between the two seem so minimal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the life of me - I don't know why I waited&amp;nbsp;so long to make&amp;nbsp;the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2255726190605352388?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2255726190605352388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2255726190605352388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2255726190605352388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2255726190605352388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-picked-iphone-and-i-like-it.html' title='I picked an IPhone and I like it....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3901941470503069981</id><published>2011-10-03T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:08:01.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Bloody Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(though truthfully, this story incident occured on Saturday....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some great things about being a girl.&amp;nbsp; We get to wear pretty clothes, fun boots and shoes, get our hair done, pick out lip glosses - and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ying is the yang - and there are somethings that are not so fun while being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take shaving for an example, shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaving my legs in the shower Saturday, I cut my legs not once...not even twice.&amp;nbsp; Four times. Four!!&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it was a newer razor - but c'mon, four times? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them were so bad on my ankle, there was blood everywhere; it looked like a massacre took place in the shower!&amp;nbsp; And it hurt so much afterwards, that it still bothered me last night if you&amp;nbsp;can believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love for there to be a day when I wouldn't have to shave my legs again.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean the day I die, either.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3901941470503069981?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3901941470503069981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3901941470503069981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3901941470503069981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3901941470503069981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday, Bloody Sunday...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3595879904093665716</id><published>2011-10-03T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:06:19.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blogger....</title><content type='html'>If ain't broke, don't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love the new dashboard.&amp;nbsp; Not even&amp;nbsp;a little.&amp;nbsp; I'd actually already written a post for today, but because it didn't save, and for whatever reason disappeared on me -- I'm writing this little rant instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be using the new interface, except that I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to because I updated to IE9 and for whatever reason, the "publish" button on the old one - would no longer work. A "javascript" error.&amp;nbsp; Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that sites nowadays just don't leave good enough alone?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3595879904093665716?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3595879904093665716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3595879904093665716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3595879904093665716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3595879904093665716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-blogger.html' title='Dear Blogger....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8455555662980531433</id><published>2011-10-02T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:06:19.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Memories....may be beautiful, and yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;..whats too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's the laughter, we'll remember...whenever we remember, the way we were....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8455555662980531433?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8455555662980531433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8455555662980531433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8455555662980531433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8455555662980531433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/memoriesmay-be-beautiful-and-yet.html' title='Memories....may be beautiful, and yet...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2887787323171102165</id><published>2011-09-30T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:10:49.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><title type='text'>Goodnight sweetheart, well..it's time to go....</title><content type='html'>Though I'm not happy about it - not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;To quote Dustin Pedroia - "heartbroken" over the fact that the Skipper felt it's time to leave the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he could just take a few weeks off to cool down, rethink things and maybe change his mind; but it doesn't look like that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to leave the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's heartbroken - in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said - the club has become more reminiscent of the Yankees team that I'd write about over the last few years. Little to no team - just a bunch of overpaid players who believe their own press clippings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they all like that? Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;But is there a group that are? Hell yeah - and they made it abunduntly clear over the past season. The heart and soul that has always been the Red Sox was just not there this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is so very sad...on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;And it's trickling from the top down, with the departure of probably their best Manager in a long, long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2887787323171102165?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2887787323171102165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2887787323171102165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2887787323171102165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2887787323171102165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodnight-sweetheart-wellits-time-to-go.html' title='Goodnight sweetheart, well..it&apos;s time to go....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8604832443485397521</id><published>2011-09-29T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:59:40.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust....</title><content type='html'>So I went to bed at the rain delay and we were up by 1.&lt;br /&gt;I figured "eh, worse case scenario - it's a tie breaker tomorrow". I mean really now - the Yankees were up by 7.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when we awoke this morning to hear that the summer had ended for the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it ended like it started.&lt;br /&gt;Miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the issue as I see it. For one - we were paper tigers. That's not to say the talent wasn't there - because it was. But for the team to have been hailed as the second coming before the season even started was foolish. Between injuries and attitudes, one never knows what will happen to a team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly - there wasn't as much of a cohesion on this collection of players as there has been in the past. You could see it on the bench, you could hear it in the interviews - you could sense it in the lack of urgency in some of the players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Red Sox was the Yankees of a few years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's to blame?&lt;br /&gt;This girl doesn't feel it's the Manager's fault. Not even a little. Sure - he's a player's advocate but he's got the job of dealing with the hand he was dealt: injured players, lack of back up, underachieving superstars and some serious personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it falls square on the ownership and scouting management. This is just my humble opinion, but even I knew that they needed stronger pitching staff. At the end of last season we knew there was a need for starters because let's face it, Beckett has been hurt alot and Dice K is well, Dice K. And the best they could get us was Lackey? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I will not go on a rant about him because truly, 'tis not worth my time.... Buh, Bye.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the money on a left fielder, that's a question I'd like to know. I don't know who's "crush" Crawford was - but I do know that most of Theo's "crushes" are duds. Drew, DiceK, Renteiria - must I go on? And expensive ones at that. How's about that nice increase Crawford gets next year. It really doesn't matter that he didn't make that throw after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I was contemplating whether I thought anyone should "go" so to speak from the organization, players aside. Truthfully - the answer is no. I think it's a sin to look at Tito in a negative light, and not the right direction. And as far as Theo goes, well.... as someone else pointed out today -sure that might be the right person to point the finger to, but is there anyone better out there to replace him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8604832443485397521?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8604832443485397521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8604832443485397521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8604832443485397521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8604832443485397521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8816765747677874619</id><published>2011-09-28T20:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:35:22.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Heard station surfing this morning....</title><content type='html'>On Oldies 103.3 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(which, by the way - now it's quite sad that the songs they play are "oldies". This used to be the 50's and 60's station, the real oldies! Not late 70's and 80's!! But I digress...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "Love isn't always on time" - Toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Kiss 108 - "Mr Know it All". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Which I love, by the way....it sounds very reminiscent of her third album, stylistically. Must buy this cd...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Country KLB 102.5 - "Take another little piece of my heart" - Faith Hill.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;( Not my favorite version of this song, truth be told. I'm a Janis kinda gal...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Kiss 108 again - "Someone like you". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Needs no explanation. After hearing it, I had to turn to my CD player to play it not once, but twice afterwards.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, in between it all - WEEI sports talk which truthfully, I don't remember what they were discussing - I think it was a very confused phone caller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8816765747677874619?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8816765747677874619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8816765747677874619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8816765747677874619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8816765747677874619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/heard-on-station-surfing-this-morning.html' title='Heard station surfing this morning....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8822998601808688821</id><published>2011-09-26T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:00:05.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Things that make me go "hmmm?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. If you can dish it out - you've got to be able to take it back in.&lt;/strong&gt; That's something I never quite understand. If a person tends to be harsh on others, why do they get all sensitive when someone gives them an attitude in return? I mean come on - how much should a person take before defending themselves or getting pissy about it? Where exactly is the acceptable line for retaliation? Just a little something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Spitting is not an Olympic competition.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so last week I went to a portfolio tasting at the Seaport Hotel in Boston, and let me tell you - there were some people there who clearly felt that they were either a.) superior wine samplers or b.) reliving their childhood days. They weren't merely sipping and spitting...oh, no no. They were sipping, swirling like mouthwash and then standing waaay back from the spitoon &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(ugh, what an ugly word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and hurling their &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt; swill from almost 6 inches away!! There was this one guy who unfortunately was always seemingly ahead of us at the first few tables and not only did he think he was "the man"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (ugh, he almost looked proud afterwards..I think I'm nauseous just reliving it for the purpose of this post...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; seriously, I had to ask him if he could stop for a minute so I could dump out my glass. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I don't spit, I don't care - it's not lady like. I dump the remainder...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Listen guys, maybe you miss being 12 when spitting was "cool" - but at a wine tasting, no one is impressed. Oh, and the dribble of red wine on your chin that you didn't notice -- priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Facebook -- what the hell are you doing?&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I'm not a fan of the website as it is - but their latest changes are absolutely insane. Not only is there little to no ease of navigation, it's not incredibly intuituive - but really, I'm all set with seeing status updates of people I don't know via people I do know. And stop asking me if I want to be friends with different people because, no - I don't. I've been on this site for three years now, really - I'd like to dilute my list, not add to it! Truly if it wasn't for my family - I'd disable my account entirely. But I like the connectivity I have to my family out of state, and my cousins who I've reconnected with via the tool. I just wish it would stop trying to take over the world! No, I don't want you as my home page. No, I don't want you to constantly change my privacy settings - I don't want creepy people seeing my children and personal information. And no, I don't want you selling my data. I do want you to go back to what you were initially: a fun, website where family and friends can reconnect without any strings, security issues or privacy breaches. My personal page is locked down - if you don't know me - you can't see it. And I like it that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8822998601808688821?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8822998601808688821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8822998601808688821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8822998601808688821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8822998601808688821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-that-make-me-go-hmmm.html' title='Things that make me go &quot;hmmm?&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4609645005480098767</id><published>2011-09-24T09:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:44:12.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Hey there, hi there, ho there -you're as welcome as can be...</title><content type='html'>Today the people who are buying our house have their home inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should go well - there's really nothing wrong with the house outside of it definitely needing a paint job this coming Spring. So hopefully, after 4pm today we can breathe easy and start focusing on November 28th which is our scheduled closing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not sure if anyone's noticed but I've been less than gaga over my boy Jason these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Well, he still makes my heart pitter patter. I mean, you have eyes - just look at him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fiance and I are acquaintances of sorts via social media - and truthfully - I think she's adorable. Though I do sometimes feel that she can be "out there" a bit - he loves her, and what's wrong with that? She's certainly beautiful, and does lots of charity work and seems to be very kind - and she does make me laugh. She's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I like &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, it gave my gushing over him that sort of weird feeling -- as if I had a crush on a friend's husband and UGH - who would do that?!?!? Not this girl! That would just be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now... the crush, sadly - is over.