<?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-6465240</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:00:12.070-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='The Girls'/><category term='girl stuff'/><category term='Family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Julia'/><category term='Samantha'/><category term='Bad Mommy'/><category term='Stuff I Care About'/><category term='Summertime'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>The Mommy Files</title><subtitle type='html'>Putting Life in Order One Paper Cut at a Time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>716</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4629398754789903851</id><published>2010-01-11T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:08:12.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>So this blog has been so good to me, but I think it is time to move on.  I started another blog if you wanted to take a look.  If you like then spread the word.  If you don't then no biggie :)  It is called "Dear Whatever...Love Amanda"  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4629398754789903851?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4629398754789903851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4629398754789903851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4629398754789903851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4629398754789903851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5801047319048666085</id><published>2009-07-11T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:08:05.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.  There is a mountain of it sitting in my laundry room.  I actually close my eyes when I open the door.  Funny thing is it was all done on Tuesday.  Even down to the cloth napkins that had been sitting in the laundry basket for about a month.  I guess I am just going to wait till the Laundry Fairy comes and takes care of it.  Either that or I am training the girls early :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5801047319048666085?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5801047319048666085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5801047319048666085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5801047319048666085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5801047319048666085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4249124731935138711</id><published>2009-07-01T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:44:16.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Tooth fairy Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SkuuSdxb8hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NSLLUufnpBE/s1600-h/IMG00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SkuuSdxb8hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NSLLUufnpBE/s400/IMG00035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353564214312825362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia inquiring what the prices are for her teeth.  The Tooth Fairy found it under her pillow last night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4249124731935138711?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4249124731935138711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4249124731935138711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4249124731935138711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4249124731935138711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-tooth-fairy-found.html' title='What the Tooth fairy Found'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SkuuSdxb8hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NSLLUufnpBE/s72-c/IMG00035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-756713424244512356</id><published>2009-06-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:00:04.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Well summer is here (and I would love to say "The time is right for dancing in the streets) and today is Day 1.  so far Sammie has ripped my mouse pad, Julia threw a pen and it went all over the wall and the floor, there is a huge mess upstairs, and right now they are banging on the walls.  You know what?  I could care less :)  I want a good summer and we all deserve it!  I am sure I will have my moments, but right now I am making myself be positive for everyone's sake.  Now talk to me next week when Jon leaves for business.  I might need some reminding about this post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-756713424244512356?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/756713424244512356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=756713424244512356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/756713424244512356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/756713424244512356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2371616157873050421</id><published>2009-05-06T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:07:33.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I forgot I had a blog for a little while.  Computer crashed, I went away, busy with school stuff, I totally forgot.  I will update now that I remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2371616157873050421?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2371616157873050421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2371616157873050421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2371616157873050421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2371616157873050421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5543621884194315942</id><published>2009-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:41:54.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>Potty Training Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Well I am at the point again in my life where I am the Princess of Potty.  Sammie was right there for at least 2 months, then they moved her into another class at preschool and I feel like we are starting all over again.  When I look back on Julia, I can not tell you how I potty trained her because honestly she did it herself.  Sammie on the other hand has proven to not be so inclined.  I realize that they all have their own timing on this sort of thing, but she knows what she is doing- she just chooses not to.  So I am kinda back to square one.   Asking, reminding, telling, sometimes raising my voice, all to get her to sit on the potty.  I will soon revisit every bathroom in town, making sure they are all convenient for when she has to go.  So please wish me luck- she needs to be fully potty trained for our next and VERY cheap preschool (see why I am stressing) I hope soon I will be the Princess of Panties instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5543621884194315942?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5543621884194315942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5543621884194315942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5543621884194315942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5543621884194315942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/potty-training-sucks.html' title='Potty Training Sucks!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3983007624918769410</id><published>2009-04-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:13:54.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>An Eyeball is Still an Eyeball</title><content type='html'>If you haven't even watched &lt;a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Bizarre_Foods"&gt;"Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmer"&lt;/a&gt; on the Travel channel- check it out.  You will be totally grossed out, but fascinated at the same time.  I am telling you though no matter how well you deep fry, stew, cover in chocolate sauce, or smoother it in cheese- eating an eyeball is still eating an actual eyeball.  Even if I wasn't told what it was, I am pretty sure I would know it was something gross.  I wonder how many times he has gotten sick or how much his bill for Imodium is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3983007624918769410?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3983007624918769410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3983007624918769410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3983007624918769410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3983007624918769410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyeball-is-still-eyeball.html' title='An Eyeball is Still an Eyeball'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8663023220351717259</id><published>2009-04-12T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:51:03.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>7 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SeKoiGoCApI/AAAAAAAAANI/EfP826WMoXM/s1600-h/easter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SeKoiGoCApI/AAAAAAAAANI/EfP826WMoXM/s320/easter1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324003013352882834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you turned 7.  7 I say!  Wow has time gone by.  I remember the first night that we had brought you home from the hospital and how your Daddy and I just stared at you.  You cried for the next three months straight :)  I could have never imagined the kind of little girl you would become.  You love all the girlie stuff that I do- makeup, clothes, listening to Hannah Montana as loud as we can in the car.  Yet you have your rough and tumble side- riding your bike, playing with the boys.  You take after your Dad with your artistic abilities (because I have none) and we are so impressed with all that you have learned this year.  I love when you cry during the sad parts in movies or how you must pet every animal you come in contact with.  You are so much like me in so many ways that it is hard to stay mad at you.  I always wanted a little girl and you were my wish come true.  Thank you so much for making my life, along with your Daddy's and Sissy's life complete.  We love you and hope that your birthday was one to remember.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8663023220351717259?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8663023220351717259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8663023220351717259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8663023220351717259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8663023220351717259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-years.html' title='7 years'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SeKoiGoCApI/AAAAAAAAANI/EfP826WMoXM/s72-c/easter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2808702296060245846</id><published>2009-04-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:30:46.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Born Fool</title><content type='html'>In light of today being my big 33rd Birthday, I thought I would let you know what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_Fools%27_Day"&gt;April Fool's Day&lt;/a&gt; is all about.  I didn't even know myself :)  I got a yellow beach crusier this morning so watch out on the roads because I have no been on a bike is like 2o years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2808702296060245846?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2808702296060245846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2808702296060245846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2808702296060245846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2808702296060245846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/born-fool.html' title='A Born Fool'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2395067573216013526</id><published>2009-03-29T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:08:48.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Sc-q-zxpEWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QSmNejYAGz0/s1600-h/spring2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Sc-q-zxpEWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QSmNejYAGz0/s320/spring2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318657680974877026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a pic of the girls since there hasn't been one in ages :)  Pictures are considered a post right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2395067573216013526?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2395067573216013526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2395067573216013526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2395067573216013526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2395067573216013526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls.html' title='The Girls'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Sc-q-zxpEWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QSmNejYAGz0/s72-c/spring2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5127386444032296137</id><published>2009-03-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:14:19.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me or do you want one too??</title><content type='html'>I see this &lt;a href="https://www.strapperfect.com/flare/next"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt; all the time and I want them.  Why?  I don't know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5127386444032296137?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5127386444032296137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5127386444032296137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5127386444032296137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5127386444032296137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-just-me-or-do-you-want-one-too.html' title='Is it just me or do you want one too??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-13428243410930300</id><published>2009-03-26T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:21:03.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Update</title><content type='html'>Well things have been pretty well in The Mommy Files household.  Nothing too exciting.  Here is a little update so that I actually have a post!  The goal is do this everyday (or every other day realistcally lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie had her third brithday this month.  It made me very sad to see my last baby turn three.  In my mind I know I am done having children, but in my heart I will always miss that little tiny baby I once had.  We had a HUGE jumpy that we had to put in the park across the street from my house because it was so big.  The kids loved it!  Both of them passed out around 7 that night and it's very rare for that to happen.  Sammie has grown into quite a little girl.  She says things sometimes and I am like "Did you really just say that?"  She told me the other day "Mommy I have had a long day."  I thought that was the cutest thing I have ever heard!  She has a slight obession with lip gloss so I have to hide them.  I swear she is going to have a lip gloss ball in her stomach because in all honestly I think more goes in her mouth than on her lips.  She is just a funny little thing and really wants to be a big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia will be 7 in two weeks.  Now if I gave birth to a Little Princess this would be it!  She is very good actually, but sooooo girly!  I bought her high heeled sandles the other day and you would have thought they were gold!  She has to pick out her clothes to match her earrings and I have to force her to wear tennis shoes to school.  I just look at her and think how beautiful she is- then I think I am in so much trouble when she is a teenager.  She has become such a little artist over the past 2 years that I am thinking she will be using that in her future (well I hope she does)  She also likes to watch me cook so maybe that will be one of her passions.  She is just a joy and I am glad to be her Mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon has been in court for the last 3 weeks on a trial.  He was so nervous at first, but he really got into it.  They had to call it a mistrial because of one person that refused to change thier mind.  So much for all that!  He is now adjusting to life back in the office since they moved him to the new buliding.  He is also very spoiled since the new office is 3 miles from home and he has a wife to make him lunch everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have become a gym rat.  I work out 4 times a week at least and I love every second of it.  I also started seeing a Dietian so that I can get my eating on track.  As of today it is Day 71 and I have lost almost 19 bls.  I feel so good!  Yet going down in sizes has made shopping too much fun which is good and bad.  I am just happy to make a lifestyle change since diabetes and heart diease runs in my family.  I hope within the next year to run a half marathon then maybe on to a full one.  We will see!  Hard to run with boobs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about it.  All updated!  I hope to get back into the swing of things :)  Thank you for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-13428243410930300?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/13428243410930300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=13428243410930300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/13428243410930300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/13428243410930300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='The Update'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5888368329610970907</id><published>2009-03-22T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:08:39.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used To...</title><content type='html'>I used to blog.  I used to talk about the stuff going on in the house.  I used to be really good at it.  Now it seems I stare at the page and think "What the heck am I going to write about now?"  So I am thinking I will get to the used to soon.  Just need to get my act together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5888368329610970907?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5888368329610970907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5888368329610970907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5888368329610970907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5888368329610970907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-used-to.html' title='I Used To...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6493108478818697427</id><published>2009-01-20T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:16:44.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Did :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SXYG6xNJuGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XkS6KFg2-5U/s1600-h/2284436689_5a1db3c969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SXYG6xNJuGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XkS6KFg2-5U/s320/2284436689_5a1db3c969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426018731276386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6493108478818697427?