<?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-5188419</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:59:39.965-05:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Ooo la la'/><category term='Ack'/><category term='Mom Stuff'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Billy Boo'/><category term='Retail Therapy'/><category term='School'/><category term='2009 Goals'/><category term='Stitching'/><title type='text'>Mom's Mumblings</title><subtitle type='html'>A tongue twisting tale of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-8151350828612859445</id><published>2009-01-01T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:37:47.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitching'/><title type='text'>Villa Mirabilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SV1hxVXnbDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GCZBMRxjMww/s1600-h/100_6118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SV1hxVXnbDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GCZBMRxjMww/s320/100_6118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286489037780511794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I'm at as of 1-1-09:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-8151350828612859445?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=8151350828612859445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/8151350828612859445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/8151350828612859445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2009/01/villa-mirabilia.html' title='Villa Mirabilia'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SV1hxVXnbDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GCZBMRxjMww/s72-c/100_6118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-5872561765259030454</id><published>2008-12-31T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:39:18.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 Goals'/><title type='text'>2009 Goals</title><content type='html'>Yet again it's been forever since I've posted.  I'm going to try something new for the next year - setting 2009 goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Personal Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Stick to the budget W. and I have come up with&lt;br /&gt; - Start paying down our debt.&lt;br /&gt; - Increase our savings cushion.&lt;br /&gt; - Save for one big family vacation this year.&lt;br /&gt; - Blog once per week at least.&lt;br /&gt; - Do a personal journal entry once per week at least.&lt;br /&gt; - Continue looking for growth opportunities at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stitching Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Finish &lt;a href="https://www.stitchingbitsandbobs.com/cgi-bin/Store/showimage.cgi?Mirabilia0MD39VillaMirabilia"&gt;Villa Mirabilia&lt;/a&gt; (currently about 1/2 done)&lt;br /&gt; - Finish &lt;a href="https://www.stitchingbitsandbobs.com/cgi-bin/Store/showimage.cgi?Mirabilia0MD93LadyOfTheMist1300"&gt;Lady of the Mist&lt;/a&gt; (currently about 1/4 done)&lt;br /&gt; - Start &lt;a href="https://www.stitchingbitsandbobs.com/cgi-bin/Store/showimage.cgi?Mirabilia0MD99VenetianOpulence1400"&gt;Venetian Opulence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Start &lt;a href="https://www.stitchingbitsandbobs.com/cgi-bin/Store/showimage.cgi?LavenderWings0ShareTheLove1300"&gt;Share the Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Start any TW (&lt;a href="http://www.twdesignworks.com/Designs/guardian_l.html"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt; maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reading Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Read ALA's &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/mgrps/divs/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/newberymedal/newberywinners/medalwinners.cfm"&gt;Newbery Award winners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Read 50 additional books on my Good Reads 'To Read' list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-5872561765259030454?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=5872561765259030454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/5872561765259030454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/5872561765259030454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-goals.html' title='2009 Goals'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-8172357125564977602</id><published>2008-07-13T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:37:39.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/66370/Bontitle"="Wordle: Bon"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/66370/Bon"style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-8172357125564977602?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=8172357125564977602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/8172357125564977602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/8172357125564977602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordle-bon.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-235490609513193525</id><published>2008-06-25T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:28:08.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Boo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Billy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned seven years old last Saturday.  I can't believe I'm the mom of a seven year old!  We have been through so much together, and in some ways it seems like you just got here.  You constantly amaze me.  You are so sweet and loving with everyone you meet.  You are amazing at science and math, and not so great at reading :)  I'm hoping you'll learn to love reading like I do.  You love to help with your baby sister, and you are the best playmate for your brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not only learning, you are teaching as well.  You are my first born, and every day you teach me how to be a parent.  Everything always has, and always will be new with you.  You have taught me compassion, patience and how to be a better person.  You have made me dream and reach for things I never thought possible.  You challenge and amaze me every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bubba.  You are my son-shine, and I couldn't be prouder of my beautiful boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-235490609513193525?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=235490609513193525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/235490609513193525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/235490609513193525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/billy-you-turned-seven-years-old-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-7440885618839177890</id><published>2008-05-18T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:51:49.