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel the same about him anymore. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(No, it's not you...it's me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4609645005480098767?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4609645005480098767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4609645005480098767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4609645005480098767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4609645005480098767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-there-hi-there-ho-there-youre-as.html' title='Hey there, hi there, ho there -you&apos;re as welcome as can be...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1670390686402799414</id><published>2011-09-22T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:09:03.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind these hazel eyes...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I watched the Biography on Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, is he an amazingly beautiful looking person.&lt;br /&gt;And a fabulous actor, might I add.&lt;br /&gt;And while he tends to be consistent and true to himself, and I do really like him - I still have so much issue with how he ended his marriage to my girl Jennifer Aniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief sidenote about his current amour. Not only has he not done any films with a female co-star since "Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(he's hooked up with every female costar that he's had, is it any wonder why he hasn't done one since? Just sayin'...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I don't care how much she donates, how many children she adopts, or how many "save the world" trips she goes on - she is not a good person inside. Such a sin, for someone so beautiful on the outside, to clearly have a streak of ugly running through her. Guess that "sensitivity chip" isn't lost on just dear Brad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1670390686402799414?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1670390686402799414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1670390686402799414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1670390686402799414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1670390686402799414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/behind-these-hazel-eyes.html' title='Behind these hazel eyes...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5326095619835110329</id><published>2011-09-20T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:06:28.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Okay, so..now I'm excited.</title><content type='html'>We had our home inspection -- and we love the house even more now than we did before. There's just so much space, and functionality - more than we'd ever imagined. We were so very lucky to come upon this house, the timing was everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did some shopping for some of the decor things we're changing - little things that will make so much of a difference. I LOVE the light fixtures, and the new glass knobs for the kitchen cabinets &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(OMG, 65 knobs!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and the contrasting cups for the island. The fabulous pot rack to go over the island - and even the simplest of ceiling fans that will change the feel of each room. The dining room changelier is gorgeous - I love it. But we're changing the lampshades on it to something more...well, me. And the foyer chandelier is being changed as well to something again, much more my taste - more french country - and truly, better suited for the house as it is now, let alone once we're done decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedrooms - so pretty. The biggest change we're making to the house is to the master bath; for some reason it's carpeted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(ugh, seriously - whatever were they thinking?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so we're putting in new tile &amp;amp; a new vanity. But other than that - really, there's nothing to do but paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is beyond excited with all the little projects we'll have in the spring, and how much we can really enjoy the living space. His favorite room is the family room, and when I share pictures, you'll totally understand why. He's easy, he doesn't care much about decor - all he wants is his large screen and his recliner. Not tough to accomodate - and truly, this is the happiest I've seen him be about any house we've ever seen. And trust me, we've seen &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5326095619835110329?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5326095619835110329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5326095619835110329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5326095619835110329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5326095619835110329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/okay-sonow-im-excited.html' title='Okay, so..now I&apos;m excited.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-9146354011264081634</id><published>2011-09-17T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:00:10.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.....</title><content type='html'>And as a special gift.....we got an offer on our house today.&lt;br /&gt;With potentially another one coming in tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;And one - maybe two more showings tomorrow as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I can fully enjoy that we're moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe sooner than initially planned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-9146354011264081634?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9146354011264081634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=9146354011264081634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9146354011264081634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9146354011264081634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8752338926317245310</id><published>2011-09-14T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:33:56.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Just breathe....</title><content type='html'>Well, I'd breathe if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold has come on full force - and I swear to God few things irritate me more than not being able to breathe through my nose.  Especially when I'm baking oatmeal butterscotch cookies or peanutbutter cookies for the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me out of the blue and yup, it's a good one.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8752338926317245310?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8752338926317245310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8752338926317245310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8752338926317245310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8752338926317245310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-breathe.html' title='Just breathe....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-10064011565393823</id><published>2011-09-12T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:07:56.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>What's going on....hey, what's going on....</title><content type='html'>So, we put an offer on a house.....and it was accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On, or before 30 November - we will be moving.  And this is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much more of a house than we had ever imagined we'd be in. &lt;br /&gt;Good things come to those who wait?  I'd like to think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the town we live in...and surprisingly enough, the kids are not disappointed about moving to another town and school system.  My son even volunteered to switch schools which to me - was a shock.  I'd planned on keeping it very low key and commuting them, but now....life will be much easier on all of us.  And they are so excited too - they went to the open house with us, and they loved the house as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly 6.2 miles from my present house; the other house in the same town that we looked at on Friday night, interestingly enough - was 6.3 miles from my present house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it's almost the same distance apart, which truly makes the move seem that much less significant, in terms of keeping in touch with the kids' existing friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we did a little shopping for furniture, and my head was spinning.  I don't think we're going to have enough furniture to fill the place..... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-10064011565393823?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/10064011565393823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=10064011565393823&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/10064011565393823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/10064011565393823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-going-onhey-whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on....hey, what&apos;s going on....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8679564354725762244</id><published>2011-09-09T21:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:02:03.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostagia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><title type='text'>You just never know, and if you believe - there just may be angels watching over us....</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a relatively stressful week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a house we love.  I mean &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;..... &lt;br /&gt;And just as we were ready to put an offer on it --- another house became available for possibility.  A house that we'd been hoping to get into and see but for whatever reason, we weren't able to make happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as we were about to put an offer in on the house we love - the not so available one, well - became available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't make it easy for us to actually just look at it.  We had to jump through a few hoops - and hoops that were necessary anyway, if we were to put an offer on any house, truthfully. We just didn't know we'd need that quite so soon.  But, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're hopeful that the house we love accepts our offer - even though it will be a big transition for the family since it will be in a different town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is -- we now have a back up if they decline! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't see the week quite ending this way, since it definitely was rather stressful getting to this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny...when I was getting ready for work this morning, I was looking for a bracelet to match my outfit.  I came across a Chakra bracelet my mother made for me a few years back.  I haven't worn it, truthfully - since she passed away.  I used to wear it for luck; when we competed for our liquor license, when she went for her PTScan diagnosis, her funeral, etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I decided to wear it.  It's pretty, it's got 7 different colored crystals to represent each Chakra (Root, Sacral, Solar Plexus, Heart, Throat, Third Eye, &amp; Crown), along with two little charms that read: Love &amp; Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...just maybe....that has something to do with why my week ended up the way it did.  Maybe it was my Mother's connection to that bracelet that truly brought me "luck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, I'm glad that if nothing else - I had a piece of her with me today - and that in that small connection, she may have felt my energy and shared in the course of emotions I had today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8679564354725762244?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8679564354725762244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8679564354725762244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8679564354725762244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8679564354725762244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-just-never-know-and-if-you-believe.html' title='You just never know, and if you believe - there just may be angels watching over us....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8786118802463289889</id><published>2011-09-08T21:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:48:02.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one of those days..um, weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FdCNd4K3GWI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8786118802463289889?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8786118802463289889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8786118802463289889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8786118802463289889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8786118802463289889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-been-one-of-those-daysum-weeks.html' title='It&apos;s been one of those days..um, weeks.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FdCNd4K3GWI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4841931197016034737</id><published>2011-09-03T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:03:41.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a chill in the air....</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting outside on my deck enjoying a cup of coffee - and I'll tell you, it's pretty darn cool outside. But funny enough, there isn't that crisp smell of fall in the air just yet. It's still got a summerish smell, and unless you're a New Englander - you just may not understand what I'm describing. But trust me, I'm not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Labor Day weekend, officially the end of summer as it would be - so the change of the morning feel isn't really that out of line anyway. When it happens in August, that's one thing - but it seems like the weather patterns are becoming more of what I remember from when I was a child: snowier winters, rainier springs, really warm summers that last right until the first week of school which used to be after Labor Day - though here in the 'burbs, they start in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never really given much thought to what Labor Day was about. After doing a little Wikipedia research, it seems that there was a battle and some untimely deaths of laborers during a strike - and so to honor them, a federal holiday was declared in which we should honor those who labor for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet ironically enough, the holiday has become one of such that the only people who continue to work on those days are -- laborers. Maybe not manual laborers, but people who aren't in office jobs. Retail staff, Wait Staff/Cooks, Hotel Staff, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how holidays have changed and become so far removed from what they were supposed to be about in the first place. But I digress.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rack and stack of the weekend goes like this: Signing the kiddies up at the Y for swimming and basketball - and then off to peach picking we are going to go. Then tomorrow, we have a family BBQ and birthday parties; both my sister in law and my nephew are born on the same day so...celebrate we will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. Good times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4841931197016034737?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4841931197016034737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4841931197016034737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4841931197016034737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4841931197016034737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-chill-in-air.html' title='There&apos;s a chill in the air....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-458895311686566850</id><published>2011-09-01T21:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:34:25.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a crush on you.....</title><content type='html'>I have a new polish crush.&lt;br /&gt;Forget OPI.