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6493108478818697427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6493108478818697427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6493108478818697427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6493108478818697427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-did.html' title='Yes We Did :)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SXYG6xNJuGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XkS6KFg2-5U/s72-c/2284436689_5a1db3c969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8392475155157275623</id><published>2009-01-19T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:02:24.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Mom</title><content type='html'>Jon left for a week today in the first time in 5 years.  Yes I have issues with it.  Yes I am a big baby.  Yes I don't like it.  Yes all I think about is that I am here with two kids.  Yes it sucks.  Yes I will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that made me feel better :)  4 days to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8392475155157275623?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8392475155157275623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8392475155157275623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8392475155157275623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8392475155157275623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/otl.html' title='Single Mom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3327165761513686133</id><published>2009-01-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:22:44.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>This year is the year that I have decided that I am not going to be fat anymore.  I have had this epiphany in the past, but with my dad and uncle dying of heart attacks I knew it was time I really do something about it.  So last week I visited a nutritionist and she came up with a diet (which I really not allowed to say) that would help me change my eating habits.  I already exercise 4-5 times a week so that is not an issue, but I in the past year have not paid any attention to what I was eating.  The thing about me is that I don't have low self esteem about what I look like, but rather I accept my weight and choose not to do anything about it.  Well that needs to change.  So I have a food journal, I am counting every single calorie that goes in my mouth, and I am exercising like a crazy person.  In the past 4 days my anxiety about this has gone from pretty high to a low manageable outlook.  They say it takes 21 days to make a habit and I am 17 days till there.  So wish me luck because I am going to need it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3327165761513686133?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3327165761513686133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3327165761513686133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3327165761513686133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3327165761513686133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3824409732149274921</id><published>2009-01-06T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:07:26.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Gift Card</title><content type='html'>So I think I have mentioned this several times before in the 5 years of this blog, but I have a teeny tiny addiction to clothes.  Not expensive ones, just clothes.  I have a small affection for t-shirts, blouses, sweaters, and jeans.  I have been so many different sizes during the last 7 years that I bet I have clothed some of the people in the town I live in with all my Goodwill donations.  I still have my very first suit that I paid like $300 when I had a job.  Anyway, Jon and I have been on a budget due to the messed up economy, so my clothes addiction was put on hold for several months.  So I decided that I would collect all the gift cards I had in my wallet or dresser and see if there was money left on them.  Sure enough, I had about $150 at various places, and even $20 at Starbucks.  So the other day I went shopping for the first time just for me and I used those gift cards and some of the ones I got for Christmas, and didn't spend a thing.  Now this may not be so exciting to you or seem silly, but for me not to spend money was not easy to get used to so I think it's amazing!  So I suppose the whole point to this story is find those gift cards because you may be surprised :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3824409732149274921?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3824409732149274921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3824409732149274921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3824409732149274921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3824409732149274921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/girft-card.html' title='The Gift Card'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2873517526385040539</id><published>2008-12-24T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:10:05.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and hope that 2009 brings much love and cheer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and much love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2873517526385040539?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2873517526385040539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2873517526385040539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2873517526385040539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2873517526385040539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7831060225343980772</id><published>2008-12-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:42.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank you to the mom this morning who sped into the preschool parking lot at 65 miles an hour, in her new BWM, while talking on the phone (which is illegal in CA), parking in the only handicapped spot, wearing 5 inch heels, and having her kid dressed in shorts and t-shirt (56 degrees outside).  You made me feel like all my bitching to my kids about wearing jackets, having to buy a bluetooth, the fact that I drive a mini van, and that I rock my Ugg boots are all worth it.  You made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7831060225343980772?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7831060225343980772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7831060225343980772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7831060225343980772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7831060225343980772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6308664697990162175</id><published>2008-12-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:17:11.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Little Peace</title><content type='html'>So the last couple of weeks have been crazy in the Mommy Files household.  It makes me wonder if my sanity is being tested for something bigger or my drama quota is filled for a very long time.  First things, my Uncle died suddenly last week.  It just happen to be the same day as my Dad passed away 2 years ago.  They were also the same age, and died of the same causes.  Strange yes, but this was my Mom's twin brother so they were not related.  Yesterday was his funeral and it was a awesome send off.  He was not one for crying or dwelling so we had a party instead.  His viewing was filled with surf music and Led Zeppelin.  I even think at one point "Get Down Tonight" by KC and the Sunshine band was played.  It was just so appropriate for him.  It was hard for me because I had just done this 2 years ago and I feel for my cousins.  Just seems wrong being 32 and not having a parent.  It also made me think back to the people I have lost in my life.  I have had 8 significant people die since I was 18.  I am pretty much hoping that I am done in the death department for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was having so female issues and that was driving me crazy because they could not figure out what was wrong.  I will not go into details, but the Doctor said that it may have something to do with my body adjusting to not having a period due to my IUD.  I told Jon he has a year to think about what he plans on doing because I am done with all this birth control crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in respect of my Uncle's passing I just want everyone to make sure they reach out to their friends and family and tell them how much they mean to you.  I am lucky that I have a wonderful husband and two great kids that remind me everyday how lucky I am.   All I ask for is a little peace and a nice Hoilday season :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/STlhq-6ARsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3lx_tPcXJqM/s1600-h/Christmas2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/STlhq-6ARsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3lx_tPcXJqM/s320/Christmas2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276355829509932738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6308664697990162175?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6308664697990162175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6308664697990162175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6308664697990162175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6308664697990162175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/need-little-peace.html' title='Need a Little Peace'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/STlhq-6ARsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3lx_tPcXJqM/s72-c/Christmas2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5753899365413113839</id><published>2008-11-12T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:28:50.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Line that Needs to be Drawn</title><content type='html'>Ok so I haven't posted in a while.  Not sure if I will continue to post in the future just for lack of content and I will let you other much better bloggers update me on your world, but when I saw this I had to say something.  I am all for breast feeding.  I think it's a wonderful thing that our bodies can do.  I think what ever choice you make regarding it is yours and if you feel good about it then I am all for it.  Yet this was a little disturbing to me.  One because of the age of the children and two because of the way these children talk about it.  Kinda creepy.  If you agree or disagree I would love to hear either one :)  Watch and you will see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxv6R9fUO74&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxv6R9fUO74&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5753899365413113839?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5753899365413113839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5753899365413113839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5753899365413113839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5753899365413113839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-line-that-needs-to-be-drawn.html' title='There is a Line that Needs to be Drawn'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7047458318232469355</id><published>2008-10-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:01:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know When...</title><content type='html'>You married to a total guy when you asked him to help you with dinner since I am carting the kids around town to various activities and he calls to ask how to make a baked potato.  Little did he know there is a button on the microwave that says "Potato".  I wonder what he thought that button was meant to do?  Next time I will have to leave Post-its all over explaining things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7047458318232469355?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7047458318232469355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7047458318232469355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7047458318232469355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7047458318232469355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-when.html' title='You Know When...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2697918407978382676</id><published>2008-10-07T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:51:31.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I will Just Get One of These</title><content type='html'>Seems like people have been asking me when I was going to have another baby lately.  Sorry to burst the bubble, but I am done.  No one seems to get that I don't want to have another child or that I don't want to have a boy.  I have enough drama in my life as it is and having two girls I am screwed when it comes to money as this get older.  I have friends who have little babies so I can just touch and smell them or get one of these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76B4hG_wLJs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76B4hG_wLJs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2697918407978382676?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2697918407978382676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2697918407978382676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2697918407978382676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2697918407978382676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-i-will-just-get-one-of-these.html' title='Maybe I will Just Get One of These'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-359546033653561944</id><published>2008-10-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:53:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Round Up</title><content type='html'>Number of times Sam threw a a huge fit: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of people that saw one: 500 (was at the mall)&lt;br /&gt;Number of kittens lost: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of 8 ft. stone walls that were scaled to get him: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of times Julia cries "He is gone forever": 57&lt;br /&gt;Number of old beanie babies found in the garage: 15&lt;br /&gt;How much they are worth on Ebay: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;Number of redheads in the house: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my mom said "Oh My God" when she saw my hair: 4&lt;br /&gt;Number of times Sammie drew all over herself with permanent marker: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of colors she used: 3 (red, pink, and yellow)&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I have tried to get it off: 7&lt;br /&gt;Number of "Punky Brewster" episodes watched: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting huh? Man sometimes the weekends go by WAY too fast!   How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-359546033653561944?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/359546033653561944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=359546033653561944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/359546033653561944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/359546033653561944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-round-up.html' title='Weekend Round Up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3361716459284839182</id><published>2008-10-02T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:04:14.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Chocolate and Salt</title><content type='html'>That is all I want :)  Maybe I will just mix two together?  French fries with chocolate sauce or chocolate ice cream with pretzels on it.  That and crush up my Pamprin on top of it all.  Sometimes it sucks being a girl, but my bitch card is useful for the next couple of days.  It is nice when you are allowed to use it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3361716459284839182?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3361716459284839182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3361716459284839182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3361716459284839182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3361716459284839182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/chocolate-and-salt.html' title='Chocolate and Salt'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4595541802333998105</id><published>2008-10-01T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:54:04.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>My gym has introduced a "Boot Camp" style class that I have started taking.  I don't think I was was fully aware of the actual meaning of "Boot Camp" till the instructor yelled out "Alright time for our 100 lundges"  My friend Robin and I looked at each other in horror.  On top of that it was 100 dead lifts (bending over with 10 lbs weights in each had), 50 thighs lifts on each legs, and 400 crunches.  I walked out of that class thinking I was going to die.  The worst was waking up the next morning and not being able to squat down to go potty.  In all honesty I am a believer in "No pain, No gain" so I am going back for my ass beating today and I can't wait!  If I can't get a tummy tuck like I want then I might as well try and make it go away on my own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about starting a diet blog with a bunch of people.  Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Only a mom would use the word potty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4595541802333998105?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4595541802333998105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4595541802333998105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4595541802333998105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4595541802333998105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/boot-camp.html' title='Boot Camp'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2311545691640840403</id><published>2008-09-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:30:17.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl stuff'/><title type='text'>Crack for Kids</title><content type='html'>The other day I purchased "Punky Brewster" on DVD for the girls to watch.  It was something I didn't miss as a child and it was so sweet and innocent I though they would enjoy it.  Well Sammie told me yesterday when she woke up "I want Punky Brewster right now!" and Julia is rewarded with watching a couple of episodes after her homework is done.  It's like crack for kids- who would have thought!  Oh and the best part is they have bonus features that have the cartoon they did about the show.  I watched that too- she had an magical friend named "Gloamer"  I just love the fact that they are enjoying a show that was one of my favs.  Wonder if they will ever come out with "Silver Spoons" on DVD?  Now I can't wait till I can bust out the "Beverly Hills 90210" DVDs out and they can love Dylan Mckay as much as I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKGX8GZ3BV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKGX8GZ3BV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2311545691640840403?