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ooo la la'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>We went to the wedding last night, and all I can say is OMG.  It was gorgeous!  Amazing, beautiful, awesome.  When you first walked in there was the reception line and a living sculpture. A woman was dressed as tree and was handing out drinks.  It was strange yet fun.  The cake was in the ballroom and was absolutely gorgeous.  It was covered in white fondue, with black scroll work.  I think there was 6 or 7 tiers.  There were beautiful red roses on the top.  The bride and groom had everyone get their pictures taken, and they are going to be sending copies of their pictures to the guests.  I'll be sure to post the copy once I get it.  There was a bar room, dining room, lounge area, tent and porch as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of not fitting in, of making a fool of myself.  The dress I picked out actually blended in beautifully.  All of hubby's coworkers were gracious, sweet, funny.  We actually gave a lift to one of his coworkers, and she was just about the sweetest girl.  The bride's dress was a gorgeously beaded sari with white, gold, and red.  The food was delicious, hors d'oeuvres fantastic, the band was great and I had an amazing time!  The had this garlicy cheese puff on toast that was to die for.  I told hubby that a part of me wished I knew how to make it, but it would probably take hours to do and I could eat it in about 5 minutes.  All in all I had so much fun :) I'm so glad hubby found this job, and I hope he keeps it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-7440885618839177890?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=7440885618839177890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/7440885618839177890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/7440885618839177890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-704894329412144051</id><published>2008-05-16T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:16:29.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WIP's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SDDU3msk30I/AAAAAAAAAAk/o6CcHm1Cjys/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SDDU3msk30I/AAAAAAAAAAk/o6CcHm1Cjys/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201891621358329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SC5LvGsk3xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kWS7w3k0wDg/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SC5LvGsk3xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kWS7w3k0wDg/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201177892283014930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SC5LvWsk3yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rJZb3gc-a9g/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SC5LvWsk3yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rJZb3gc-a9g/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201177896577982242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SC5Lvmsk3zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GtmyYkVbWuY/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SC5Lvmsk3zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GtmyYkVbWuY/s320/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201177900872949554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the pictures are horrible, but I've been saying over and over I was going to get some up, so I took some quickies.  The first is Mirabilia's Lady of the Mist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Doop Design's My mother My Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-704894329412144051?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=704894329412144051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/704894329412144051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/704894329412144051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/wips.html' title='WIP&apos;s'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgNmT9-ULZo/SDDU3msk30I/AAAAAAAAAAk/o6CcHm1Cjys/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-4430674277886471133</id><published>2008-05-15T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:12:19.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>The one issue with a peon job is boredom. I have been at my current job for almost two years.  I am so freaking bored.  It's a struggle to get through the day.  A part of me wants to find another job, but then a part of me doesn't want to give up my vacation time.  The department I'm in has a huge turnover rate because the burnout is tremendous.  I'm just frustrated and feel trapped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, my baby brother and his family are coming to visit in August!  I'm going to get to meet my niece for the first time, and they will meet my daughter for the first time as well.  I'm really excited.  I grew up surrounded by family and it's very important to me.  The only reason we moved to this state was to be close to my mom, but my brothers both live in the state I grew up in.  I miss having them around.  The older we get the better we get along.  I want my kids to know their Aunts, Uncles and cousins like I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a parting note - if you haven't tried Ben and Jerry's, "Imagine Whirled Peace" go and get thee some.  It's to *die* for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-4430674277886471133?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=4430674277886471133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/4430674277886471133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/4430674277886471133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-2095687611560207076</id><published>2008-05-14T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:11:47.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Well now</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to quit smoking.  Again.  Seeing as how I've never been very succesful, I'm not that optimistic.  I haven't blogged in forever and I'm kind of at a loss as to where to start.  I'm trying out blogger again because it seems like it is a little more friendly for those of us that aren't HTML wizards.  I wish it had the ability to password protect posts, but I haven't really used that feature.  I guess I'll reevaluate if that need comes up again.  I've got a ton of pictures of the kids, you can see them on my Flickr.  I'm also going to try and take some pics of my WIP's.  I've  got a Miribilia and a Doop designs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting my mothers day present next week.  Hubby got me a mother's ring now that we are done having kidlets.  They are custom setting and sizing it, hence me getting it after the day.  