&lt;br /&gt;And even forget Essie -- which I do love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.zoya.com"&gt;Zoya&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The colors, are insane. Off the hook fabulous - even their sheers &amp;amp; pale colors have a vibrance to them that you just don't see anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing the shade &lt;a href="http://www.zoya.com/content/38/item/Zoya/Zoya-Nail-Polish-Rihana.html"&gt;Rihana&lt;/a&gt; - and I'm rough on my hands. Really rough because think about it - I'm constantly opening boxes of wine &amp;amp; beer - stocking, cleaning, etc. I got my nails done on Monday and not even a chip or fade has taken place yet. Unheard of!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their colors are so fantastic, that I'm even drawn to wearing colors that I would never in a million years typically consider because you know - I'm a grown up, and a business woman to boot - so funky isn't exactly my cup of tea. But just for funsies, I'd love love love to try some of these on for size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoya.com/content/38/item/Zoya/Nail-Polish-Zoya-Matte%20Nail%20Polish-Color-Pheobe-ZP558.html"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zoya.com/content/38/item/Zoya/Zoya-Nail-Polish-Laney.html"&gt;Laney&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.zoya.com/content/38/item/Zoya/Zoya-Nail-Polish-Adina.html"&gt;Adina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just have to live vicariously through Princess Petunia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-458895311686566850?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/458895311686566850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=458895311686566850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/458895311686566850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/458895311686566850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-got-crush-on-you.html' title='I&apos;ve got a crush on you.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4458059370351820456</id><published>2011-08-31T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:27:35.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what was i thinking??'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Never satisfied....</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I made an emotional and somewhat irrational because it was impulsive decision.&lt;br /&gt;I cut 14" off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't exactly my intention -- though I wasn't opposed to it happening either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;. A better style. My hair was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; long, and too long to wear down so I wanted to change. And knowing that I couldn't get into a stylist that I wanted to get to on such short notice, I went with a new stylist near the store. Great cut - but not what I asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I presented them with was this: If I was to keep my hair on the longer side and only take off a few inches - I wanted it all layered in the back - and layered around my face like I always do. If I was to go dramatically shorter - I wanted an above the shoulder bob cut, which would be something very fun and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got....was a shorter version of what I already had, just below my shoulder and all angled into my face. To say I don't love it - is probably an understatement. I mean, it's a nice cut - my angles are smoking, but the back is blunt and I feel like it's all disporpotioned. I almost feel like a Bichon Frise dog, with the round hair cut. I'm sure it's fine but the bottom line is that I didn't get what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was every hair stylists dream yesterday: a blank canvas, just waiting to be created into a masterpiece. And it's a little disappointing that I walked out with just a very short version of what I walked in with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sihqq0HmFq8/Tl7QgrHS85I/AAAAAAAAAt4/XnC9JsIekB4/s1600/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647180242516898706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sihqq0HmFq8/Tl7QgrHS85I/AAAAAAAAAt4/XnC9JsIekB4/s400/haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, what it is. And it will grow -- rather quickly, actually.&lt;br /&gt;And then....I can try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4458059370351820456?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4458059370351820456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4458059370351820456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4458059370351820456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4458059370351820456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/never-satisfied.html' title='Never satisfied....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sihqq0HmFq8/Tl7QgrHS85I/AAAAAAAAAt4/XnC9JsIekB4/s72-c/haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5269228120881936386</id><published>2011-08-27T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T17:47:48.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World...take two!</title><content type='html'>This afternoon Princess Petunia and I were playing "hair salon" with all of her Barbie dolls - and as I was restyling their already perfect hair, I found myself commenting on how beautiful their hair is - even when messy, and it triggered the memory of a post I wrote a few years back. Today is a perfectly apropos time to re-share it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further adieu, here's the post and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I was playing with my daughter and all of her Barbies. She's only 3.5 yrs old - and already has about 12 Barbie dolls. It's interesting, when I was young I might have only had one or two real Barbie dolls; they were very expensive and so I more often than not had the generic versions. But who knew, right? They're all perfect little people and I was just as thrilled with them as I was with any other trademark brand. But I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, we were playing Barbies with her Barbie Dream House - that ugh, takes up 3/4 of her room might I add. Which got me thinking as to all the different reasons why it would be fun to be a Barbie. I thought I'd share a few…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Barbie Dream House: &lt;/strong&gt;Um, hello - have you seen that thing? So not the Dream House from when I was a little girl. It's a flipping town house, and about the size of a real life one! The door bell rings, the stove works, the toilet flushes -- there's a washer and dryer in the unit! Three levels, and I'm sorry -- food! Wine glasses, cakes, pizza - just to name a few. And she's got a bedroom that is more like a boudoir with those really fun tuille canopies that ties off on each side. If only she had a good sound system with a little jazz playing and high definition television and an inground pool with an outdoor grill and fireplace it would be perfect! Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie's Vehicles:&lt;/strong&gt; Where else can a girl have a Pink Corvette, and still look hot? Between the Corvette, the Horse Drawn Carriage &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(because what, Barbie doesn't feel like a Princess every now and again??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the Hot Tub Barbie Bus&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (where she and all the other hot dolls get to hang out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the Beach Jammer, the Jammin' Jeep -- she has got it all. Who wouldn't be envious of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fashion Sense:&lt;/strong&gt; Barbie is the only girl that can wear teensy tiny short skirts - and not fear anyone calling her a tramp or any other negative name. And let's be honest, she looks adorable no matter what she wears! Barbie has the best girly clothes, the best workout gear, and hello -- her shoes are nothing short of spectacular. Her boots - to die for. And, it all fits her perfectly. Have you seen her hamstrings? She clearly is the more athletic Barbie of the Millenium than the skinny minnie dolls I grew up with ; sure they had a great chest, but really were lacking in the leg area. And let's be honest, a good pair of gams make any skirt and high boots look amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best hair...ever.&lt;/strong&gt; I finally figured out why Barbie looks good, no matter how ratty her hair gets after a child has gotten a hold of it. You can twist it, twirl it - cut it even - and she looks gorgeous. You know why? Barbie doesn't need bangs. Even when she has them - they're almost an accessory - she doesn’t need them. She's got a perfect little forehead which makes her hair look amazing no matter what funky hair style you give her. Which is quite a challenge for those of us who are, um....working with an eight-head instead of a forehead. Yes, I guess I am a little bitter about that one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken who?&lt;/strong&gt; Ken, schmen. Who needs 'em. Barbie is clearly entirely self sufficient, maintaining several positions as either a ballet teacher or dog walker - maybe even an early education teacher playing with Elmo. Which leaves her plenty of money and time to hang out with her friends -- go shopping, take yoga - do whatever. Without having to answer to anyone about anything! I bet you that at some point, Barbie is going to come out with her own line of adopted children! Angelina Jolie has been the pioneer in the world of adoption with out a Daddy - I can so see Barbie jumping on that bandwagon! She's high speed, low drag. When you're a girl that looks like Barbie, and has the attitude that Barbie has -- men just bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note…this very "un-Barbie" like real girl, is going to put some lip gloss on and prepare to go get herself a smoothie for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh but it's fun to dream….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5269228120881936386?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5269228120881936386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5269228120881936386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5269228120881936386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5269228120881936386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-barbie-girl-in-barbie-worldtake-two.html' title='I&apos;m a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World...take two!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5503432659000510915</id><published>2011-08-25T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:11:30.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silliness'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me...?</title><content type='html'>All day long people were in the store telling me how they were seeing other people in the bank all day withdrawing money from their account "in case" we get the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already some supermarkets have been emptied of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a hurricane only lasts a few hours anyway....not days. And I get that devastation left behind can be horrible, I'm certainly not downplaying the damage Mother Nature can cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, if we lived further south then it would be a different story. But up here in the North, storms fall apart long before they get to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're New Englanders -- we're hearty stock.&lt;br /&gt;What is up with all the hysteria?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5503432659000510915?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5503432659000510915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5503432659000510915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5503432659000510915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5503432659000510915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me...?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-373637553307649862</id><published>2011-08-24T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:09:18.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>Retail therapy does a girl some good....</title><content type='html'>Today, finally - after two long years - I made it back to Wrentham.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the angels sang as I turned off the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a mission - this wasn't a frivolous shopping excursion. I had definitive goals: shoes, sneakers, sweats &amp;amp; clothes for school. The kiddies go back on Tuesday - which is right around the corner, and so I wanted to be sure that they had a good base to go back with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they were done, I did pick G up a few shirts at Eddie Bauer.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Momma got a brand new bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ann Taylor and browsed, and browsed....I actually had a few hundred dollars in gift cards on me, and as much as I wanted that money to burn a hole in my pocket - I just couldn't! See, when I worked at an office I had to dress up all the time and so I had a need for new pretty clothes. But now..... well, the need for me to dress up is few and far between. It's more occasion driven now. I wear sweats and yoga clothes for my day to day at the store. I could wear nice jeans and shirts but not on days that I'm getting deliveries, which is 3-4 days a week typically; plus I can't wear heels any more unless they're wedges because I'm on my feet all day lifting cases and boxes, so....the days of my getting to look like a girl are fewer and further between. Well, a girly girl anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out I walked and yes, I was sad that I couldn't bring myself to spend money on things I didn't need. Isn't that what frivolous shopping is all about? This is what happens when you're just not a frivolous shopper. Who am I kidding - I'm not frivoulous about anything, I'm serious. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach was having this great sale; I went in just to browse but as I walked in, the sales girl shoved a "30% off" sale ticket in my hand. So as I'm looking - I wandered into the clearance section. I knew I needed a new wallet anyway, but imagine my surprise when I found a wallet that was on clearance AND I really liked it. Then even better, I found a purse that was also 50% off - and with the additional 30% - I ended up spending more than half of what typically one purse would cost! I tried finding a picture to link to but there are so many online and none of them seem to be exactly what I got. It's a brown signature cross body bag, with a poppy fabric strap and a poppy stripe on the bottom quarter. It's pretty....and though pink isn't usually my choice of color, there was something about it I liked. And the wallet is great, it's white and silver leather - no logo - which is nice because it's small and can go in any pocketbook without being "matchey matchey". I don't necessarily like that when it comes to purses and bags - I prefer classic versatility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I felt great when I left because I got something for everyone - and I didn't spend all my money -- and yet I got alot. I can't wait to put everything into the kids closets and get them all resorted and organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're having a hurricane this weekend- or so the rumor goes -- I think that is going to be my task at hand on Sunday. A nice cozy day in pajamas and getting the kids clothes all set and ready to start a new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile just thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-373637553307649862?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/373637553307649862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=373637553307649862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/373637553307649862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/373637553307649862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/retail-therapy-does-girl-some-good.html' title='Retail therapy does a girl some good....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5585433960158442228</id><published>2011-08-22T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:21:15.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Monday's Musings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Who gets mosquito bitten...in the face?!?!? &lt;/strong&gt;Um, yeah...that'd be me. Seriously! I have three huge welts on my face right now. We were at a friend's house for a Tastefully Simple party tonight - and we were doing a little wine tasting in their fabulous backyard - when clearly, the mosquitos in the area decided to be more like vampires than bugs. I feel like I'm a True Blood character, but I didn't get the opportunity to choose between good vampire or bad vampire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. New York was amazing.