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2311545691640840403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2311545691640840403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2311545691640840403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2311545691640840403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/crack-for-kids.html' title='Crack for Kids'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-875552738318361555</id><published>2008-09-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:22:43.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Care About'/><title type='text'>The Signs Around Town</title><content type='html'>Today I noticed all these new stickers for Propstion 8 floating around town on random cars.  I wanted to get more informed on what was going on here so I did a little research.  As my favorite online resource Wikipedia states: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Proposition 8 is titled Eliminates Right of Same-Sex Couples to Marry Act.[1][2] It is an initiative measure on the 2008 California General Election ballot. If passed, the proposition would amend the California Constitution to remove the legal ability of same-sex couples to marry. A new section would be added stating "only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California." The measure was submitted for the ballot by petitioners with the title "California Marriage Protection Act."[3][4] The title and summary were revised by Attorney General Jerry Brown to more "accurately reflect the measure."[5] The Superior Court of California ruled in favor of these revisions, stating, "The title and summary is not false or misleading because it states that Proposition 8 would 'eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry' in California. The California Supreme Court unequivocally held that same-sex couples have a constitutional right to marry under the California Constitution"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a big liberal I must say that no matter how marriage is defined it will always been about love.  Why should we be the ones telling people who they should love?  Gay people have every right to have their unions of love recognized legally so that they can have the rights that every American citizen is entitled to.  I am just not one to tell those what to do with their lives.  They have the same problems as we all do in their marriages, they all face the same hard times when it comes to raising children, why not let them be happy in their pursuit for a normal life?  And for those of us that live in California and get to actually vote on this, I think it will be good for the economy because who wouldn't want to spend their money to get married by some of the prettiest beaches in the world?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the election so very near- no matter what your opinions are, just make sure that you research what and who you are voting for.  Just be informed and go out and vote to make a difference for you and the people around you.  That is what American is all about :) And in the words of Lenny Kravitz- Let Love Rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-875552738318361555?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/875552738318361555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=875552738318361555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/875552738318361555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/875552738318361555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/signs-around-town.html' title='The Signs Around Town'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2212315811850570421</id><published>2008-09-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:29:16.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of the 80's</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://smouch.net/lol"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but I warn you- you might be racing to Itunes to purchase the catchy tune because secretly deep inside you know you love it and know every single word :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2212315811850570421?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2212315811850570421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2212315811850570421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2212315811850570421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2212315811850570421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-love-of-80s.html' title='For the Love of the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2176853284995490458</id><published>2008-09-28T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:51:42.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy!</title><content type='html'>Nothing is better than homemade chocolate cake, the hubby, and some &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/californication/home.do"&gt;David Duchovny&lt;/a&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;AKA Crazy Maker :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2176853284995490458?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2176853284995490458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2176853284995490458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2176853284995490458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2176853284995490458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy.html' title='Yummy!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3369294750338173836</id><published>2008-09-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:49:04.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SNz2A2zryzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bZd3XFT2YSI/s1600-h/n615947513_972237_964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SNz2A2zryzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bZd3XFT2YSI/s320/n615947513_972237_964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250341760179882802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt; posted these awesome pics on her facebook yesterday.  It reminded me how long her and I have been best friends (17 years).  And to tell you the truth I think the last 8 have been the best.  We tell each other everything like we did when we were 15.  I can't go more than 2-3 days without talking to her and even though we may have talked yesterday we still spend an hour on the phone.  I miss her since she moved and I can't wait to see her in a month.  So thank you BFF- I love you and hope that we are still on for our trip to Greece when we are 50 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS This was taken on our "date" to exchange Christmas presents in 1994&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3369294750338173836?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3369294750338173836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3369294750338173836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3369294750338173836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3369294750338173836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SNz2A2zryzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bZd3XFT2YSI/s72-c/n615947513_972237_964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6644570138291985485</id><published>2008-09-23T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:16:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass</title><content type='html'>When it is "Kids Eat Free" night at your local restaurant don't come in as a couple and complain to your waiter about the noise.  Sorry but in this economy I am taking the kids to where they can not eat what I order (both girls have a habit of not eating a lot) and I am not going to pay for it.  Maybe next time read the sign that is on the front of the restaurant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Sorry my vent for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6644570138291985485?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6644570138291985485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6644570138291985485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6644570138291985485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6644570138291985485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/dumbass.html' title='Dumbass'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8673931624408668599</id><published>2008-09-22T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:22:28.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Newest Obsession</title><content type='html'>Lately with both girls in school and me trying to stay out of the kitchen in case I eat everything in site, I have been able to sit down and read a good book.  I went through a Polygamy phase- read everything I could on women who escaped that life.  Why?  I have no clue.  I guess the unknown fascinates me.  So about two weeks ago I was at Barnes and Noble and I bought &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;"Twilight" by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;.  Now I am sure you have heard of this series of books.  They were meant for teenagers (so very easy to read) and they are about vampires.  I read the 500 something page book in 2 days.  I couldn't put it down!  I thought about it when I wasn't reading it.  I am now on to the second book in the series which I just bought on Friday and I almost done with that.  I have not been so excited to read anything since "Harry Potter". On top of it there is a movie coming out in November so I am excited to see it.  So if you are looking for something that is easy to read, exciting, romantic (yes vampires are all about romance), and fun check these books out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8673931624408668599?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8673931624408668599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8673931624408668599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8673931624408668599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8673931624408668599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-newest-obsession.html' title='My Newest Obsession'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1132650217465639225</id><published>2008-09-21T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:31:23.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Look</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://leeloublogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;LeeLou Blogs&lt;/a&gt; I was able to get a new blog template and it is gorgeous!  Just right for fall :)  I am so happy with it and it was the easiest template I ever worked with.  Thank you Leelou- you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1132650217465639225?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1132650217465639225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1132650217465639225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1132650217465639225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1132650217465639225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-look.html' title='My New Look'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-615347805702092243</id><published>2008-09-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:06:14.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today would have been my Dad's 60th birthday.  Sammie and I will make the hour drive this morning so that I can put his favorite yellow roses on his grave.  I just keep thinking how different my week would have been if he was still here.  I am sure I would of planned a party and would have been busy will all of that.  Just crazy how things change in a blink of an eye.  I just hope he as at least celebrating in Hawaii or something :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you Dad very much.  Happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-615347805702092243?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/615347805702092243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=615347805702092243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/615347805702092243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/615347805702092243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1247977555155424209</id><published>2008-09-10T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:58:16.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kids Are Right</title><content type='html'>This was one of the many conversations on the way to school today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: "Mom do cats change color?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;Julia: "What about like grey like your hair." (thanks for noticing little terd)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I guess they might if they are old"&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: "And married..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was awesome!  And you know what she is right :)  Yesterday was my 8th wedding anniversary and I have the grey hairs to prove it.  Yet I wouldn't change that for the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1247977555155424209?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1247977555155424209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1247977555155424209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1247977555155424209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1247977555155424209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-kids-are-right.html' title='When Kids Are Right'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3306942343010239610</id><published>2008-08-26T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:49:30.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl stuff'/><title type='text'>The Annual</title><content type='html'>I have had two babies, numberous looks at my vagina, heck I gave birth in front of my father and father in law- you would think that I would be ok with going to the gynocologist today.  Why do I get nervous everytime?  I will be breaking out the new panties I bought this weekend because for some reason that makes me feel a lot better.  Like I am being judged on something that is going to laying on the chair underneath my clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3306942343010239610?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3306942343010239610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3306942343010239610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3306942343010239610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3306942343010239610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/annual.html' title='The Annual'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4095649499677718495</id><published>2008-08-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:47:46.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>My Baby and her Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6674a01e8794147d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6674a01e8794147d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331694675%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15D86E8D5D4CF66D587A650480BF3662D071494E.2FD92BE0898EA1E2654E773B52D83104BA188CBA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6674a01e8794147d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN3ZP5wjN1uQvnzFGbSDG82Nngs8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6674a01e8794147d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331694675%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15D86E8D5D4CF66D587A650480BF3662D071494E.2FD92BE0898EA1E2654E773B52D83104BA188CBA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6674a01e8794147d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN3ZP5wjN1uQvnzFGbSDG82Nngs8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked to get her ears pierced last week and Jon and I talked about it and decided that it was ok. You can't tell in the video, but I am crying too.  My baby is so big :(    Next it will be a bra.  Do you think she will let me take a video of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4095649499677718495?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6674a01e8794147d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4095649499677718495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4095649499677718495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4095649499677718495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4095649499677718495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-and-her-big-day.html' title='My Baby and her Big Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6897222242450412548</id><published>2008-08-22T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:55:09.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>What is worse than having a zit? How about one on your double chin. Hurts and it is just shows off that you happen to be given a double chin at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam actually let me put her hair up today so she doesn't look like the little white trash baby I picked up on the side of the road. Now I will count till 10 and see how long that pony tail stays in her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date night tomorrow night. You would think Jon and I won the lottery because we are so excited. He said he will actually consume a alcoholic beverage which is a big deal for him. Maybe if we eat at the place near the mall I could get him drunk enough to buy me my Coach purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day school rocks and I actually miss Julia when she is not around. Then nap time comes and it's all quiet in the house and I remember why all day school rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see my nephew for the first time next week. Is it bad that I want to buy him a bunch of clothes because I can buy little boy clothes? Make him a So Cal surfer boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done :) Hope everyone had a good week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6897222242450412548?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6897222242450412548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6897222242450412548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6897222242450412548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6897222242450412548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1638578936791057803</id><published>2008-08-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:53:51.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post</title><content type='html'>So I have been told that I need to update my blog.  You mean a picture post doesn't count?  They are too cute to look at least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia started first grade on Wednesday.  She is in total "school" heaven.  I am in total "all day school gone till 3 pm" heaven.  I have already been hit up by the PTA to volunteer and be on some committee.  Not sure if I want to be a part of the committee, but I will volunteer any time.  