I'm really excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to a big fancy wedding reception for W's boss.  I'm completely scared.  I'm a blue collar girl and the idea of a society soiree makes me want to puke.  On the other hand, I got a gorgeous dress for it!  I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.igigi.com"&gt;Igigi&lt;/a&gt; and I love it.  They exclusively cater to plus size women, and the clothes are beautiful.  I can't rave enough about the fit or the workmanship.  I feel pretty wearing it.  I'll have to post pictures after the event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to close out for now, but hopefully I will get back in the blogging swing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-2095687611560207076?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=2095687611560207076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/2095687611560207076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/2095687611560207076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-now.html' title='Well now'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-2716840589119896064</id><published>2006-09-04T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:33:38.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...this officially sucks.  I'm thinking of closing this down permanently.  If you would like to continue reading, please see &lt;a href="http://wilzwife.wordpress.com"&gt;my new wordpress blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-2716840589119896064?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=2716840589119896064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/2716840589119896064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/2716840589119896064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-2268173228888674688</id><published>2006-08-27T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:09:59.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retail Therapy'/><title type='text'>Trying something new</title><content type='html'>In a couple of ways :)  First new thing:  I've gotten a laptop!!!  Yay!!!  Ostensibly for school, but a little fun can't hurt.  Secondly, I've signed up with a loss support board.  Hopefully this will help me deal with the anger I've been feeling.  Let's hope I don't choke on the 'babydust'.  Third and final, I'm trying the new blogger beta.  Let's hope I don't end up hurling new laptop across the room in frustration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School for me starts Monday, for B. on Tuesday.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-2268173228888674688?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=2268173228888674688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/2268173228888674688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/2268173228888674688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying something new'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115634085348508265</id><published>2006-08-23T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:47:34.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again folks!  Yep school starts in these parts next week.  So I spent my day yesterday in a flurry of school supply purchasing, with one distinct difference.  I bought supplies for my baby to start Kindergarden.  I am so not ready for this.  He's my baby!  My itty bitty!  My tiny five pound boy that I brought home *only* five years ago!  (Never mind that he's over 60 lbs now.  I don't care &lt;pout&gt;)  I guess the important part is that he is completely excited.  I got all of his supplies, including a new Spiderman backpack.  He has a Dora one we bought last year, but I didn't want the kids to make fun of him for a pink and purple backpack, so Spiderman it is.  One item on the list shocked me.  They required him to get a pair of headphones for computer work.  In Kindergarten!  I didn't touch a computer in school until my junior year of high school.  My typing class in high school was on typewriters!!  (stop laughing, I'm not even 30 yet)  My vague memories of kindergarten consist of fingerpainting and storytime.  My son will be on computers and have homework.  Wow.  Well to console myself I got a new backpack for me too :)  Nothing like retail therapy to help offset childish pouting.  While I am excited for him, I just want him to be *mine* a little bit longer.  I know it's completely cliche, but he is growing so fast.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115634085348508265?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115634085348508265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115634085348508265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115634085348508265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-that-time-of-year-again-folks-yep.html' title='&lt;sniff&gt;'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115582919775945166</id><published>2006-08-17T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:43:43.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this cool service and thought I would share it with the book lovers out there :)  at www.librarything.com you can create an online catalog for your books.  It is so, so simple to do.  It gives you an area to look up the books, I've been doing it by ISBN number, and compiles a catalog listing.  It only took me 15-20 minutes to enter in 65 books. (sadly, not even a dent in my collection)  So check it out if your interested!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, is there a company anywhere out there where there isn't catty backstabbing and general bi*ching?  Is it that unusual to not want to be a part of that?  I really, really don't want to deal with this crap.  I don't have the time to!  Yeesh.  Can I say again that I am so glad I work the night shift and only have to deal with said bitchy backstabbers for an hour a day?  Good gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a week until school starts.  For me and my baby.  Eep. (My *baby* is going to school?!?!?  I did *not* authorize this people!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've noticed that the new template looks like crap in IE, but it looks great in Firefox and that's what I'm using.  And since I don't have any idea how to fix it, I guess y'all are stuck for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited to add:  I read to fast to keep updating that durn side bar but lets see, in the last couple of days I read Shades of Earl Grey by Laura Childs, A Quiche Before Dying by Jill Churchill and finished Queen of the Damned. Can you guess what I do at night when the calls slow done to nothing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115582919775945166?