&lt;/strong&gt; Truly. We must've walked about 20 miles within 24 hours, between where we stayed in Carnegie Hill to all of Central Park, from the East Village and Chelsea to 5th Ave - we saw so much more than we expected to. We walked the &lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/attractions/search?q=High+Line%2c+New+York&amp;amp;qzattrid=w678842&amp;amp;qpvt=high+line+new+york&amp;amp;FORM=DTPATA"&gt;High Line &lt;/a&gt;which is a MUST see if you are ever there. This visit was definitely an education in greenspace in the concrete jungle and I loved it. I do think that I'd like for us to see about buying a small condo sometime so we always have a place to go and stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momofuku.com/restaurants/noodle-bar/menu/dinner/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momofuku Noodle Bar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rocks&lt;/strong&gt;. Kudos to the staff for their very creative menu, attentive staff and talented chefs that we had the pleasure of sitting in front of. By the way - the buns are &lt;em&gt;amazing.&lt;/em&gt; I haven't quite figured out the whole genre of the menu - it's almost Asian meets Indian meets Korean fusion; the person sitting next to me was eating this unbelievable Kimchee dish that someone had them custom create; I think the dish I had might have had Korean sausage actually -- I'm not sure. But whatever it was - it was fabulous, and a flavor profile that I haven't had before. I love creative and exciting cuisine and for what it was - this didn't disappoint. Actually - my expectations of a noodle bar were rather low, having not been before - so this was really a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I can't believe school starts next week!&lt;/strong&gt; And yet I'm stil so behind. I have to take the kids to get their school supplies and backpacks this week - which isn't that big of a deal really. I'm going to Wrentham this week &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(fingers crossed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to finish up their school clothes shopping and I can't wait. It's been a long, long, long time since the angels have sung to me as hit the city limit - and even though I'm not going shopping for me - I'm just going to be happy to be there. I love buying the kiddies clothes. It just makes me feel so happy.......they look cute and adorable, and I guess that just makes me feel good. Who knows what makes us Moms tick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5585433960158442228?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5585433960158442228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5585433960158442228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5585433960158442228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5585433960158442228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/mondays-musings.html' title='Monday&apos;s Musings....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1379058665728513181</id><published>2011-08-19T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:50:09.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca...</title><content type='html'>Some folks like to get away&lt;br /&gt;Take a holiday from the neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;Hop a flight to Miami Beach&lt;br /&gt;Or to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taking a Greyhound&lt;br /&gt;On the Hudson River Line&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a New York state of mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen all the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;In their fancy cars and their limousines&lt;br /&gt;Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I'm needing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to waste more time&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a New York state of mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy living day by day&lt;br /&gt;Out of touch with the rhythm and blues&lt;br /&gt;But now I need a little give and take&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times, The Daily News &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to reality&lt;br /&gt;And it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any reasons&lt;br /&gt;I've left them all behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a New York state of mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy living day by day&lt;br /&gt;Out of touch with the rhythm and blues&lt;br /&gt;But now I need a little give and take&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times, The Daily News &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to reality&lt;br /&gt;And it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any reasons&lt;br /&gt;I've left them all behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a New York state of mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River Line&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1379058665728513181?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-998334917574736413</id><published>2011-08-16T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:47:57.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>You're not the boss of me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n., pl., -lies. , v. -ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A person who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.a blustering, quarrelsome, overbearing person who habitually badgers and intimidates smaller or weaker people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bullying is abusive treatment, the use of force or coercion to affect others,[2] particularly when habitual and involving an imbalance of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-998334917574736413?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/998334917574736413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=998334917574736413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/998334917574736413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/998334917574736413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-not-boss-of-me-now.html' title='You&apos;re not the boss of me now...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-9051542615291795590</id><published>2011-08-15T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:08:56.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>In my daughter's eyes...</title><content type='html'>Some people have a gift for art.&lt;br /&gt;A knack for creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Petunia -- she has it. &lt;br /&gt;Now while tonight's events aren't artistically driven - they are pretty darn well thought out and creative for a 7 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She announced tonight that she has come up with a week's worth of activities for us, and it started this evening with "Glow in the Dark Dance Party". She found all these toys that light up and glow - right down to sneakers that glow that she can use as tamborines - and we danced to the latest hits on Kiss 108. She made a snack mix for us all - and brought us appropriate drinks should we get thirsty. Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Let's back up a bit. Before she announced what the event was, she changed her outfit - put on a black glove with cut off fingers, and had me curl her hair - but ONLY specific pieces. She then put on her most favorite hat and then said she "felt like a pretty girl". I'm so loving my tomboy turning girly girl. Back to the story....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is Game Night. Pictionary is on tap for apres dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is Pajama Movie Night - complete with bowls of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what the following night is but I'm sure she's got it covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Miss Petunia what made her decide to come up with this fun little week long event and she said "I just wanted quality family time". Did I want to bite her cheeks right there and then?? Yes I did. Loved the answer. Loved it! I never in a million years would've expected her to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we don't try to instill that into the kids, but because -well, they typically don't regurgitate our words so much at this stage any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-9051542615291795590?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9051542615291795590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=9051542615291795590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9051542615291795590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9051542615291795590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-my-daughters-eyes.html' title='In my daughter&apos;s eyes...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8806705871960595283</id><published>2011-08-12T18:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:42:40.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>Friday night lights....</title><content type='html'>dusky sky. fresh basil. citronella. laughter in the background. crisp, cold water. beginning of crickets chirping. wet cold puppy dog nose. red wine with hints of vanilla. turquoise &amp;amp; yellow accessories. tomato plants blooming with fruit. contentment and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8806705871960595283?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8806705871960595283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8806705871960595283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8806705871960595283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8806705871960595283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday night lights....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-831983050024889619</id><published>2011-08-11T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:52:13.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Things that make you go "hmmm...?"</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not going to lie - I feel like I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in the a.m., I might have a fabulous idea on what to do a blog post on...and then by night time when I actually stop to write it, I can't for the life of me remember what it might have been.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just going to rant today on a variety of topics, but mostly the same ol' same ol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Hate that I haven't been working out.&lt;/strong&gt; At all. Not even a little. HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Irritated that the people we're dealing with on trying to hammer out a lease negotiation on a new store in Boston are just drama filled and ridiculous.&lt;/strong&gt; It's causing so much tension and friction. Completely unnecessarily, might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Very excited...&lt;/strong&gt; to be visiting NYC in the immediate future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Saw the "Smurfs" movie with Princess Petunia, which was probably the last kid's movie I'd ever want to see;&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't like them when I was a kid - but I have to tell you, it wasn't all that bad. Even I was singing their "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaaaaa" by the night's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I made a Lime &amp;amp; Cilantro Corn Chowder tonight&lt;/strong&gt;...and I'm not going to lie - it was rock the house good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Beyond irritated that we haven't sold our house&lt;/strong&gt; - but even more irritated that now the house that we really wanted previously and then fell apart - G wants again. I can't keep up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I think I've become a Nag Champa addict.&lt;/strong&gt; Truth that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Not only do I need to work out to get back into shape - I really need to find center again.&lt;/strong&gt; There's a certain clarity that yoga provides, that if you never practiced- you won't understand. It's amazing how things won't irritate you as much and perspective is better held. I definitely feel as if I need to find ME again. I'm feeling a little, underwhelmed with myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Music is not finding me these days. &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know why? I think because I used to love to go to Newbury Comics at lunch and find myself a hidden gem acoustic artist; and now, I don't leave the store so much -- I don't have that need to "escape" really, and it sort of bums me out that I'm not jazzed on any one special. Adele was my latest/greatest - but I need to find someone else to feel my soul with. Suggestions on who to try - lay them on me, I'm all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Despite all my grumblings tonight.....&lt;/strong&gt;life is but a dream - and if you don't have any, you won't aspire to anything. Keep reaching, aiming and soaring. If life hands you lemons - you have to make lemonade. Sure it sounds kitchy, but it's true. And I'm living proof.... if you believe in yourself, others will believe in you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-831983050024889619?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/831983050024889619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=831983050024889619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/831983050024889619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/831983050024889619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-make-you-go-hmmm.html' title='Things that make you go &quot;hmmm...?&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-6205219031710563588</id><published>2011-08-05T18:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:35:51.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>It's cheap Chinese &amp; Chardonnay....</title><content type='html'>So how are you celebrating the beginning of the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is having cheap chinese food &amp; a not overly impressive Chardonnay.  It was going to be an expensive Chardonnay but I ended up going with one that's less expensive - but unfortunately, entirely unimpressive.  Disappointing is truly a better descriptor.  Note to self -- do not bring this one in to sell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have another family party tomorrow, which is always a fun thing to have. It's so much fun to get together and have a good time, and it definitely makes for a fun weekend.  Sometimes. it's lousy when you have something every single weekend - but this summer it doesn't feel like much of a pressure cooker, it's just fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe school is now less than a month away!  This weekend I've got to take the kiddies to get their new backpacks and school supplies before the mad rush is on with all the stores.  Last year I waited until the big sales and trust me - it was so not worth it!  So if I have to pay a little more now to avoid mayhem later, it will be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all this girl has got for today.... I hope you have a fantastic weekend, and whatever you do - I hope it's filled with laughter, and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-6205219031710563588?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6205219031710563588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=6205219031710563588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6205219031710563588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6205219031710563588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-cheap-chinese-chardonnay.html' title='It&apos;s cheap Chinese &amp; Chardonnay....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3926925971196758732</id><published>2011-08-04T20:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:04:05.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it just takes somethings that are fresh - to make you feel good.</title><content type='html'>Tonight was one of those nights that I just loved what I made for dinner.  It was simple actually - breakfast, of sorts - but sometimes that's the best dinner to be had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a fritatta with farm fresh eggs I got at the Farmer's Market today, and I added red peppers, mushrooms, chicken &amp; apple sausage, onions &amp; cheese.  I made a simple salad with butter lettuce and cherry tomatoes, and I drizzled this really delicious Honey &amp; Lavendar vinagrette that I also got at the market today.  I made bacon and a small steak - and paired it all with a light white blend - and voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was light, and simple and really very summery.   Perfect for a night like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit outside listening to my neighbor's dog bark incessantly because no one is home and he wants so badly to get in - and despite the fact that my company at dinner was less than enjoyable tonight -- it's a pretty good night, and it all started with a super fresh dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3926925971196758732?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3926925971196758732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3926925971196758732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3926925971196758732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3926925971196758732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/tonight-was-one-of-those-nights-that-i.html' title='Sometimes it just takes somethings that are fresh - to make you feel good.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2442765452774066196</id><published>2011-08-03T19:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:00:56.