Something about a room full of catty women scare me.  I am afraid of getting sucked into some drama I really don't want to be a part of.  I mean I do that in my everyday life so don't need anymore.  Julia also got the teacher that we wanted so that made me very excited.  She is young, cute, but from what I hear hardcore.  I like hardcore- means they will learn something.  Other than that it's been a good week :)  Sam misses Julia terribly when she is gone though.  But once they are together they fight so I don't get that whole thing.  I wonder if I ever missed my brother?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's work has finally settled down too.  He was pulling 70 hour work weeks for the past month.  We actually watched a movie together the other night.  It was great!  Then he took the day off and we all went to the beach.  Julia figured out how to use the boogey board and she was on that thing for 4 hours.  I also went in the water all the way which I probably have not done in 10 years.  Fear of what lives in the water, but I had to be out there for Julia so I was having a good time.  Just a reminder though how much I hate sand in my bathing suit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my update.  See why I don't update all the time- I am just that boring :)  Hope you are all having a good rest of the Summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1638578936791057803?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1638578936791057803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1638578936791057803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1638578936791057803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1638578936791057803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/post.html' title='A Post'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8295410129953908116</id><published>2008-07-31T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:29.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in so much trouble</title><content type='html'>The top one is all mine, but the bottom blond is she for sale!  Just don't give her any cold medicine or she will spit it all over herself and her sheets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SJIftnP2F7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ckcZMfBTeUY/s1600-h/0c6413ff-5778-11dd-8acf-001320cc7c40w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SJIftnP2F7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ckcZMfBTeUY/s320/0c6413ff-5778-11dd-8acf-001320cc7c40w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229276985820583858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SJIf9oyabQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KYg1OSmz8sA/s1600-h/70831bab-577a-11dd-8acf-001320cc7c40w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SJIf9oyabQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KYg1OSmz8sA/s320/70831bab-577a-11dd-8acf-001320cc7c40w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229277261111913730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8295410129953908116?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8295410129953908116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8295410129953908116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8295410129953908116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8295410129953908116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-in-so-much-trouble.html' title='I am in so much trouble'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SJIftnP2F7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ckcZMfBTeUY/s72-c/0c6413ff-5778-11dd-8acf-001320cc7c40w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8388157866203336003</id><published>2008-07-22T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:01:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Well I guess The Blog Cafe has gone out of business without informing those who host with them that was going to happen.  Bad business I say especially since I have had them do all of my blog designs for the past 5 years.  Well luckily blogger is user friendly and I can kinda have a design I like.  If you know anyone that is willing to help me out please let me know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its about time Julia goes back to school, yet if I drop her off there will be no one there till the 13th.  It has been pretty good up until now.  I am just tired of being a constant source of entertainment.  I feel like I need to rent a Chuck E. Cheese suit and sing to keep it different.  Oh well I am counting down the days and I am sure I will be complaining about something else then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up and paid my money to take the teaching test on October 4th.  I bought a book and have been studying and remembering how much I hate math.  Fractions and integers really suck.  Hopefully I will be able to figure out what the heck I am doing by October :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is everyone doing this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8388157866203336003?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8388157866203336003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8388157866203336003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8388157866203336003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8388157866203336003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3691983219826842950</id><published>2008-07-20T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:55:36.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Something happened to my old (kinda new actually) template so I have been messing around with blogger today.  Hopefully someone at The Blog Cafe will get back to me and help me reinstall my more appealing template.  Till then this is what you get :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3691983219826842950?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3691983219826842950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3691983219826842950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3691983219826842950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3691983219826842950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5707649778593056489</id><published>2008-07-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:24:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Adventure</title><content type='html'>Well I have not posted for a while since really there is nothing new at all going on the The Mommy Files household.  We did get a new kitten named Freddy who fell from the upstairs banister last night- one of his lives gone :)  We had a blast at Summer's and is so sad she is moving since I will not see her till October.  Other than that its hot and we are tan and "pooled" out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided though that I am not completely cut out for this "Stay at Home Mom" thing.  Don't get me wrong, I know I am lucky that I do and I have had 6 years at home that I would never change.  But I did go to college and never really had the time to do something with my education.  I need something that is flexible and makes a little money, so I have a friend who is a substitute teacher and I thought "Hey I can do that".  I loved volunteering in Julia's class last year and I think that it would be a fun way to make money.  So I am on a mission to study and take the CBEST in October.  So we will see.  I do love being home with the girls, but this will give me an opportunity to do something that will not totally interfere with their lives and use that expensive college education my parents paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it.  Blog finally updated.  Hopefully I will get more motivated to do so more often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5707649778593056489?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5707649778593056489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5707649778593056489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5707649778593056489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5707649778593056489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-newest-adventure.html' title='My Newest Adventure'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6739231513953081073</id><published>2008-06-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:41:09.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Number</title><content type='html'>Well its all over the news today here in So Cal that is is going to be one of the hottest days of the year.  I live about 35 miles inland from the coast so for me that means "hotter than hell".  Today the forecast is for 110 degrees.  My biggest fear is that we will be sitting in the house enjoying the AC and all of a sudden the power goes out.  I think I will then have to drive around town with the AC on while I waste the $4.79 a gallon gas I used to fill my tank.  I could also bring the grapes that will go to waste in my fridge since they were $5.00.  Oh and don't forget the $1.99 bunch of celery I bought that made the checker at the store comment on how expensive it was.  Yes I am a lucky one and I count my blessing everyday that I am able to have what we do, but when is this going to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6739231513953081073?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6739231513953081073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6739231513953081073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6739231513953081073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6739231513953081073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-number.html' title='Just a Number'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5880659623776045687</id><published>2008-06-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:39:23.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime'/><title type='text'>First Day of Hell, I mean Summer</title><content type='html'>So it is now 7:31 am- Sam has been awake since 6 am with a stuffy nose and a really bad diaper rash.  Julia just woke up and informed me that she didn't want what I had made for breakfast and that she wanted to go to the gym NOW!  Jon left and said "Good Luck" on his way out the door and I flipped him off as he closed the door.  So yes it going to be a good summer I tell you!  Please prey that I will make it to Aug 13th sane, in one piece, and not an alcoholic :)  Oh and I almost forgot- forecast for today 105...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5880659623776045687?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5880659623776045687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5880659623776045687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5880659623776045687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5880659623776045687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-of-hell-i-mean-summer.html' title='First Day of Hell, I mean Summer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5271327872643137330</id><published>2008-06-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:48:47.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>I still have my Dad's cell and home phone number programmed into my phone and it really bummed me out that I wasn't not making a call today to wish him a Happy Father's Day.  So I am going to hold the one Dad and Hubby that fills my days with love :)  I love you Jon- Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5271327872643137330?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5271327872643137330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5271327872643137330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5271327872643137330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5271327872643137330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5094997999541392430</id><published>2008-06-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:44:44.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>As we were driving through the McDonald's Drive through last night I turned to my gorgeous girls in the back and said "Ok what do you guys want?" and Sam says "Chicken nuggets, duh"  I did a double take and said "Did you just say duh?"  Only a mother can be so proud that her two year old daughter said duh, but she actually used it correctly.  My baby has timing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5094997999541392430?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5094997999541392430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5094997999541392430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5094997999541392430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5094997999541392430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8968473469429763384</id><published>2008-06-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:18:13.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>So this is Julia's last week of school and as much I am looking forward to the non rush that summer brings, I am also dreading it.  Last summer Julia was in day camp through her preschool so I wasn't worried and Sam was still on two naps.  This summer will be totally different.  I am having a little anxiety with what I am going to do with two kids all day for 2 1/2 months in a place where is gets to be 110 degrees outside.  Yes, we have some activities planned, and yes we have friends to hang out with, but I can't be Mary Poppins everyday!  I know it sounds totally selfish, lame, and I should be thankful that I am able to stay home with my children, but I am just hoping that I can be the good mom I want to be without them driving me crazy.  Does anyone feel the same way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8968473469429763384?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8968473469429763384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8968473469429763384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8968473469429763384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8968473469429763384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2619565775153599660</id><published>2008-06-03T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:09:09.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>Why must children who I have taken to the park for 2 hours, take their sand filled shoes off on my bed?  Then why does the little one think its funny to take her diaper off and pee on the carpet all while the bigger one watches and laughs?  Why doesn't the bigger one use a napkin instead of her clothes and the little one when she is finished eating just puts it on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are no answers for these questions as they are children and it is their job to drive me crazy, but for once I would like there to be a day when everything goes according to plan.  Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2619565775153599660?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2619565775153599660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2619565775153599660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2619565775153599660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2619565775153599660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2732706257063360749</id><published>2008-05-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Firsts</title><content type='html'>So this week has been somewhat eventful which makes me happy because I actually have something to blog about!  Well I am cheating in a way because it is a picture post, but I have not put up any pics in a long time so I figured that canceled out my lack of blogging.  Anyway here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and her first swimming suit and lesson.  I have a thing for animal print on little girls so hence the 6.99 bathing suit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SD8coCAn6SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C0y-JMalK4E/s1600-h/samswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SD8coCAn6SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C0y-JMalK4E/s320/samswim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205911168323414306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Julia today going on her first ever field trip to meet her high school pen-pal.  She picked out her outfit since I am not allowed and wanted to take a shower in the morning so her hair would be straight.  I don't know where she gets all this from.  Couldn't be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SD8dBCAn6TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oca8we_DiJk/s1600-h/juliatrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SD8dBCAn6TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oca8we_DiJk/s320/juliatrip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205911597820143922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first bout ever with strep throat is officially over thanks to strong antibiotics!  No pic of me- figured I can not compete with the cuteness above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2732706257063360749?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2732706257063360749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2732706257063360749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2732706257063360749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2732706257063360749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-of-firsts.html' title='Week of Firsts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SD8coCAn6SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C0y-JMalK4E/s72-c/samswim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4906874595868034134</id><published>2008-05-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:57:13.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>Weather here is terrible!  Last year we were at a BBQ and swimming.  This year we are inside, with the heat on, and sick :(  I just got back from urgent care because I woke up this morning and seriously could not swallow.  I have never had that much pain in my throat before.  Well its strep so I have been banned to the upstairs portion of my house while the paranoid hubby cleans and disinfects.  So I thought I would jump on the computer and blog about it :)  Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying their day off and having something good to eat today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4906874595868034134?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4906874595868034134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4906874595868034134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4906874595868034134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4906874595868034134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8871659447974522860</id><published>2008-05-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:32:28.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain sucks when you have 2 kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8871659447974522860?