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115582919775945166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115582919775945166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115582919775945166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-found-this-cool-service-and-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115561807144079829</id><published>2006-08-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:01:16.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Flower are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FA/FAE/FaerieFriend/1128968495_rPicsiris2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You are an Iris:You are logical, analytical, dignified, and wise. You are studious by nature and may prefer books to people. You tend to be a serious person but are capable of making others laugh with your dry sense of humor. Friends always benefit from your advice.Symbolism: Over the centuries the iris has come to symbolize faith, wisdom, hope, and promise in love.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/Which+Flower+are+You%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2171924"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/5188419-115561807144079829?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115561807144079829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115561807144079829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115561807144079829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-flower-are-you-you-are-irisyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115561745818488630</id><published>2006-08-14T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:58:13.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:516; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kind of Princess are You?  -  Beautiful Artwork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FA/FAE/FaerieFriend/1128880852_lade-Noble.JPG"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Noble PrincessYou are just and fair, a perfectionist with a strong sense of proper decorum. You are very attracted to chivalry, ceremony and dignity. For the most part you are rather sensible, but you are also very idealistic.Role Models: Guinevere, Princess Fiona (of Shrek)You are most likely to: Get kidnapped by a stray dragon.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/What+Kind+of+Princess+are+You%3F++-++Beautiful+Artwork"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2270228"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/5188419-115561745818488630?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115561745818488630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115561745818488630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115561745818488630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-kind-of-princess-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115513467337320724</id><published>2006-08-09T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:44:33.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things you do when you wake up way to friggin early:&lt;br /&gt;1.  redecorate blog (check)&lt;br /&gt;2. remove any trace of your family's name from said blog because you're a paranoid weirdo (check)&lt;br /&gt;3. clean the house (umm, yea, I'm working on that, really)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115513467337320724?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115513467337320724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115513467337320724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115513467337320724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-you-do-when-you-wake-up-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115500616175291405</id><published>2006-08-07T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:02:41.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired right now.  I'm sitting at work, with an hour and 10 minutes to go trying not to fall asleep.  I don't even know why I'm writing a blog except for the fact that possibly by forcing my fingers to move I may be able to keep myself awake.  The drive home should be a blast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my kids.  I had W. take them to the sitters when he went to work just so I could get enough sleep.  I think it's the fact that 99% don't want to talk to a CSR at 10:53 at night.  I think my husband has multiple personalities.  He goes from being a sweet, loving, engaged human being to a complete friggin ass hole.  I go from swearing that as soon as I'm done with my education and have a good job I'm leaving his ass and taking my kids with me to hey it would be a great idea to have a third kid (if I can even get pregnant again, and assuming I can carry the child anywhere near 40 weeks) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to organize my books.  I have less than a month till school starts, so I'd like to read some more fun stuff before I'm back in my $4,000/semester prison.  I got my parking pass today, so at least that is taken care of.  Well I think I am going to take my fried brain and go have a cigarette.  yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115500616175291405?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115500616175291405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115500616175291405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115500616175291405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115464491591072758</id><published>2006-08-03T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:41:55.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This day has been slowly going to crap.  It started off this morning with A. shoving a pebble up his nose.  Yes.   Up. His. Nose.  I tried prying it out with my fingernail, but he shoved my hand out of the way and shoved his finger (which fits much better than mine) up his nose.  The pebble got shoved so far up that I couldn't get it out at all.  yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I get to work and my mother e-mails me that she is going to be a grandma again.  More yay.  My brothers marriage has been rocky to say the least, and my would have been due date is in 6 days.  I read the e-mail and promptly burst into tears.  I know I'm being stupid, and oversensitive, but that just pushed me over the edge.  So now I'm a teary weepy mess and all I want to do is curl into a ball and cry.  I can't wait for this day to be over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115464491591072758?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115464491591072758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115464491591072758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115464491591072758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-day-has-been-slowly-going-to-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115455790073665005</id><published>2006-08-02T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:33:07.