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criminals'/><title type='text'>I get a little sicker each time.....</title><content type='html'>There has been such a rash of parents absolutely abusing their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in Boston, was arrested for hitting her 1 year old child so hard he bled from his mouth.  Prior to hitting him, she actually called him a racial slur!  Are you kidding me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Celina Cass...who you know passed at the hands of her stepfather.  Clearly the state is being quiet about their information so that they don't jeopardize the case.  Trust me - the story will come out on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the father in Malden who slammed with brute force his 7 week old infant onto the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the father in Boston who also slammed his 3 week old infant to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the justice system when we need it...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2442765452774066196?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2442765452774066196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2442765452774066196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2442765452774066196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2442765452774066196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-get-little-sicker-each-time.html' title='I get a little sicker each time.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8937375401032123044</id><published>2011-08-02T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:44:16.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I heard them ringing the bells in heaven and hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; width: 400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="334"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkWVy1iwLO4?fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkWVy1iwLO4?fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="334"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/patty+griffin/"&gt;Patty Griffin lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/patty+griffin/forgiveness_20105322.html"&gt;Forgiveness lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8937375401032123044?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8937375401032123044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8937375401032123044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8937375401032123044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8937375401032123044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-heard-them-ringing-bells-in-heaven.html' title='I heard them ringing the bells in heaven and hell...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-712953685791346026</id><published>2011-08-02T07:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:53:41.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Wide open spaces....</title><content type='html'>So, recently I've complained about not having an outdoor space to enjoy because I don't have much of a yard to speak of; I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have a deck, however we have never, ever utilized it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this as I sit on my deck, enjoying the view from my screened gazebo.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a difference an iron structure and some mosquito netting makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father helped me put it up on Sunday -- and thankfully he was here to help me because it took the two of us 2 hours; it would've taken me an endless amount of time I'm sure.  And then I went to Lowes and bought some plants, a table &amp; chairs, flowers for my deck planters - and voila!  Instant outdoor seating area that I can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how suddenly the yard doesn't seem quite so small. I don't know if it's because we're not just sitting outside exposed on a deck and more enclosed so it gives a feeling of being in a room - and overlooking the yard rather than being within it.  I can't really explain it, but whatever it is - it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even crazier is that I think it gives a better appeal to the back area when showing the house.  Yes, we're still selling - and still looking.  But in the meantime, while I'm here, I'm going to enjoy my new outdoor space.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-712953685791346026?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/712953685791346026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=712953685791346026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/712953685791346026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/712953685791346026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wide-open-spaces.html' title='Wide open spaces....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-591288102237946358</id><published>2011-07-28T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:17:52.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>Lyrically speaking, of course....</title><content type='html'>Made a wrong turn, Once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Dug my way out, Blood and fire&lt;br /&gt;Bad decisions, That's alright&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my silly life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Mistaken, Always second guessing&lt;br /&gt;Under estimated, &lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm still around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-591288102237946358?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/591288102237946358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=591288102237946358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/591288102237946358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/591288102237946358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyrically-speaking-of-course.html' title='Lyrically speaking, of course....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-8269571296397691640</id><published>2011-07-27T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:43:27.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Music keeps me snapping my fingers, music keeps me tapping my toes....</title><content type='html'>So the latest song that makes me sing out loud -- really loudly -- when I'm driving, is Lada Gaga's "Edge of Glory". How this song doesn't just make everyone want to get up and belt it out - is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QeWBS0JBNzQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really interesting that a columnist from the Boston Herald said that when Amy Winehouse died, we lost "one of the greatest voices of this generation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, don't get me wrong - I enjoyed Amy Winehouse. Stylistically, she was great - and she was talented. I think what the person should've printed was that when she died, we lost one of the most promising artists, or one with great potential. But seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this person not heard of Adele, Mariah Carey, Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson. Literally, amazingly talented voices of this generation. If it was the figurative sense of the word, then please - we don't need a heroin addicted and defiant voice for anyone's generation. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-8269571296397691640?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8269571296397691640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=8269571296397691640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8269571296397691640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/8269571296397691640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/music-keeps-me-snapping-my-fingers.html' title='Music keeps me snapping my fingers, music keeps me tapping my toes....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QeWBS0JBNzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2390508892985474334</id><published>2011-07-26T22:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:51:59.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking into spiderwebs....</title><content type='html'>I know, I know - it's been a long time since I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;But it's summer, and I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a little catch up on what's been roaming around this girl's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Namaste.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm beyond excited that my local yoga studio has added more classes so I can take yoga Monday through Friday now. I'm starting on Monday - and I have to say, I've taken this whole summer vacation thing really seriously - though not with doing anything per se. I've been eating like there's no tomorrow and doing zero in the exercise aspect. No yoga, no running, nada. I can't take it after work so it has to be in the morning and now that there's classes 5 days a week - it allows for me to have no excuse if I miss a class -- I won't have to wait three days before the next one comes around. I've got to get into form because at the end of August is the Annual 108 Suns for the Jimmy Fund that I participate in each year and I want to be sure that I'm rip roaring and ready to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I'm trying something new:&lt;/strong&gt; Natural Nails. So, I've had acrylic nails for years now. But after being so frustrated because the nail tech I go to makes them look good - they break constantly. Constantly. And that shouldn't really be happening. So, I took them off and now I'm trying to grow my own nails. It sure feels good, but I'm not loving the look truthfully. I guess in a few weeks I can do a French Manicure once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you ready for some football?&lt;/strong&gt; So, I'm psyched that the lockout is over. But truthfully, given the things they agreed on - it almost seems like this was all just a big waste of time. Really picky une things and not a whole heck of a lot changed. Wasted time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Nothing new on the house front.&lt;/strong&gt; So frustrating. We've raised our price point but there's nothing available where we live right now. And there are some beautiful homes in other communities but we're not looking at them actively right now because we don't want the kids to change school systems after the school year starts. If nothing comes up this season, we'll wait until Spring. Such a bummer though.... such a bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2390508892985474334?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2390508892985474334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2390508892985474334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2390508892985474334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2390508892985474334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorry-im-not-home-right-now-im-walking.html' title='Sorry I&apos;m not home right now I&apos;m walking into spiderwebs....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4378983830853353224</id><published>2011-07-21T07:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:25:00.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure it might be a heatwave....</title><content type='html'>But I'm still burning my Pumpkin candles and using Cinnamon &amp;amp; Sugar Febreze.&lt;br /&gt;Because those are the smells of home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just how I roll....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4378983830853353224?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4378983830853353224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4378983830853353224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4378983830853353224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4378983830853353224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/sure-it-might-be-heatwave.html' title='Sure it might be a heatwave....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3515319015700727789</id><published>2011-07-19T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:14:00.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess Petunia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seven years ago today, my Princess Petunia brightened my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZ5FJNgc94/TiY3AOpgdCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/dDVRSs3iCRU/s1600/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631248861145101346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZ5FJNgc94/TiY3AOpgdCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/dDVRSs3iCRU/s400/DSCN0955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's fiesty, and fiery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sassy &amp;amp; Sensitive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artistic &amp;amp; Creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witty,Thoughtful &amp;amp; Bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is my constant growth - as she is always challenging me to be a better parent. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Code for she is totally giving me a run for my money!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She is going to go far in life -- she's strong willed, comfortable in her own skin and doesn't put up with anyone's crap. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Being the only granddaughter out of 8, she didn't have much choice. She'd have no one to play with otherwise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the one &amp;amp; only Princess Petunia Mini Marshmellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm so very glad that she's mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3515319015700727789?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3515319015700727789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3515319015700727789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3515319015700727789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3515319015700727789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-princess-petunia.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess Petunia....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZ5FJNgc94/TiY3AOpgdCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/dDVRSs3iCRU/s72-c/DSCN0955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-6279311183218695662</id><published>2011-07-17T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:06:08.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I had the time of my life.....</title><content type='html'>So while the vacation I was just on was not exotic....it was definitely relaxing. I can't remember the last time I ever wasn't on a schedule - and that in of itself was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G actually relaxed which was something I don't think I've seen in years....we had no concept of what time of day it was outside of watching the sun in the sky. Great company, good food, fabulous weather, and a perfect seascape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the photo in my previous post actually shows the house we stayed in! Who knew?? It was a random photo of the beach we were at, and yet in retrospect, two of the three houses we were in is in it. How were we in multiple houses you ask? Well, it was a group vacation. Three families, three houses - one beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times....good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-6279311183218695662?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6279311183218695662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=6279311183218695662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6279311183218695662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6279311183218695662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-had-time-of-my-life.html' title='I had the time of my life.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-9214222568200755622</id><published>2011-07-08T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:36:33.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Well East Coast girls are hip - I really dig those styles they wear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID24472/images/P1010413_scale_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 590px; HEIGHT: 443px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID24472/images/P1010413_scale_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beachin' it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the Weather Gods be with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-9214222568200755622?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9214222568200755622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=9214222568200755622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9214222568200755622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9214222568200755622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-east-coast-girls-are-hip-i-really.html' title='Well East Coast girls are hip - I really dig those styles they wear...