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8871659447974522860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8871659447974522860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8871659447974522860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8871659447974522860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2921779969614704013</id><published>2008-05-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:48:44.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>YES I am one of the 3 people in American that didn't watch American Idol at all this season.  In fact I think that I haven't watched it since the first time.  It is my belief that is should be like Miss. America and only come once a year that way we don't get sick and tired of it.  That is my feeling about all other reality shows too, expect for "The Hills"- can't get enough of those girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hailed and is thundering at my house as we speak.  Cool huh?  Maybe.  Except it is a Stay at Home Mom's worst nightmare.  There is only so much coloring, playdo, and "Hannah Montana" I can take!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cousin called off her wedding.  And the best part it was at her actual bridal shower.  I will not go into details (if you want that them you can email me) but we will just say that I am so happy that she realized what kind of a situation she was getting herself in.  So hey if anyone needs a HUGE bridesmaid dress let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child can read!  I am so impressed.  It actually kinda freaks me out because it means she is not going to be my baby anymore.  More grey hairs to come for me.  Oh well I like getting my hair done anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDICTED to Scrabble on Facebook.  If you have one let me know and we can play.  I suck at it, but I figured its good for my brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that should be enough for now.  I am getting better at updating I think.  Now if only I had something cool and nifty to write about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2921779969614704013?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2921779969614704013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2921779969614704013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2921779969614704013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2921779969614704013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1635817678839442905</id><published>2008-05-20T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:09:07.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP SpongeBob and Mater</title><content type='html'>Well I found out last night that all my efforts with the frogs didn't work.  They were both dead by 9 pm that night.  It was either the trama of being out of water or I did something wrong.  Luckily there wasn't too much drama surrounding their death because they were replaced by goldfish the next day.  So I will forever be known as the frog killer amongest my friends eventhough its Sam's fault :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1635817678839442905?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1635817678839442905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1635817678839442905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1635817678839442905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1635817678839442905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip-spongebob-and-mater.html' title='RIP SpongeBob and Mater'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1578790130570575229</id><published>2008-05-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:29:48.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Green with Envy</title><content type='html'>Yes it seems there is a ton of crazy thoughts going through my head this week.  Well today I am living one.  As we speak I have 3 children, one who is crying in her bed because she will not take a nap, another who is in her room jumping from her bed to the floor and shaking my entire house, and the other is my friend Robin's little boy who I will be watching for the night.  Her oldest son comes after school in about 2 hours.  As I watched Robin leave all totally dressed up for her 4 day trip to Vegas with her hubby I was sooooo jealous.  Yet I know am being a good friend and that always comes back to you 10 times over, but damn how much would I love to be her right now.  Oh well, maybe someday I will be the one dropping my kids off, looking all hot, and saying "Call me if you need me" One can hope right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  So this afternoon turned out to be called "The Frog Incident"  We go to my friend's house to wait for her babysitter to show for the rest of the night.  I have to go outside really quick to turn off their hot tub that the kids were using.  I come back in the house and Samantha is screaming.  I run to see where she is and I looked down and she had totally knocked down their aquarium on to the carpet.  There was water, rocks, and little frogs everywhere!!  I freak out, she freaks out, Julia, freaks out, Jake freaks out, but Luke the older one tells us to stay calm.  We ended up catching one frog right away and most of the others were under the couch.  We waited and they all came out and we caught them.  Then I had to clean up glass, rocks, and water all over their carpet.  Then we all made the trip to PetCo to replace all the stuff.  I just didn't want to responsible for the frogs death.  Mind you all this happens within a 40 min time period.  Luckily when we get home frogs are still living and I re-did their tank and they seemed happy.  If that is not an excuse for a beer then I don't know what is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1578790130570575229?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1578790130570575229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1578790130570575229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1578790130570575229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1578790130570575229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with Envy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4838523331343104645</id><published>2008-05-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:49:02.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Crazy Thinking</title><content type='html'>I actually Googled 5K races in my area.  I have never thought about doing anything like that.  Yes I know its only 3.5 miles, but for me to actually think I can do that is a big deal for me.  I did it yesterday on the treadmill so maybe I will get enough courage to actually do it.  Who knows, maybe a marathon is next.  (Come on Summer lets do it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4838523331343104645?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4838523331343104645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4838523331343104645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4838523331343104645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4838523331343104645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-thinking.html' title='Crazy Thinking'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2657154353516774880</id><published>2008-05-11T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:55:59.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>When I was little I used to play with my Barbies a lot.  One would always kind of end up being the "loose" one of the group, one was always the "best friend" or "teacher", but the prettiest one I would always make the Mommy.  I remember that I would stuff a piece of Barbie clothing or a cotton ball into her dress she it looked like she had a tummy.   So when I look back I think I always wanted to be a Mommy.  My my Mom worked and did not stay home and I remember thinking that I want to be the mom that drove on field trips and made cupcakes for the bake sale.  No offense to my Mom because not only is she my role model, but she is the best Mom is the whole world!  I just knew that I wanted to be the Mom that was there all the time.  Don't get me wrong, I have moments where I wonder what in the hell was I thinking, but for the most part I love it.  As the girls get older it gets so much easier and so much more rewarding.  Today I got a bag full of pictures that Julia made for me.  There was about 10 in all.  Each one was a moment she remembered about us.  Of course there was a picture of us shopping, which honestly is a really good memory I have with my Mom.  It just made me feel so special that a 6 year old remembers 10 really good things about me.  I have some friends and of course my Sister in Law to be that are celebrating their first Mother's Day.  I don't really remember my first, but I am sure I felt pretty blessed.    And then I have my other more experienced Mom friends who are used to getting the attention for the day, but that feeling of being blessed never goes away.  So I am going to make sure I always feel that way when it comes to my girls.  Even when the going gets tough :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Mother's Day to all the awesome Moms out there!  You deserve every once of respect and love that I can give!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2657154353516774880?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2657154353516774880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2657154353516774880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2657154353516774880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2657154353516774880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-988577217969992059</id><published>2008-05-03T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:04:59.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell Have I Been??</title><content type='html'>I am here- not dead.  Busy in the The Mommy Files household.  First it was my birthday which was pretty uneventful.  Got a facial, pedicure, waxed- the usual pampering.  Next it was Julia's 6th birthday (holy cow!!) and we spent that at the "American Girl" store in Hollywood, CA with my niece, SIL and BIL.  If there was ever a place where a girl could be a girl that was it.  I was in the bathroom while we were there and there was this little girl bawling her eyes out and I thought to myself "Of course in a place full of girls there would be one crying in the bathroom".  But all in all it was amazing.  The store was awesome, the cafe was great, and Julia is in love with her doll that looks just like her. I will not even go to how much this birthday cost, but it was worth it!  Even saw Jared Leto (aka Jordan Catalano from "My So Called Life) and Patrica Heaton ("Everybody Loves Raymond") which is a good thing for my celebrity obsessed brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I applied in January for Julia to go to the new magnet school in our area after hearing about it through the school district.  Now I may have never mentioned this, but Julia is a budding artist.  There is not a day goes by that she is not making something.  Yesterday she took the stuffing out of one of her stuffed animals and used it as hair for a picture for her Nana.  Of course I couldn't get mad because it was very creative :)  So anyway, I got the call that she was accepted.  We are very excited!   And the best part is it is free because it is a public school :)     I was told that they play classical music during recess and lunch time so we will see what how this new adventure goes.  My parents never encouraged any talents that I may have had as a child so it makes me happy that I can do that for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 2 year old in my life who said to me today "I want a diet coke" she is just as cute as can be, yet as mean as they get :)  Well not mean, but she is 2 and full of drama.  I mean the girl can cry and scream over nothing (which she likes to do every 15 min or so) and we have all become very immune to it.  Thats the only way we can deal :)  But of course she has her awesome moments like when she sits at the dinner table with her head on my shoulder.  So I will take it all just because she is my Sammie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing my workout out 4-5 times and week and I have been become quite a regular at the gym.  The instructors even know my name.  I feel awesome about myself and that is what matters to me the most.  I am not a good dieter, but I am still buying smaller clothes.  And my bridesmaid dress has to be taken in 4 inches which made me very happy!  So whatever I am doing its working :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are- updated and informed.  I totally suck lately at this blog thing lately.  I will try hard to post some pictures soon too :)  Thanks for still reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-988577217969992059?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/988577217969992059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=988577217969992059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/988577217969992059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/988577217969992059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-hell-have-i-been.html' title='Where the Hell Have I Been??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1650655617963542617</id><published>2008-04-10T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:22:12.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>You Know When...</title><content type='html'>You know when you are having trouble with you diet when you start dipping parts of a Hershey bar into the low calorie peanut butter and thinking "Well the PB is diet food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1650655617963542617?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1650655617963542617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1650655617963542617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1650655617963542617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1650655617963542617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-when.html' title='You Know When...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4306022234026048340</id><published>2008-04-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:20:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>My Big Bro will hopefully be a first time Daddy today.  His girlfriend is 8 days overdue and she was induced this morning.  Let's pray that little Cole makes it here today!  I can't wait to see my new nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update- Baby Cole arrived on April 8th at 3:59.  He weighed 7 lbs. 11 oz.  Is in the NICU because his little lungs were full of fluid, but it is doing fine now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4306022234026048340?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4306022234026048340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4306022234026048340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4306022234026048340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4306022234026048340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1455349581219523763</id><published>2008-04-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:38:44.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>32 and counting...</title><content type='html'>"I want a party with room fulls of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand tons of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't get the things I am after&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to scream!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Veruca Salt from "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1455349581219523763?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1455349581219523763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1455349581219523763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1455349581219523763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1455349581219523763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/32-and-counting.html' title='32 and counting...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4240376405788655789</id><published>2008-03-26T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:58:43.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wobbler</title><content type='html'>The other day Jon and I decided that we could keep a chart of how many tantrums Sam throws in one day- from morning till bed time.  She has these little freaks outs where is there is full tears, the loudest scream and cry you have ever heard, and stomping of her little feet.  They last about 45 seconds and then she is fine.  We call them wobblers- its just enough to drive you crazy!  Anyway, I guessed 25, Jon said 30, and Julia guessed 10 because honestly she does have a lot in one day. Those were just nice estimates :)  Well at 8 pm when we put her to bed, there were 17 little tick marks on the chart.  17!!  Jon and I laughed, but at the same time all I could think was is it going to worse?  Also, she has learned to cross her arms and say "I don't want to" whenever you ask her to do something.  I guess I just forgot how it was to have a 2 year old, but man I am making up for lost time.  Thank god for Advil and "The Hills" coming back on TV (and maybe a little cocktail now and then) or I don't think I would make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4240376405788655789?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4240376405788655789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4240376405788655789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4240376405788655789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4240376405788655789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/wobbler.html' title='The Wobbler'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7880253932034487641</id><published>2008-03-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two year Old in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/R9qQTQW1KKI/AAAAAAAAADw/rkAcoqDQFhU/s1600-h/Amanda+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/R9qQTQW1KKI/AAAAAAAAADw/rkAcoqDQFhU/s320/Amanda+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609382098446498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Samantha is two years old!!  And she woke up in bad mood, seeing that her job as a two year old started about a month ago.  I have never been yelled at so much in my life!!!  She is very demanding, moody, in love with her daddy, and yet you see the face a curls and you melt.  So Happy Birthday to my last little one.  Mommy loves you and are happy that you are the way you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7880253932034487641?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7880253932034487641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7880253932034487641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7880253932034487641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7880253932034487641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-year-old-in-my-life.html' title='The Two year Old in My Life'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/R9qQTQW1KKI/AAAAAAAAADw/rkAcoqDQFhU/s72-c/Amanda+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1653761460685668158</id><published>2008-03-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:53:14.