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well color me fing freaked out.</title><content type='html'>I put a tracker on this blog a while ago, mainly just to soothe my curiosity. I was looking at it the other day, and someone googled and found my blog by typing in my entire name (maiden name). Now most likely it was someone who knows me. I don't know because they didn't leave a comment. So as a precaution, I have temporarily removed my archives, and will be combing through my blog to remove names and such. For some odd reason, I don't care if my 'stitching buddies' know everything about me, but someone from my past trolling the internet for information about me (especially when they don't have the balls to leave a comment or e-mail) freaks the ever loving poop out of me. Please bear with me through this poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115455790073665005?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115455790073665005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115455790073665005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115455790073665005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-color-me-fing-freaked-out.html' title='well color me fing freaked out.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115266632030727693</id><published>2006-07-11T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:05:20.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>I'm *so* tired.  Bone aching exhaustion, but in a good way.  After I accepted my new job, I turned in my two weeks notice.  My second week would have been last week.  Because my former employers are cheap freaking bast.... oops I mean, intensely focused on the most cost effective mutually beneficial solution, they decided to make it one week.  (Truth being they didn't want to give me any holiday time for the 4th.  They did the same thing to another women who quit)  Because I had already said I would start my new job on the 10th, I got a week of vacation =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the boys to the Cleveland Zoo.  It was a lot of fun.  Now I had heard that Cleveland was a pretty cruddy, run down place (Zoo included), but I was very pleasantly surprised.  Very clean, lots of animals, 'trams' to the outlying areas, lots of picnic areas.  It was a really fun day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I found out I got the job, I reregistered for the fall.  For day classes!!!!!  So now I've&lt;br /&gt; got French 1, Intro to Sociology, Music as a world phenomenon, and Basic Learning Processes.  I'll still be finishing off all electives (except language) and I got an upper level psych class.  Yay!!!!  Although could someone please explain why I am now paying double the cost of an evening and weekend parking pass, yet I am not allowed to park anywhere near my classes?  What kind of B.S. is that?!?!  Do they not realize I am old???  And fat????  I am almost nearly a third of a century old and that is far too old to be hauling my tubby butt around campus, thank you very much.  Let the young, nubile children frolick to class.  If I'm paying $110 for the privelage of parking, I think that privelage should include parking near the classes I will be taking.  /rediculous rant off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I will be taking the night shift, I have to come in during the day for training.  Hence the exhaustion.  I am by nature a night person, so on the week off I got used to staying up till 1 am, and sleeping in.  I am now up at 6 am to drive the hour to work.  The work seems fun, and challenging.  And a bit overwhelming.  It's in an industry I've never worked with before, but doing what I've been doing since high school.  From what my trainer said, I'm doing very well so far.  I'll be on the phones the next couple of days, which supposedly doesn't happen normally until the 2nd week or so.  I hope it works out, the people seem nice and the atmosphere is so much more relaxed than the pit of evil was.  So now I just have to get used to getting up early again (in time to switch to my evening shift =) )  So I think that's it.  Once I've been there a couple of months, and my brain unfreezes I should be ok =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115266632030727693?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115266632030727693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115266632030727693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115266632030727693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/07/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115108093674731118</id><published>2006-06-23T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:42:16.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EEP</title><content type='html'>I GOT IT!!!!  I GOT IT, I GOT IT, I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  More later when there isn't an 18 month old on my lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115108093674731118?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115108093674731118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115108093674731118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115108093674731118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/06/eep.html' title='EEP'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115102598234010724</id><published>2006-06-22T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:22:37.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I am so tired! I think it's stress. Between W's getting laid off, B's birthday and my job I have been so stressed. I had an interview last Tuesday. It's a customer service position, for a night shift, at my stepdad's place of employment. I really, really, really want this job. It has amazing benefits, the atmosphere seemed so much friendlier than where I currently am and of course it's more money. While the night shift seems like a bad thing initially, it really isn't when you consider I could take day classes. As each day passes I get more and more disappointed and fatalistic. I didn't get it, so I tell myself so if I don't get it I won't be as disappointed. Yea right. (although, my stepdad works there! I mean how big a loser am I if I can't get in when I have a relative working there! Wait, don't answer that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a night only student, I get gypped. In all of the classes I have taken for my major I have had one professor. Now don't get me wrong, some of the grad students I have had have been great. Unfortunately, a recommendation from a grad student on a grad school application isn't worth squat. By not having access to the professors, I am handicapped for getting into grad school. Another reason is that in my future profession (hopefully) research rules. If two students have equal grades and GRE