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3113250739753181000</id><published>2011-07-07T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:30:33.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criminals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>So very sad...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm hoping that this will be my last post on Casey Anthony for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see that she wasn't able to leave jail today; it was a tiny battle victory in a war that has been lost. I know that a week from now she will be free, but it still was a good thing to see her reaction when she realized she wasn't going anywhere today. It was just a tiny pop in her balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sad about the way people are villianizing her family; first of all - show me a family that isn't "dysfunctional" and I'll show you a group of mannequins. Every family has their dynamics and histories and behaviours that aren't perfect, and to tear this family apart because they're under scrutiny in the worst of situations - I think is just horrible. To hear stories that her parents might have not been very kind to her after Caylee was born - well, wouldn't most parents be irritated with their child who doesn't work and relies on them to take care of her and a baby? I'm thinking there might be some resentment there.... not so "dysfunctional" - at least no more so than a family thinking that it's perfectly okay to just coast through life. Or thinking it's okay to steal hundreds of checks and thousands of dollars from family members and friends. All this time I was thinking that they were too nice to her, and in reality maybe they were trying tough love - and that's what made her spiteful and take Caylee away. I don't mean killing her - I mean taking her from the house which is what triggered all of this anyway. Doesn't anyone remember that Casey left the house a month previously with Caylee and refused to let her mother see her? Does anyone remember that Cindy begged her to leave Caylee with her so she could go do her own thing when she wanted to? I wish the Prosecution focused more on the dynamic between Casey &amp;amp; Cindy in the parenting aspect -rather than just physical evidence - and maybe it would've painted a more rounded picture of the volatile personality that the jurors were dealing with. It was more than just Casey's relationship with Caylee; it was Casey's relationship with everyone - and how she manipulated, controlled and lied. That is the underlying path in this poor girl's death - accidental or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so sad that post verdict jurors have come out and said they know she's guilty but didn't feel that without knowing "how" she died, they could convict her. I'm sorry but you can't play Monday morning quarterback now. Listen, I've said it before - and I'll say it again. Does it matter if they're shot, stabbed or suffocated? Bottom line is a person is dead that clearly isn't natural causes with evidence to support it. How can that be ignored? I've never heard of so many people discussing Double Jeopardy as much as they are with this case. So many people feel that this wasn't the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the bottom line is that I'm just so sad about this in general. I'm not irate; I'm not irrational about it. I just find it so&lt;em&gt; sad&lt;/em&gt; that a jury completely disregarded physical evidence seconded by corroborating circumstantial evidence - and went with a theory that had zero evidence, admittedly. And yet, their decision will stand because that is our justice system. Even if her death was initially accidental, no matter what the means - the actions that followed were anything but accidental, and aggravated manslaughter should've been the verdict. And ask yourself this jurors: Why wasn't 911 called?? Because it wasn't an accident.... at least not the accident you'd like to think it was. It was accidental overdose by chloroform which she &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; she would have to explain.... the duct tape and what not - I'm sure that was initially to make it look like a kidnapping. Truly, Casey's not that tough to figure out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my humble opinion.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3113250739753181000?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3113250739753181000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3113250739753181000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3113250739753181000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3113250739753181000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-very-sad.html' title='So very sad...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-7870207669282299053</id><published>2011-07-06T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:10:55.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criminals'/><title type='text'>The aftermath....</title><content type='html'>So, of course it's almost impossible to have the television on and not hear about Caylee Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disturbs me most is that the jury completely disregarded all the evidence and clearly had their minds made up prior to deliberation. One alternate juror even came out and said that he knows something happened to Caylee and that they chose not to convict because "the family is dysfunctional and knows more than they're letting on.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What family isn't dysfunctional at some level?&lt;br /&gt;and 2. Of course they KNEW Casey did it....we ALL know it -- its just none of us can know exactly what happened. Of course her parents knew - they did all that they could to get it out of her. They cried, they begged, they bribed, they threatened. But they didn't cover it up for her -and for the jury to NOT convict based strictly on the fact that they feel the family is involved when there is zero evidence to point to that - is a complete and total miscarriage of justice. That is not bravery from the jury -- it's laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no justice for Caylee, I don't see how. And it's absolutely gutwrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine sent the following to me. She saw it on Facebook today and doesn't know if the person wrote it themselves or copied &amp;amp; pasted it. But either way - it's worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dear Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;I see you smile down there below, why are those tears of joy you show? I'm glad you're happy, although you lied, I'd still love to be smiling right by your side. Tell my grandparents I send my love. It's beautiful here, that's all I can say. I'm happy your life will go on without me in your way. I'm glad you get to walk free. Just remember sooner or later, there will be justice for me.&lt;br /&gt;Love Caylee ♥♥♥ "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-7870207669282299053?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7870207669282299053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=7870207669282299053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7870207669282299053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/7870207669282299053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5988442240634484581</id><published>2011-07-05T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:44:14.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criminals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Disgusted.  Disturbed.  Disheartened. Disbelief....</title><content type='html'>It is an incredible travesty of justice that Casey Anthony was acquitted today on all charges related to the disappearance and obvious murder of her daughter Caylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this trial and I'm sorry - reasonable doubt was not presented; irrational, unexplained and desperate doubts were presented. But reasonable? No, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a jury of MY peers that acquitted this girl; and if it was a jury of HER peers, then I pity the state of Florida and those who live within it. It speaks volumes about what you can and can not do regarding your children, or other people for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did not believe a Murder One, Death Penalty award was going to be given - I believed for sure that a lesser charge would. And yet this girl has been cleared on everything except for lying to police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, clearly in the state of Florida it's okay to have a dead body in your car for weeks on end and then deny that it was ever there - even with DNA evidence. I don't care if there is no cause of death proved because when it comes two a 2 year old child - there doesn't need to be cause because the mere fact that she's dead shows that there is some semblence of unnatural occurance that happened. If it's an accident - then you don't lie about it; and you also don't drag everyone else into it either. If it's an accident - then you state that, and that scenario only. You don't come up with various possibilities. Two year olds don't die of natural causes; so whether it's shooting, neckbreaking, or chloroform poisioning - is irrelevant. The fact you have a dead body that no one other than the Mother has access to - speaks volumes. And with DNA in the car, multiple lies and basically NO information other than misinformation with intent to mislead -- who else do you look to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very sad day in the justice system; a very sad day for the Anthony family who I think is disgusted that Caylee has received no justice -- and a very sad day for this girl, who was so emotionally invested into this case. I don't know how the State of Florida couldn't have slammed this case shut -- but I'm so very dissapointed that they weren't able to make any of the charges on the table stick. There was NO justice for this beautiful little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shocking, and sad. And it's going to take quite a long time for me to get over this case....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5988442240634484581?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5988442240634484581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5988442240634484581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5988442240634484581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5988442240634484581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/disgusted-disturbed-disheartened.html' title='Disgusted.  Disturbed.  Disheartened. Disbelief....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-585268539888354883</id><published>2011-07-04T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T10:44:13.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Oh say can you see....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ipad-wallpapers.us/bgs/usa-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ipad-wallpapers.us/bgs/usa-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O'er the land of the free....and the home of the brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 4th of July!&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-585268539888354883?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/585268539888354883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=585268539888354883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/585268539888354883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/585268539888354883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-say-can-you-see.html' title='Oh say can you see....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-6628197840033944214</id><published>2011-07-02T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:24:36.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Saturday Survey:  Revisited</title><content type='html'>It's the 4th of July holiday weekend, and I am really excited to enjoy this nice weather we're finally having. This is the first long weekend that we've actually got the opportunity to have a few plans going; typically I don't know what we're going to do and we end up winging it. Today, the kiddies and I are going to our town's Family Day - complete with carnivals &amp;amp; fireworks. Tonight my son is having a friend sleepover - and then tomorrow we're going to a family BBQ. Tomorrow night - more fireworks, and then on the 4th - another family BBQ and more fireworks. Nothing is more fun on a hot summer night, then a good round of fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an effort to stay true to my Saturday posting of surveys - here is today's random things that you may or may not already know - or wanted to know - about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/strong&gt; - Neither. I don't like tonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regular pool or heated pool?&lt;/strong&gt; - I'd take either. I just want a flipping pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot tea or ice tea?&lt;/strong&gt; - Hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunflower or daisy?&lt;/strong&gt; - Sunflower. Especially the bright red ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red rose or pink rose?&lt;/strong&gt; - Pink Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salt or pepper?&lt;/strong&gt; - Salt. Preferably sea salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red or Green Apple?&lt;/strong&gt; - Green Apple, but of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red or Blue?&lt;/strong&gt; - Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas or Thanksgiving?&lt;/strong&gt; - Christmas. No better time of year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink or Green?&lt;/strong&gt; - Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamburger or Hotdogs?&lt;/strong&gt; - Hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music or Movies?&lt;/strong&gt; - Music... words and music, words and music.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven or hell?&lt;/strong&gt; - Heaven. That's a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comedy or horror?&lt;/strong&gt; - I hate horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aol or aim?&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't use either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ipod or mp3?&lt;/strong&gt; - MP3 all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purse or backpack?&lt;/strong&gt; - Purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parision or Sears?&lt;/strong&gt; - Don't know what Parision is, but I've seen the softer side of Sears - and liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris or France?&lt;/strong&gt; - Hello, but isn't Paris in France...? I'd say all of France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milky Way or Sneakers?&lt;/strong&gt; - Um, I think they meant "Snickers." Milky way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla or Chocoloate?&lt;/strong&gt; - The person who created this survey can't spell, clearly. Vanilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone or Internet?&lt;/strong&gt; - Nothing beats a good phone conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steak or Shrimp?&lt;/strong&gt; - That's a tough one. Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School or Work?&lt;/strong&gt; - My school days are over kiddies.... it's all about work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-6628197840033944214?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6628197840033944214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=6628197840033944214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6628197840033944214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6628197840033944214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-survey-revisited.html' title='Saturday Survey:  Revisited'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3864766539851040235</id><published>2011-06-29T18:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:16:21.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Letters from a Nut....