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Sick to my Stomach</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I recieved a phone call from the principle of Julia's school, informing the parents that a boy was almost abducted not even a mile from my house.  He actually had to run to someone's house because after the man told him to get in the car, he followed him.  The mintue I heard the story I started to tear up.  Our neighborhood?  What the hell???  It makes me want stay in my house at all times or patrol my neighborhood with a bat looking for this car.  I remember my mom saying "Be home at dark" and we would ride our bikes for miles and never had a care.  My daughters will never feel that freedom because of things like this.  I don't feel safe anymore and that is not something I ever I thought I would feel in my own neighborhood.  What is this world coming too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1653761460685668158?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1653761460685668158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1653761460685668158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1653761460685668158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1653761460685668158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-to-my-stomach.html' title='Sick to my Stomach'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3356332317738678087</id><published>2008-03-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:45:45.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Summie</title><content type='html'>Well he is here!!  Summer had a baby last night- 43 mintues of labor- you go girl!!  I really don't know much deatils, but he weighed 7.5 lbs.  Congrats my BFF- I love you and I can't wait to see the new little guy in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3356332317738678087?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3356332317738678087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3356332317738678087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3356332317738678087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3356332317738678087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-my-summie.html' title='For My Summie'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4157452337448737775</id><published>2008-03-07T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:29:08.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Summer #2</title><content type='html'>Well looks like the home stretch- please go show her some &lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;.  She needs it bad :)  I love you girl and I can not wait to meet the new addition to your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4157452337448737775?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4157452337448737775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4157452337448737775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4157452337448737775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4157452337448737775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-summer-2.html' title='For Summer #2'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3389026067423942147</id><published>2008-03-04T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:52:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Summer</title><content type='html'>Hey you- yes you- my BFF.  Instead of texting me that you are not in labor- call me!  You are making more anxious then if you were actually in labor!  Maybe my prediction of March 5th will come true!  I will keep my fingers crossed.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 2 cm and 100% effaced, 11 days till her due date- what do you guys think?  Any time right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3389026067423942147?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3389026067423942147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3389026067423942147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3389026067423942147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3389026067423942147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-summer.html' title='For Summer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8792456552547930025</id><published>2008-02-28T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:24:54.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>When you volunteer in your daughters class room- DO NOT go on a day when the teacher is sick.  I had to run a class room full of kindergarters today.  Sucked!  I don't know how teachers do it!  I am not good at being mean helper mom and I had to be :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8792456552547930025?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8792456552547930025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8792456552547930025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8792456552547930025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8792456552547930025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2192069926275561305</id><published>2008-02-21T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:47:18.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My Latest Obsession</title><content type='html'>JEANS!!!  Now that I have gone down two sizes I can not find jeans that fit.  The are either too big in the but and thighs, or too low waisted so I have a so called "muffin top".  And since I am short, I have to have a short length, but I am willing to go get them altered.  I tired on at least 15 pairs today and none of them worked!  Anyone have any good suggestions on a brand of jeans that they love?  I am can fit into the Gap and Old Navy, but I want like a nice pair that I could use.  Please help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2192069926275561305?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2192069926275561305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2192069926275561305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2192069926275561305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2192069926275561305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My Latest Obsession'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6045754308514030630</id><published>2008-02-18T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:44:49.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Day Off</title><content type='html'>Well like others there is no school today and it is either a fantastic thing or a totally horrible thing.  They both just woke up so I have not been able to gage what kind of day it will be so far.  My children are the type that if we stay home all day then they will drive me and each other crazy.  I can not go to the gym because Sam has a snotty nose and I hate to that mom that brings sick kids where there are other kids.  I can put $100 down though and say that she will not be the only one in the gym daycare with a cold, but I would still be worried about it.  Let's pray for sun so at least a trip to the park can happen.  Shopping is out of the question becuase Julia is at the age where she thinks she should have something in every store we go into to.  It could be a store filled with bags of nails and she will ask over and over if she can have some.  So I am playing Mary Poppins today and coloring, painting, playing Barbies, watching kid TV, in hopes that this day off is a pleasent one (just wish I had some chalk drawings to jump into).  At least till this afternoon when Julia goes to the doctor for a checkup and realizes she will be getting a chicken pox shot.  That is when you know what will hit the fan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6045754308514030630?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6045754308514030630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6045754308514030630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6045754308514030630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6045754308514030630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-off.html' title='The Day Off'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2111147747070277812</id><published>2008-02-13T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:52:55.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Low Down</title><content type='html'>God it feels good to be back.  Maybe its cause I am so girly and pretty now!  I mean we do have a house full of chicks here (don't tell the hubby, but he is included in that grouping cause he cried watching &lt;a href="http://message-bottle.warnerbros.com/"&gt;"Message in a Bottle"&lt;/a&gt;)  so I thought it was appropriate to have some pink!  Anyway I wanted to give you all an update on the people in Casa De Mommy Files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia is now in her 107th day of Kindergarten.  I only know that cause they keep track.  She loves it!  She can kinda read now, which blows me away sometimes.  I volunteer in her classroom on Thursdays and I love being a part of their learning experience.  She can also ride her bike without training wheels which took a couple tumbles before achieving, but now she rocks.  We are still obessed with Hannah Montana and went to the 3D movie last week.  Sad that I was singing right along with her.  Other than that she is just a really cool kid.  She has her moments, but that is her job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha will be 2 in a month!  Now this one is the one who needs to slow down cause my baby is going away.  She talks now- favorite thing to say is "What you doing?" and she will yell for everyone by saying "Guys!!!" really loud.  Its too cute.  She has full blown curly hair and thinks she is the funniest thing ever.  She doesn't eat much, but the doctor said that was normal.  We had a bit of a scare because she walks with a limp (still have not figured out why) and they thought maybe she has Leukemia.  Was not a fun day, but it all turned out fine.  All in all she is your typical 2 year old- terrible and everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby turned 43 last week and he was not happy about it.  Such a grump!  Guys are so funny when it comes to that kinda stuff.  I want the world to know when its my birthday!  Anyway, he now works 3 miles from home so he comes home for lunch everyday.  So yes he has it made pretty good.  Other than that he is just doing his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for me.  Well I have been on a diet for 10 weeks now.  This time seems to be a lot slower in progress as for pounds, but I have gone down 2 sizes and everyone tells me they can see it.  I go the gym almost everyday as much as resist.  I have so much more energy and my mood is a lot better.  I do have a bridesmaid dress on order so I am hoping when it comes to trying it on it will be too big :)  I have also noticed that more energy means that my house is cleaner and the laundry actually gets done!  Its amazing!  So that is pretty much what I have been concentrating on lately.  I have this idea that I am going to look like another person by the end of the year and I am sticking to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it everyone in a nutshell.  I wish I had some good updated pics.  That will be my next task :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2111147747070277812?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2111147747070277812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2111147747070277812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2111147747070277812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2111147747070277812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/low-down.html' title='The Low Down'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7284824051285381023</id><published>2008-02-13T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:40:41.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Mia at The Blog Cafe I look so darn gorgeous!  Now I feel modivated to write on this blog and make it the great thing that it once was.  So my update post will come this afternoon as I am in the middle of getting one kid ready for school, the other from throwing a 2 year old tantrum over juice, and me for the gym.  So hopefully you guys will welcome me back into your blogging world- I look forward to reading all about yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7284824051285381023?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7284824051285381023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7284824051285381023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7284824051285381023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7284824051285381023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty.html' title='I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5434788208952705708</id><published>2008-01-26T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:48:23.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Wait for it....</title><content type='html'>Ok a new design is coming my way thanks to my girls at &lt;a href="http://www.ciaomybella.com/"&gt;The Blog Cafe&lt;/a&gt;.   They have done all my designs thus far and they rock!  Then I will be happy to be back in Bloggy land with all my fellow Mommies.  Also I will let you know that I have been a girl on a mission with my weight- 10 lbs so far!  I am going to be a bridesmaid so I am going to look hot since I am the oldest one, have kids, and grey hair!   So lets hope I can be witty and funny to keep you guys coming back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5434788208952705708?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5434788208952705708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5434788208952705708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5434788208952705708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5434788208952705708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/wait-for-it.html' title='Wait for it....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3757691809170586020</id><published>2008-01-21T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:26:28.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Really Back....</title><content type='html'>Just had to say I really don't enjoy "Max and Ruby".  I think that little girl bunny is bossy and mean to her brother.  I would rather watch 15 episodes in a row of "The Wiggles" before I watch that show again.  We need more shows like "Yo Gabba Gabba" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3757691809170586020?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3757691809170586020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3757691809170586020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3757691809170586020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3757691809170586020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-really-back.html' title='Not Really Back....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1806156591670955545</id><published>2007-11-09T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:04:28.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>Well I think with my lack of posts and interest in figuring out what to write- I am officially taking a blogging break.  I was thinking that maybe I will come back in the new year with a new design and a new outlook at thing.  This has been a part of my life for almost 4 years and I am so grateful for all the people I have met through here.  I have been able to express things that I would have never been able to.  You have been there has Julia grew, Samantha was born, and the death of my Father- with all of your support I would have never made it.  I thank all of you and I will still be stalking you and seeing what is up in your lives.  I love you all and I once again Thank You for making my blogging experience such an awesome one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tuesday, Renee, Summer, Gabrielle, Jazzy, Kelly, Lisanne, and all my other blogging girls- thank you and I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1806156591670955545?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1806156591670955545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1806156591670955545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1806156591670955545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1806156591670955545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7384367437287722890</id><published>2007-10-10T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>You Know When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know when its time to leave Disneyland when your kids look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Rw2EBhJL0UI/AAAAAAAAADg/ATUc1KNEOvs/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119893513001750850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Rw2EBhJL0UI/AAAAAAAAADg/ATUc1KNEOvs/s320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Rw2EJRJL0VI/AAAAAAAAADo/v0ltW8OC5zQ/s1600-h/pissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119893646145737042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Rw2EJRJL0VI/AAAAAAAAADo/v0ltW8OC5zQ/s320/pissed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all it was a fun, long, hot, but awesome day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7384367437287722890?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7384367437287722890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7384367437287722890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7384367437287722890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7384367437287722890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-when.html' title='You Know When...