scores, the one with the most research experience wins. In my experience, research is conducted 9-5. Even beyond these concerns is the variety of classes offered in night vs. day classes. Day wins every time. That was my deciding factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously considering focusing my efforts on law school rather than my PHD. I can still make shitloads of money, and I don't need an internship. In order to be licensed by the APA I would need to have a supervised year long internship. As far as I've been able to tell, they are sparse in my area. If I don't get into one, I basically have to sit on my thumb for a year until they are picking up more interns. My only other options is to look into hospitals outside of our area and face the possibility of living apart from my husband and children for a year. I just can't do that. With law, there is a very good school about 5 minutes from where I live. They offer a program that can be done entirely at night, and in only 4 years. (or if I get this job, I can do it in three years during the day) The only problem is that I'm not passionate about the law. I am about Psychology. I find the subject facinating, engaging in a way I've never been engaged. But I guess at this point in my life financial security for my family is more important than a job I love. After all, I hate my job now. I'll be paid way better to hate my job as a lawyer. As for the long hours? Well during the school year I'm gone from 6:30 am to about 9:30-10:00 pm every night. Not much of a change, and again way more money. I know that no one ever said life was easy, I just wish it wasn't quite so damn hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115102598234010724?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115102598234010724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115102598234010724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115102598234010724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/06/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-115076807601617685</id><published>2006-06-19T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:24:02.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>I'm better, I think. W's filed for unemployment, and &lt;gasp&gt;is actually eligible! So we should be fine for a while. I went on an interview last week. It's more money, and a night shift! This is a good thing because I could take day classes. Many, many more classes are offered during the day. I haven't heard anything yet, and I'm trying to keep positive. It's not really working =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so hot here. 80's to 90's with high humidity. Ugh. W has a high thermostat, so he hasn't been sleeping and is a very cranky man. The kind of cranky that makes me long for my single days lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B will be 5 years old on Wednesday. &lt;sniff&gt;I can't believe my baby will be five! We actually had to take him into the emergency room yesterday. We took W out for a father's day dinner, and W had taken B into the bathroom. B was leaving and the door slammed on his finger. He turned so pale and looked like he was going to pass out. We took him to the closest hospital and luckily it was only a contusion! Poor little guy. Well not so little guy. He's been trying to convince me that he *needs* a bowflex because he wants muscles. My 5 year old wants a bowflex. Yipee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-115076807601617685?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=115076807601617685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115076807601617685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/115076807601617685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/06/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114981372760148297</id><published>2006-06-08T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:41:05.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>Here we go again.  W lost his job.  I'm beginning to give up hope.  It seems like no matter what happens, as soon as we get caught up and get our feet under us, this happens.  I'm at a loss as to what to do.  Other people seem to hold on to jobs no problem.  Why is it so hard for my husband?  He's hard working, smart, a little wierd but that's not a crime!!  Damn I just want to curl into a ball and call it quits.  I'm tired of fighting, pushing, and scrapping and getting no where.  I'm tired of being knocked down over and over again.  I'm tired of monitoring every penny, wondering how we will pay rent, robbing Peter to pay Paul.  I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an aside, due to the recent problems with blogger I'm seriously considering moving my blog.  So heads up :)  As I'm pretty sure my only reader is the faithful  Belinda, I will be sure and let you know when, and where the new space is.  I will also have a new website up and running hopefully soon, as we just bought the domain name, and provider service right before the layoff (figures).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114981372760148297?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114981372760148297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114981372760148297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114981372760148297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/06/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114938727147320933</id><published>2006-06-03T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:41:33.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to teach myself HTML on my break.  I had this 'great' idea that I was going to learn it, make this awesome webpage, update photos regularly, incorporate my blog, etc...  All in my spare time.  Yea.  Oh well it was a good idea.  I'm beginning to get frustrated.  I have so many things I want to do, and so very little time to do it.  I want to stitch beautiful (huge) pieces that I can showcase in my home.   I want to read every book that is even remotely interesting.  I want to graduate as near to the top as I can.  I want to knit beautiful afghans.  I want to garden.  I want to design and maintain a warm, welcoming home.  I want to be a succesful, respected professional.  I want to be a wonderful mother and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with all of these wants is while they aren't all mutally exclusive, they do require time and energy.  For instance, the more I concentrate on school, the less stitching and fun reading I can do.  The more I concentrate on the house, the less time I have for everything else.  For better or worse, there is only 24 hours in a day.  I guess the best solution would be to get rid of some interests and focus on one until I actually accomplish something (anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is I become bored too easily.  