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(And this time, I'm not referencing the book. Hang tight kids, there's a rant and roll coming on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dear Jose Baez:&lt;/strong&gt; How can you live with yourself? How do you sleep at night? I'm almost physically nauseous watching the daily play by play soap opera of this trial. I get that you're supposed to plant "reasonable doubt" in the minds of the jury - but I just don't know how you can in good conscience do all that you can to let that horror of a human being get away with murder of her own child. Who does that?!? I mean, try insanity or some semblence of compassion plea -- but &lt;em&gt;innocence&lt;/em&gt;?? No matter who you try to point the finger on -- George Anthony, Roy Kronk, the Mailman - the bottom line is we all know that she did it. You can't disguise the fact that for 31 days that girl partied like it was 1999 and never once expressed concern for her daughter. You can't hide that she lied, stole &amp;amp; betrayed every person she's ever known. There's no denying that even ocne she admitted that her daughter was "missing" - she never once asked for help in finding her, in fact it was the exact opposite. She's knowingly and willingly destroying her family by accusing her father &amp;amp; brother of sexual assualt - yet never once was that ever mentioned previously. Her poor parents are being dragged through the mud and yet you capitalize on what her parents have for their child - that she herself didn't have for her own - and that's unconditional love. These poor people are placing themselves in contempt by lying on the stand about Google searches; and we can relate to that because we can understand that undying passion and protection a parent feels for their child. A love so strong that they would lie under oath - or die to protect them. And yet you expect us to feel compassion for a girl who's displayed the very opposite of that. No, I'm afraid not Mr. Baez. You must not have children, because I find it hard to believe that you could ever, ever, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; defend and plead &lt;em&gt;innocence&lt;/em&gt; with a client such as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Little People I share a House With:&lt;/strong&gt; Please, please, please can't we just get along? You guys are supposed to love each other - not tear each other apart! I get that your siblings, but seriously. I'm about ready to tear you apart myself! I don't know what I was thinking when I thought &lt;em&gt;"Oh, a boy and girl - that will be so much easier than two boys or two girls".&lt;/em&gt; Seriously, I had no idea. I'm begging you... please, love &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt; each other. Respect yourselves.... or you are going to be grounded for life. LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3864766539851040235?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3864766539851040235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3864766539851040235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3864766539851040235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3864766539851040235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/letters-from-nut.html' title='Letters from a Nut....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5124388701979965655</id><published>2011-06-28T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:40:31.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Everything's coming up Roses....</title><content type='html'>Or otherwise known as "when life hands you lemons you make lemonade...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the house front....we haven't found anything yet.  But, that just means the right house is waiting to be found, right? The good news is that we've changed our price point a little bit....so while inventory is fewer between at the new price, the houses themselves are more what we're looking for.  It's unfortunate that the house we loved didn't work out, but you know - everything happens for a reason.  And we were fighting too hard for it....it just didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the family front - life is good, everyone is happy - and there's a fun family vacation coming up in the near future to a fabulous beach in Maine.  Really, really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so incredibly blah and fat.  There I said it - fat.  Now, am I really overweight - nah.  Am I really out of shape and eating whatever I want and whenever I want it?  Oh yes... I'm in a rut right now - I can't seem to find the time for ME.  I'm either working or with the kids. And if I do take off during the day - it's hard because there aren't classes that I can take during the day.  They're either morning or night.  Unless I run...then I can do that in the morning.  I just need to find time for ME.  Even if it's just an hour.  I think I need to get back to when I first started taking yoga and going to night classes. If that's what it takes for me to get an hour of time to myself without feeling like I'm rushing, then that's what I'll do.  I havcn't run since May, and haven't been to yoga since March and this girl is sorely in need of some center and balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.  Life is pretty status quo right now.  I've got lots of potential rants regarding Whitey &amp; Casey Anthony but I'm just not up for them at the moment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5124388701979965655?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5124388701979965655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5124388701979965655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5124388701979965655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5124388701979965655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/everythings-coming-up-roses.html' title='Everything&apos;s coming up Roses....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1687431867065665637</id><published>2011-06-24T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:47:21.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Just sayin'....</title><content type='html'>My curfew was the street lights. My parents didn't call my cell, they yelled my name. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what mom cooked, then I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I road a bike without a helmet. Getting dirty was ok, and neighbors cared as much as your parents did. I drank from a garden hose and survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1687431867065665637?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1687431867065665637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1687431867065665637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1687431867065665637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1687431867065665637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-sayin.html' title='Just sayin&apos;....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4296302524633846977</id><published>2011-06-23T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:10:16.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Interjections show excitement, and emotion....</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAgh.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, AAAAAAAAAAAAgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the house saga goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we look at a house that is a complete construction buildout; the owners started but never completed so there's a huge house just waiting to be made.  And it already has an inground pool - and it's in our town, the right district of school, and last night G &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to have it.  &lt;em&gt;Had&lt;/em&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we looked at it again with my MIL who is a General Contractor &amp; Construction Project Manager to give us a realistic cost estimate and perspective on the house.  Two thumbs up - which is great.  But a challenge we face is that G doesn't have much vision to imagine what it will look like done - so I can't get a straight answer out fo him as to whether or not this is what he wants - or would he prefer to wait and find a finished house that either has a pool or we can put one into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's overwhelming but my concern is that he'll pass and then regret it - which can happen from time to time.  But my other concern is that we also passed on the house we loved at one point because the owner was playing games, and while we hated that - we could potentially have wrapped this up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking tomorrow's a new day and he'll have digested it and we can chat further; I think this house is a real possibility for us and that's pretty exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what tomorrow brings.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4296302524633846977?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4296302524633846977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4296302524633846977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4296302524633846977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4296302524633846977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/interjections-show-excitement-and.html' title='Interjections show excitement, and emotion....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5271996533737485220</id><published>2011-06-22T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:03:32.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cNkp4QF3we8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5271996533737485220?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5271996533737485220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5271996533737485220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5271996533737485220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5271996533737485220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-in-life-of.html' title='A day in the life of.....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cNkp4QF3we8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-293851998161133302</id><published>2011-06-17T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:26:42.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Weekend wrapup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Dear Martinelli '06 Bella Vigna Pinot Noir: Help me feel better about the very real possibility of having to move my kids to another town.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so truthfully - while the wine is rocking delicious&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (and a bit sweeter than I'd normally prefer when it comes to a Pinot Noir, but I digress...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - it's actually making me ponder what my hang up really is. I mean, so long as I'm moving my kids to an equally good or better school system &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(in this case, it would be better and I love, love, love my school current school system)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;what is my issue?&lt;/em&gt; I mean, the kids are all friends online with XBOX Live, so staying in touch is certainly not a big deal. And it's not so far away that friends can't come and visit on weekends....it's not like when I was a kid. When you moved - it was the end of the world. And fortunately, it's not as if my children lack in social skills so as that they can't easily make friends. So really, why am I feeling as if my nails are being torn from my fingers when I think of moving out my current zip code? There is a house two towns over that looks spectacular on line - everything we're looking for in a house, plus it's a great school system - and so I think I really need to just get a grip. The kids aren't overly averse to the idea, so why the heck am I having such difficulty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. It's Father's Day weekend!&lt;/strong&gt; And I have yet to send a gift to my Father. Oops.... Must get on that promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. It's Father's Day weekend....&lt;/strong&gt;and the kids and I went and did our traditional gift of a photographic Tshirt. This will be G's 11th Tshirt, and it's amazing to see how the kids change each year. I swear, my kids will do this when they're in their 20s if I have my way! And it will be even more fun when they get older because when they have children, it will be "Grandfather" shrits &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(though truly, we won't be old enough to be grandparents, just sayin'...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with the kids on them. I love having traditions, they're so important to me - and so I hope that someday my kids appreciate the traditions that we have and continue them on in their own family. Even if it's something as small as a picture on a Tshirt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. And finally....&lt;/strong&gt; no matter what is going on in life, no matter whether the sun is shining outside or it's raining -- enjoy the ones you surround yourself with. Life is too short to be grumpy or angry. Let it go, and just love the life you have. Nothing lasts forever, and even if you're in a bad spot right now - it's only going to be temporary. Good times, bad times -- nothing stays static forever. So accept the here and now - and look toward the future. Embrace your health, and your wealth of personal value. And live life as loudly as you can! Hug and kiss the ones who mean the most to you....and have fun with whatever you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-293851998161133302?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/293851998161133302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=293851998161133302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/293851998161133302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/293851998161133302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-wrapup.html' title='Weekend wrapup...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-6470304936255821961</id><published>2011-06-16T21:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:18:26.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Easy come, easy go....this won't break my heart dontcha know...</title><content type='html'>And once again, the rollercoaster ride goes on...&lt;br /&gt;And the house that we at one point loved - and had the home inspection this week - has fallen through. &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And interestingly enough....lots of interest in my house, with a potential offer maybe on the table. The only good thing to that is they are open to waiting until December so we can find a house since ours fell through. Seriously - will any of this &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; synch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it will....everything happens for a reason. I remember how frustrated I was with all of our "almost" opportunities with building a second store -and then suddenly, it all fell into place almost immediately after another opportunity had passed. And you know what - it was the perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while we can't see it now...there is a house that we are perfect for - and is perfect for us, and it will show it's little head soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-6470304936255821961?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6470304936255821961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=6470304936255821961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6470304936255821961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/6470304936255821961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/easy-come-easy-gothis-wont-break-my.html' title='Easy come, easy go....this won&apos;t break my heart dontcha know...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2022343453311571381</id><published>2011-06-15T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:00:15.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Dare I say it aloud....</title><content type='html'>....but as I write this, I'm watching history potentially be made. &lt;br /&gt;The Boston Bruins are up 3-0 in game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals.&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY CUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint this picture for you. It's been since 1972 since the Bruins brought Lord Stanley home. And it's been painful ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's keep this in perspective, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;This isn't Red Sox Painful....that was excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;Bruins lack of winning anything is more.... annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial career goal was to be a sportscaster, specifically hockey play by play. I even used to be a seasons ticket holder&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (I wish I could remember the section in the Gahhden, but I forget. Balcony seats anyway...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and I gave up buying into my share of the tickets in 1996. Not only could I not afford them any longer -but my interest in the sport had waned. Too many changes in the league, overexpansion, lack of proper direction with the team from management....yada yada yada. So when I tell you it's been years since I've held any interest in hockey, I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight as I sit here watching potentially history - and something that as a kid I would've absolutely gone out of my mind over - I feel, well.... lukewarm about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for the organization, happy for Boston, and if they win - it will be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I'm more excited at the prospect of October baseball - and dear God let there be football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2022343453311571381?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2022343453311571381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2022343453311571381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2022343453311571381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2022343453311571381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/dare-i-say-it-aloud.html' title='Dare I say it aloud....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-2347822685438688663</id><published>2011-06-13T22:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:15:35.