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/Rw2EBhJL0UI/AAAAAAAAADg/ATUc1KNEOvs/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8222308414517499617</id><published>2007-09-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is like baby mania everywhere I go! &lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://agirlandherlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shootersstation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazzy&lt;/a&gt;, and now my brother's girlfriend (yes I am going to be an auntie again!) are all knocked up. I just wish that one of you lived within a 10-20 minute drive so I can hold, cuddle, and kiss those new babies. No, I don't want one of my own- I just want one I can visit and spoil. Just one please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been actually getting my fat ass to walk the kid to school everyday. Its 1 mile each way and I put my Ipod on for the walk back while Sam eats a snack. I am really enjoying it. Makes me feel like a did something with my morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hair done on Saturday and she curled it when she was done. It looked hot! When I walked out of the salon some lady said that my hair looked so cute and said was it really mine. Wasn't sure if that was a compliment or if my hair looked that fake. And yes all 80 tons of hair that I have is mine. Took me 3 years to grow and as much as I want to cut it off like Katie Holmes, I am proud of my will power :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having cooking block lately. I don't want to cook, yet have to, and when I do I have no idea what to make. I need to be more savvy like my &lt;a href="http://www.petersonwill.com/blogger.html"&gt;SIL&lt;/a&gt; and actually sit down to think about it. She works full time and still manages to make full blown meals everyday. I need to figure that out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad they recalled Polly Pocket. Now I can have an excuse to get rid of the 123,000 little pieces that litter my family room on a daily basis. Maybe I need to lay them all out and suck them up with the vacuum. Boy I am such a good mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one last thing- a picture of the girls in all of their sisterness :) Have an awesome Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RvfeNRJL0TI/AAAAAAAAADY/n4yGcLKzTqk/s1600-h/0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113800221424079154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RvfeNRJL0TI/AAAAAAAAADY/n4yGcLKzTqk/s320/0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8222308414517499617?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8222308414517499617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8222308414517499617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8222308414517499617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8222308414517499617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RvfeNRJL0TI/AAAAAAAAADY/n4yGcLKzTqk/s72-c/0251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8064831434829626447</id><published>2007-09-19T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:43:06.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A Hard Day</title><content type='html'>Today would have been my Dad's 59th birthday.  I woke up this morning and that was the first thing I thought about.  I still have his phone numbers programmed into my cell phone and I really wanted to call.  So I called my brother instead.  Not a day goes by that I don't wish I could call him even if it just to hear his voice for a minute.  I honestly didn't think that today would be so hard.  Silly me for thinking that I was going to me unemotional today.  I just keep thinking that he is watching me and my family and that comforts me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday Dad!  I love you and miss you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8064831434829626447?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8064831434829626447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8064831434829626447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8064831434829626447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8064831434829626447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/hard-day.html' title='A Hard Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2919434135648647091</id><published>2007-09-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:24:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come??</title><content type='html'>How come it's so freaking hot??  Seriously 112 is not cool (in two senses of the word)  I am not happy about keeping my children locked up in the AC all the time.  There is only so much "Hannah Montana" and "The Suite Life" I can take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come Julia get three good day cards at school for listening and when she gets home she is a totally different child?  I mean I know the teacher is nice, but so am I (ok sometimes)  Do I need to start giving out good day cards to get her to listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come cottage cheese tastes so good?  I could eat that stuff all day long.  Especially with salt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come this post sucks??  Sorry I know this blog has been terrible lately :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2919434135648647091?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2919434135648647091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2919434135648647091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2919434135648647091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2919434135648647091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-come.html' title='How Come??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8913574481880432407</id><published>2007-08-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:30.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I sit here and try and figure out what to write, Samantha is shoving a plastic dress up shoe in my face and crying. Why? Cause she thinks she is 5. She wants to wear them like her sister and can't quite figure it out. She will not sit in a high chair or the booster seat at the table because she wants to be just like Julia. Does that mean she can go to school now because I need a break :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its been a long time since I have been around. This everyday school thing is kicking my ass. And it sucks cause its half day so I feel like once I drop her off I have to turn around and pick her up again. She loves it though! We had homework for the first time last night and she was so excited. I am sure that will all change when she realizes that is an everyday thing. But she is doing really well and is having a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, we bought a treadmill and my ass is actually using it. I put on "Sex and the City" and work out to those girls. Jon has been using it to, so I am glad we spent the money. Better than the gym :) Other than that I am just here, reading you blogs, doing laundry, and trying to not think about what to eat all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a cute picture of Sam since she has not been up here is a long time. Thanks for still reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RtWkB0sZM3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/x5Kam-pL5KM/s1600-h/Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104166103925994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RtWkB0sZM3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/x5Kam-pL5KM/s320/Sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Amanda&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/6465240-8913574481880432407?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8913574481880432407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8913574481880432407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8913574481880432407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8913574481880432407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-dead.html' title='Not Dead'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RtWkB0sZM3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/x5Kam-pL5KM/s72-c/Sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7340996049629393069</id><published>2007-08-13T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RsC5TbOIqlI/AAAAAAAAACI/t55kTJjsVN4/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098278521559099986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RsC5TbOIqlI/AAAAAAAAACI/t55kTJjsVN4/s320/First+Day+of+School2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RsC5O7OIqkI/AAAAAAAAACA/BR_t7r7FPjg/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098278444249688642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RsC5O7OIqkI/AAAAAAAAACA/BR_t7r7FPjg/s320/First+Day+of+School1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Julia's first day of Kindergarten. She had her first day of school outfit, new backpack, and shoes. She was so excited! Little does she know that is this the next 12 years of her life! Today I also missed my Dad because this is something he would have not wanted to miss. I knew he was there though :) My baby is all grown up folks :( I want to squeeze her forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Amanda&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/6465240-7340996049629393069?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7340996049629393069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7340996049629393069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7340996049629393069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7340996049629393069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RsC5TbOIqlI/AAAAAAAAACI/t55kTJjsVN4/s72-c/First+Day+of+School2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8017864293796679227</id><published>2007-08-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:38:01.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The End of it All</title><content type='html'>Well Harry Potter now sits on my bedside table all finished. Cried my eyes out. So good. What am I going to read now??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8017864293796679227?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8017864293796679227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8017864293796679227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8017864293796679227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8017864293796679227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-of-it-all.html' title='The End of it All'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-2464477232832167869</id><published>2007-07-26T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:32:36.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Number of people in this house that have thrown up: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of people with the problem in the other end:1&lt;br /&gt;Number times being barfed on: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of times barf in my hair : 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I had barf on my back :1&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I have changed our sheets :3&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I have changed Sam's: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of loads of laundry I have done: 6&lt;br /&gt;Number of loads of laundry left to do: 8,786&lt;br /&gt;Number of gallons of 7-up: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I thought I was going puked myself to death: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I have plotted against the family at day camp who brought their kid with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plague&lt;/span&gt;: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of pages of Harry Potter read : 156&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-2464477232832167869?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2464477232832167869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=2464477232832167869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2464477232832167869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/2464477232832167869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7844145325036641890</id><published>2007-07-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:25:15.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Yow Know When...</title><content type='html'>You know when you are a total mom when you are driving alone (in a mini van I might add) and you are blasting your daughter's &lt;a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/hannahmontana/index.html"&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/a&gt; CD.  The kicker- you know all the words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7844145325036641890?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7844145325036641890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7844145325036641890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7844145325036641890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7844145325036641890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/yow-know-when.html' title='Yow Know When...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-876681767308553207</id><published>2007-07-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:46:15.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I know I know I suck so bad at this blogging thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so its been a long ass time. I know. I feel bad. I feel even worse that I really have nothing new and exciting to talk about. Which then makes me sad cause it means I have no life :) But then it could also mean that things are so good that nothing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; about is good? Either way I should at least be updating my blog every once and a while. I am sure I have lost most of my readers do to the fact that the last two posts have been pictures :) They are good pictures though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am getting my IUD. A little nervous. And I am having issues with the fact that they wanted to do it while I was on my period and so my thought is how am I going to be sitting on the table with nothing but a paper gown and nothing on protecting the mess down there. Yes that might be WAY too much info, but I am a girl and most of you are girls so I bet you would think the same thing. So anyway that is happening today. No kids for me for 5 years and I am totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well there you have it. My VERY boring life and now you all know that I am on my period :) So what is going on with you? Please tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-876681767308553207?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/876681767308553207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=876681767308553207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/876681767308553207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/876681767308553207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-know-i-suck-so-bad-at-this.html' title='I know I know I suck so bad at this blogging thing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1574955043141239686</id><published>2007-06-28T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>Yes I Know....She is Freaking Adorable!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RoRBDZ6EyHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pEQJQcpKkc8/s1600-h/JuliaDance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081257806330644594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RoRBDZ6EyHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pEQJQcpKkc8/s320/JuliaDance2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um.. Hello? When did my kid get to be the cutest girl ever??  Sure does not take after me! Oh man I am going to miss this one day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1574955043141239686?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1574955043141239686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1574955043141239686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1574955043141239686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1574955043141239686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-i-knowshe-is-freaking-adorable.html' title='Yes I Know....She is Freaking Adorable!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RoRBDZ6EyHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pEQJQcpKkc8/s72-c/JuliaDance2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-9194859223690289258</id><published>2007-06-26T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RoG-Tp6EyGI/AAAAAAAAABw/_TjeEfPdraY/s1600-h/DSC02250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080551099526858850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RoG-Tp6EyGI/AAAAAAAAABw/_TjeEfPdraY/s320/DSC02250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to visit my &lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com/"&gt;BFF Summer&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend. I had so much fun! We shopped and drank way too much! But I have to say we are hot bitches! I love you girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-9194859223690289258?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9194859223690289258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=9194859223690289258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/9194859223690289258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/9194859223690289258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RoG-Tp6EyGI/AAAAAAAAABw/_TjeEfPdraY/s72-c/DSC02250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-8221681152784129396</id><published>2007-06-17T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:42:34.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me this morning that on Father's Day, Dads should be celebrating the joys of Fatherhood.  So doesn't that mean that us Moms should leave for the day and go shopping so they can experience that joy all day long??  Ok I know far fetched idea :)  Anyway, Happy Father's Day to my adorable husband and to all the Dad's out there.  And especially to my Dad who I miss very much and still think about everyday- I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-8221681152784129396?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8221681152784129396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=8221681152784129396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8221681152784129396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/8221681152784129396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3430159770688645575</id><published>2007-06-15T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:36:28.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl stuff'/><title type='text'>Like a Dumbass</title><content type='html'>So I was reading Cosmo and I came across an article about taking the pill.  It said that I didn't have to have a period and I can just keep taking my active pills and I wouldn't get one.  Well this made perfect sense to me and since Cosmo is full of smart and truthful information (ha ha ha) I decided I would try it.  Well guess what?  You can't trick your body that has been doing the same thing since you were 13 years old- with and without the pill.  So I have had 2 periods in 2 weeks.  The first one a week after my little experiment of not giving my body that week break of the pill and one now because I am done with the pack of pills I used and so its logical that I would get a period.  So yeah for me!!  I am bloated, tired, crabby, and best part I have broken out all over my face.  So like a dumbass I thought I could fool the system.  So I guess I should stop taking Cosmo's advice.  Yet I really wanted to try the "10 Best Things you can do for your Husband in Bed" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3430159770688645575?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3430159770688645575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3430159770688645575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3430159770688645575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3430159770688645575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-dumbass.html' title='Like a Dumbass'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1453374074438332373</id><published>2007-06-07T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:40:20.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Yes &lt;a href="http://www.naenaeinnc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nae Nae&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and thank god cause I have nothing to blog about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Jon and I had moved in to our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; since we lived with a CRAZY roommate. I was working at the YMCA and going to school since I was 21 and really needed to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago? I had a new little baby and was adjusting to life with 2 kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peanut M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheeze&lt;/span&gt; Its&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hummus&lt;/span&gt; and pita chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chips and salsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five songs that you know all the lyrics to: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything by Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; cause you know him and I are secret lovers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Material Girl by Madonna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Heart So Blue by Erasure (that one is for Summer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rio by Duran Duran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake Me Up Before you Go Go by Wham (what can I say- great work out Song)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy my mom a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a healthy cook and personal trainer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off any debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my whole family and best friends on huge vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure my girls are secure for the rest of their lives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Internet- love it. Hard to be without it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping for clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swearing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking anything that is on my face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total phone whore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laying out with a good book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going out to eat- just something about being served&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking- something about getting praise cause it is so darn good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing with my kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out and watching "The Sopranos" with the hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five things you would never wear again:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bangs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My really fat jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything from Wet Seal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LA Gear High Tops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dress I wore to my Dad's funeral&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; shuffle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The DVD player in the mini van- got have one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julia's Barbie Dream House- I could sit and play with that for ages!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so there you have it. If you would like to participate please do so :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1453374074438332373?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1453374074438332373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1453374074438332373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1453374074438332373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1453374074438332373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3105489782825780225</id><published>2007-06-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:57:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Toilets Attack</title><content type='html'>So last night around 6:30 pm, Jon goes down the stairs to water the grass in the backyard.  Next thing I heard was "Oh My God!  Oh My God!"  so of course I come running down the stairs.  I see what he is freaking about.  The toilet in the downstairs bathroom has flooded our family room!  Luckily it is tile downstairs, but I also have a very large rug that was totally soaked.  I don't know if you have ever experinced this, but it is not pretty.  It's a toliet for one (yeah yuck) and it is tons of water!  So we sat there for a good 10 minutes, swearing because that is what you would do, and trying to figure out what to do.  Well after an hour of cleaning and such, we had it all cleaned up and disinfected.  Now I get to go get a new rug and can admire my clean floors which of course will be dirty by tomorrow because I have two kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3105489782825780225?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3105489782825780225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3105489782825780225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3105489782825780225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3105489782825780225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-toilets-attack.html' title='When Toilets Attack'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-6290963663783876143</id><published>2007-05-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samantha'/><title type='text'>15 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RlRci_ejmMI/AAAAAAAAABg/jPAt9ViJD24/s1600-h/Julia15months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067777236923553986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RlRci_ejmMI/AAAAAAAAABg/jPAt9ViJD24/s320/Julia15months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RlRcsPejmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/E-WIAtC2A_I/s1600-h/sam15months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067777395837343954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RlRcsPejmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/E-WIAtC2A_I/s320/sam15months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Samantha is 15 months now and I found this picture of Julia at the same age. You can so tell they are sisters! And they are both so cute! I am a little bias because they are mine, but isn't that what mothers are for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-6290963663783876143?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6290963663783876143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=6290963663783876143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6290963663783876143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/6290963663783876143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/15-months.html' title='15 Months'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RlRci_ejmMI/AAAAAAAAABg/jPAt9ViJD24/s72-c/Julia15months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1524781431858010840</id><published>2007-05-21T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T09:45:24.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Gyno, Waxing, and Diets- Oh My!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I get to visit the world's cutest Gynecologist. He delivered Samantha so he has seen it all and then some. Still makes me nervous though. I seem to always get stuck with the ones that are my age and cute! Well whatever I will deal. I am also doing the big waxing again this week. Why you ask? Because it was awesome. I mean the actual waxing part sucks, but I loved the results. It definitely worked in this house :) And then there is the diet I am starting today. &lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com"&gt;The Drama Mama&lt;/a&gt; and I have done this before and we both lost 43 lbs! Luckily I do not weigh as much as I did back then, so another 40 lbs, I will be hot! Anyway, wish me some luck on my week adventures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1524781431858010840?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1524781431858010840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1524781431858010840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1524781431858010840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1524781431858010840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/gyno-waxing-and-diets-oh-my.html' title='Gyno, Waxing, and Diets- Oh My!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-3381741530480358684</id><published>2007-05-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:39:49.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me and My Ace Bandage</title><content type='html'>So my ace bandage and I have become quite attached. I have to wear it for support for my poor still huge ankle. I feel naked without it. I think I need to go to the my local craft store and bedazzle it or Tye dye it. Ok so I just thought of a million dollar idea- don't steal it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing much going on here. Julia had her dance pictures- they are bees. When I get them back I will post them cause they are cutest things you have ever seen! Samantha has officially become the child that no one wants, yet you have to because she is just so freaking cute!. She has figured out how to throw a tantrum- arching the back and all. At 14 months that is pretty smart. So yeah for me and having 2 Drama Queens. So I guess there will be a lot of drinking in my future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone has a great weekend and the sun is shining where ever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-3381741530480358684?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3381741530480358684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=3381741530480358684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3381741530480358684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/3381741530480358684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-me-and-my-ace-bandage.html' title='Just Me and My Ace Bandage'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-5194917033737477437</id><published>2007-05-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:04:12.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>In need of a very big cocktail.  Anyone else??  And for all the World's Best Moms- Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-5194917033737477437?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5194917033737477437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=5194917033737477437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5194917033737477437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/5194917033737477437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-7090724185017467378</id><published>2007-05-03T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:31.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Why I Love My Husband- Reason #12,986</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RjpK5pchixI/AAAAAAAAABI/dUOHm1Ngofk/s1600-h/51lpB-f8oaL__AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RjpK5pchixI/AAAAAAAAABI/dUOHm1Ngofk/s320/51lpB-f8oaL__AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060439485542664978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not only did he work from home this whole week, was at my beck and call, but look at what he came home with. There is nothing like a little Dylan Mckay to melt my heart. And &lt;a href="http://thedramamama.blogspot.com"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;- it has a CD with all the songs from the show!!! I am now going to be flashing back to 10Th grade all day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-7090724185017467378?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7090724185017467378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=7090724185017467378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7090724185017467378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/7090724185017467378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-i-love-my-husband-reason-12986.html' title='Why I Love My Husband- Reason #12,986'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RjpK5pchixI/AAAAAAAAABI/dUOHm1Ngofk/s72-c/51lpB-f8oaL__AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1295127464976234996</id><published>2007-05-01T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:32.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Black and Blue of it All  (not for those who don't like gross stuff)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RjewAJchiwI/AAAAAAAAABA/LJwsHqRLToI/s1600-h/0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RjewAJchiwI/AAAAAAAAABA/LJwsHqRLToI/s320/0281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059706222956088066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is- my ankle.  Isn't it pretty?  Don't you wish you could be me?  Aren't drugs wonderful?  What did people do without them way back when?  No I am not any right now.  I think they call this being stir crazy :)  And I have come to notice that I do a lot more than I thought around here and when I can't do it, it does not get done.  And that is nothing against my wonderful husband who has been doing an awesome job taking care of anything.  I just now know that I do a pretty good job at this mommy stuff.  Too bad it took this to get me to come to that conclusion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1295127464976234996?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1295127464976234996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1295127464976234996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1295127464976234996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1295127464976234996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-and-blue-of-it-all-not-for-those.html' title='The Black and Blue of it All  (not for those who don&apos;t like gross stuff)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/RjewAJchiwI/AAAAAAAAABA/LJwsHqRLToI/s72-c/0281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-4094531291918361335</id><published>2007-04-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:44:54.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Guess What??</title><content type='html'>I broke my ankle and got nominated for&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerschoiceawards.com/search?query=mommyfiles.blogspot.com"&gt; Hottest Mommy Blogger &lt;/a&gt;all in the same day. Oh yeah and two posts- I am a roll!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I slipped and fell at the park trying to rescue my child from the money bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-4094531291918361335?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4094531291918361335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=4094531291918361335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4094531291918361335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/4094531291918361335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-guess-what.html' title='So Guess What??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465240.post-1756721748395081909</id><published>2007-04-27T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:57:11.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samantha'/><title type='text'>I Better Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://agirlandherlife.blogspot.com"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; informed me that I better update my blog. I reminded her that my blog sucks and that I suck cause I have hardly anything to write about. So here is my attempt at writing a post- bear with me :) We have just been hanging out lately. We went and saw the play &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/"&gt;"Wicked"&lt;/a&gt; last Saturday in LA and I think Julia has decided that she wants to be a Broadway Star. That is fine by me- gets me the good seats in the house :) Samantha now says "Baby" and "Apple" so I guess that means I am doing a pretty good job. She now walks me in her room at night, saying "Ni-Ni, Ni-Ni" which means she wants to got to sleep. It is so cute. I had to rock, sing, read books, lay there till she feel asleep with Julia. Amazing how different they are as babies. I think I would want a ton of kids if they were all that easy. Wait- did i just say that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are going to Arizona next week for 4 days to visit my brother for his 35Th birthday. He has a pool and a dog so that is all Julia has been talking about. I also made him this DVD of all these old pictures that I found in my dad's things and put them to music. I used the Beatles song "In My Life" and it makes me cry every time I watch it. I am sure it will make him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to a psychic the other day and she told me some things that made my head swim. I guess I am going to live to be 91- yeah for me! No major health problems. I am an extremely lucky person so if you want me to go to Vegas with you I am there! Also that my dad has been with me everyday for the last 3 months. I kind of knew that, but it was nice to hear. She says he is here because I have not done something that he wants me to do. I wish I knew what it was. It would be nice if he would visit my brother for a change :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since the hubby is afraid of getting fixed (aka vasectomy) I think I might get an IUD implanted. Anyone have one and want to tell me about it? I have heard some good and some bad, but never actually talked to someone with it. I am an okay pill taker. I just don't want to have to worry about it all the time. Yes this is a total mom blog so I can talk about this stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so there is my update. All for you Tuesday- who by the way should call me sometime. I hope everyone has a great weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465240-1756721748395081909?l=mommyfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1756721748395081909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465240&amp;postID=1756721748395081909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1756721748395081909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465240/posts/default/1756721748395081909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyfiles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-better-do-it.html' title='I Better Do It'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726478164857922016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1K4MoajKn8/SdF5aY9yCXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6h0p4FiIqdY/S220/spring2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