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><title type='text'>Scary Mom Moment #453231</title><content type='html'>Well, really the number isn't that high.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure it will be at some point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we came home to hear that my son was hit in the head with a basketball that was kicked, and hit him so hard that it knocked him down and he cried. Which, is rather unusual because he's 10 and doesn't often cry when he gets hurt. And you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; he was hurt because he had a friend over - and he cried in front of him. Actually, it was his much bigger friend who kicked the ball and felt horrible that it happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this took place about 45 minutes before we got home. And my son just didn't look right; I asked how he was feeling and he said he felt nauseous. Then he told me that he thought he was going to throw up right after it happened, but fortunately he didn't. He also said that his eyes were a little blurry and he was still queasy. That was all I had to hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the clinic around the corner from our house &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(it's actually an ER extension from the local hospital, which is nice that it's so close for times like this. They have everything from PeTScans to CaTscans - to labs, etc...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I got really nervous when the triage nurse asked him questions and he was slow to answer them -and got a few wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt like &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was the one that was going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately - there was no waiting on this, they saw him immediately and truth be told after about 15 minutes of us being there, before the doctor even walked in the room - he looked much better, and was talking much better, and I felt rather relieved. The doctor confirming that there didn't seem to be a concussion - though to still watch him, incase he starts vomiting - was so good to hear - and like I told him, I'd much rather be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a few years being taken off my life, today it was only a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-2347822685438688663?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2347822685438688663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=2347822685438688663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2347822685438688663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/2347822685438688663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/scary-mom-moment-453231.html' title='Scary Mom Moment #453231'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-3741670869107488857</id><published>2011-06-12T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:02:07.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what was i thinking??'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silliness'/><title type='text'>Wow, feeling pretty darn stupid right about now....</title><content type='html'>Or blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I always thought central vaccum was a system that you flipped a switch and somehow, all the dust in the house would be gone. And the funny thing is, anytime I said a house we looked at would have central vac, the response I'd get would be along the lines of "oh, that would be great - so much less dust!". That's what I thought too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I thought central vaccum was this magical thing that kept my house sterile.&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to look up on Google for some information on how it works - and saw a video that showed me that yes Rebecca, you still have to vacuum your house. I just don't have to carry the whole damn Kirby from room to room anymore....I can just carry the hose attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But not quite so magical.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-3741670869107488857?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3741670869107488857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=3741670869107488857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3741670869107488857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/3741670869107488857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow-feeling-pretty-darn-stupid-right.html' title='Wow, feeling pretty darn stupid right about now....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-5121621970604541157</id><published>2011-06-10T21:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:31:14.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>Eight days a week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up. Start some laundry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Note that it's "some" laundry. I avoid the dastardly deed. Only have two loads to do, but still....&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;Make coffee. Make the kids breakfast. Call the store to make sure it's open and staff is ready to go. Clean the house. Steam the floors. Argue with the kids to get ready. Oversee brushing teeth. Break up multiple fights. Call the store to check in. Go shopping for birthday party gifts. Break up more fighting.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (Who knew that siblings argued so much?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Make it out of the store without a meltdown over not buying anything for my little people.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(They're not usually too bad, but every day is a different experience with Princess Petunia!)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Attend a birthday party. Call the store to check in. Maybe go food shopping if it's not too late. Go home, put groceries away. Fold laundry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(UGH, most dreaded...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Make dinner. Keep the kids occupied and happy. Send them to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Repeat most of Saturday, but skip laundry. Make sauce &amp;amp; meatballs for dinner later. Skip shopping for gift, it's already bought. Attend a second birthday party. Give kiddies baths/showers. Layout clothes for school. Re-review homework papers. Have dinner with family. Put kids to bed. Wonder if I'm ready for bed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all a typical weekend for me. Although, it's actually less busy than usual, since there's no basketball or gymnastics this weekend. Usually we have something squeezed inbetween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that there's no time for me. There is no shopping, running, yoga, hair appointments, nail appointments or spending time with friends -- or even grownup date night with G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is...and truthfully, I don't mind. I'm going to have the rest of my life to have time for those things -- because the kids are small for such a short period of time. Someday they're going to be too busy with their friends and other activities that they won't need me hovering over them. So, I run and do yoga - and any other activity during the day when they're in school - or I'm at work. When I'm not at work -- I'm Mom. And that's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what - I wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-5121621970604541157?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5121621970604541157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=5121621970604541157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5121621970604541157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/5121621970604541157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/eight-days-week.html' title='Eight days a week...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-9170851968978841611</id><published>2011-06-09T21:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:29:23.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>If you don't know me by now....</title><content type='html'>...you will never, ever, ever, ever know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-9170851968978841611?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9170851968978841611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=9170851968978841611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9170851968978841611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/9170851968978841611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html' title='If you don&apos;t know me by now....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1172354389332195768</id><published>2011-06-08T19:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:29:33.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>So much to say -- so little time!</title><content type='html'>Or rather, no patience to take the time to say it all. That might be a more accurate statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We have a home inspection on Monday.&lt;/strong&gt; So very exciting for the new house to be moving forward. I think the only real obstacle - and truly, not an obstacle, I don't think - is the appraisal. It's just that houses in this particular price range are a bit fewer and further between so it may be a challenge for pulling comps; but the house is definitely worth the price, comps aside - so I'm pretty hopeful that it won't be too much of an issue. And we will cross that road when we get to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I almost feel badly for Casey Anthony.&lt;/strong&gt; Almost...but not quite. The defense is laughable, and truly - the evidence is mounting against her rather strongly. I don't see how she's going to get anything but murder in the 1st. I sort of get irritated when I see talk host types &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(such as Dr. Drew -- who, by the way is a sex/drug addict therapist -- does that mean we want to see him on late night CNN/Fox? This girl thinks not..,but I digress.)&lt;/span&gt; say that our fascination with this case is the "soap opera drama' that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up my friend - that's not the attraction or fascination with this case. It's the sheer disbelief and horror that a beautiful young girl could be killed and thrown away like trash by her mother, who -- as she is attractive, makes it that much more difficult for society to believe she would do that because, of course - attractive people do no wrong, right? It's complete horror and we don't want to believe it -and we're disgusted by the details but we can't stop watching because our hearts are broken by it. The atrocity of the crime and the callousness of the mother is just something that seems inhuman. We don't really want to watch it - but yet we are riveted at the same time. And thank God for that - otherwise little Caylee would be a nameless, faceless victim of child abuse. It's not soap opera, or drama - it's the humanity in us that makes us watch and continue to watch - and hope and pray that Casey Anthony gets the punishment that she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Feeling chunky.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so maybe that's a bit exaggerated. It's only 7lbs but wow - I am feeling them. I'm probably the least in shape I've been in 6 years and I just can't get myself motivated to take the time to get back to running. I've had no opportunity to practice yoga - which I sorely miss, but I should be able to at least squeeze a run in! I am getting back into the groove on Monday, so this is my last week of indulgence. Starting Monday, it's back to running and shedding some of this extra blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. And finally - a little something to make you laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because haven't we all known a Cooper, at some point?  Or maybe - a dumbass??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kBDw5bZOSQc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tQPtKNZpfz4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1172354389332195768?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1172354389332195768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1172354389332195768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1172354389332195768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1172354389332195768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html' title='So much to say -- so little time!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kBDw5bZOSQc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-4004412927149604163</id><published>2011-06-06T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:04:24.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Cautious optomism....</title><content type='html'>So, while I'm too tired at this moment to go into details -- it appears that the house we love, love, love is going to work out after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my hot little hands -- a Purchase &amp;amp; Sale agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No transplanting the kids to a new school system and new friends! We move literally around the corner from where we are now....a great neighborhood, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(other kids in the area -- priceless!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;fenced backyard, an inground pool -- and G is beyond excited about the big ol' pond in the backyard to go paddleboating or kayaking in. Plus, he can't wait to stake out a spot to put a koi pond in. Fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long road. And not exactly a smooth one. &lt;br /&gt;But if all goes well, by the end of July it will be all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-4004412927149604163?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4004412927149604163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=4004412927149604163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4004412927149604163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/4004412927149604163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/cautious-optomism.html' title='Cautious optomism....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15109540.post-1879429705833127475</id><published>2011-06-03T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:36:00.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Mom'/><title type='text'>Momma's got a brand new bag....</title><content type='html'>Or pair of shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been some time since I bought myself shoes. I really haven't been to DSW -- and we all know that it's been some time since the Angels have sung to me at the Wrentham city limit, so....today, on my way home I had a few extra minutes to spare and I ran into Marshalls where I scored two fun pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I went in there to buy things that the kiddies needed....bathing suits, summer shorts, etc. And I bought them all that they needed, but...I was going to put these fun shoes back. I asked the woman at the register to give me the the subtotal of my order, and the Mother's guilt kicked in. I told her I was putting them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cashier, an older woman - gave me my total and said "honey, I've been there. Can you afford the shoes?" and I said "yes....I just feel silly buying such dressy shoes for myself, I don't go anywhere....". And she said, "buy them. Wear them out for dinner with your family. Wear them cleaning the house if you want. You shouldn't hesitate on something for yourself - even if it's a fancy pair of shoes if it won't make you miss a bill. Life is too short."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www1.bloomingdales.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=450763&amp;amp;CategoryID=17523"&gt;these fabulous shoes &lt;/a&gt;which go for far more than what I spent - are incredibly comfy and I am so wearing them this weekend to a graduation party we're attending. They are sexxxxxxy. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asos.com/inv/w/40/421/892690/image4xl.jpg"&gt;Now these&lt;/a&gt;, while high - are much more practical as they are black, and strawlike wedges which makes them suitable for poolside, or with jeans -- or even a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartfelt thanks go out to the lovely lady working the register.&lt;br /&gt;She was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15109540-1879429705833127475?l=supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1879429705833127475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15109540&amp;postID=1879429705833127475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1879429705833127475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15109540/posts/default/1879429705833127475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergoddessgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommas-got-brand-new-bag.html' title='Momma&apos;s got a brand new bag....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK6v6rsDojQ/TTpR7s544_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jLgRBPt_bGo/s220/Me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