For instance, I started Villa Mirabilia after my miscarriage in January.  I stopped a couple of months ago because I got into reading again and haven't touched in since.  As for the house thing, I'm a horrible housekeeper.  I've tried Flylady, and it didn't work.  Well it might have worked if I hadn't gotten so worked up in the process and planning that I didn't get around to actually doing.   Oh well maybe one day I will discover it's possible to survive on no sleep and will finally be able to put a dent in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114938727147320933?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114938727147320933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114938727147320933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114938727147320933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/06/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114930735446494942</id><published>2006-06-02T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:02:34.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there was 1</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.  I should be in bed.  Instead I'm sitting here searching through infertility and miscarriage blogs.  I've tried to ignore my miscarriage, but it hasn't worked.  It's like a broken tooth, with an exposed nerve.  Most of the time it is just a raw ache that I keep worrying over almost to make sure it's still there.  Every now and then, when the wind hits it wrong it is a sharp pain, almost debilitating in it's strenght and viciousness.  A part of me wonders if everyone was right.  Did this happen for a purpose?  Should I be happy with the two beautiful, bright children I do have?  The overly logical part of me points out that this is not the most convenient time for me to be getting pregnant.  I'm in the middle of getting my bachelors, I want to spend the money we have on the kids we have, I want to switch jobs.  And then another part of me is still focused on my would have been pregnancy.  I don't know what week I would have been.  After the miscarriage, I destroyed any reminders of the pregnancy.  I deleted the weekly countdown from my outlook.  I bought a new planner to get rid of the written reminders.  Hell, I even deleted an entire blog to try and forget about what had happened.  By now I would have been more than half way.  I would have known if my child was a boy or a girl.  I would be sweating like a stuck pig typing mutinous mutterings about the horrors of pregnancy.  Instead, I'm sitting alone at my computer while my family is sleeping around me.  Worrying that constant dull ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was momma's birthday today.  She seemed to really enjoy the boys tonight.  She loves the fact that Alex is a mini her :)  I love it too.  As morbid as it seems, no matter what happens to my momma, I can look at my son and see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss is coming back Monday.  I'm dreading it.  I hope this new opportunity works out.  I need to find a less toxic environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Inkspell yesterday.  The preview at the end of Inkheart was pretty gripping.  Hopefully I will get back in the cross stitching swing of things soon.  Before you know it I'll be back in school and I won't have time to touch anything interesting.  I got my first taste of a 4.0 and I don't want to let it go.  Well I better get some sleep, as the monkeys rise early in this jungle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114930735446494942?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114930735446494942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114930735446494942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114930735446494942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-then-there-was-1.html' title='And then there was 1'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114912790047434806</id><published>2006-05-31T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:32:36.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>It has finally cooled down a bit. We have had stifling, high, humid temperatures. The kind of weather that makes it hard to breath. It's thick. You would think that I was bred in the humid armpit of the Midwest I would be used to this weather. I'm not. I looked at W yesterday and said that if anything happens to this job, and I'm not in central air by the time this summer is done I will kill him. Yes I am the picture of the sympathetic loving wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vacation was wonderful. We had the cutest little one room cabin, right across from a playground. It was so nice to tell the boys to go play, and not have to worry about them being hit by a car, sold drugs, or initiated into the latest toddler gang. B was thrilled, he caught his first fish. W was thrilled to have some daddy/son time. I was thrilled to lay around and do nothing. A, well I think A was thrilled, but seeing as how his vocabulary consists of mama, dada, bubba, yay (with hand clapping of course) and pup pup it's kind of hard to tell. (Actually he is amazingly verbal. He'll say please and thank you when under severe duress, bye bye and several other words. He has a better vocabulary than his brother did at his age, as well as children in both his actual age group and his adjusted age group. So anyone who wants to snipe at my preemie's 'cognitive deficits' kiss his tiny white bottom. So there.) It was a little too cold to go swimming in the lake, but that didn't stop A from plopping himself in the shallows and splashing determinedly until his little lips were almost blue. It took me physically picking him up, and plopping him in his carseat to keep him from running back. I can't wait to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work without the boss has been bliss. I have a possible opportunity to switch to a better paying, more rewarding company. The only downside is that they want three professional references. This is a problem, because the job I am currently at is the first job I have worked in about three to four years. I don't want to use anyone from my current place of employment, because I'd rather they didn't fire my ass for looking for another position. I have a friend who used to work there who once offered to provide a reference, but we have been out of touch for a while. I've sent her an e-mail, so we will see. I also have a lead on someone else, not in my department who might be willing to give me one, but I'm kind of reluctant to approach him out of the blue. The only other possibility is someone I worked for in 2000. (Much of the work in between was temp jobs, interrupted by pregnancy, bed rest, etc.) The last reference he gave was glowing, but I'm kind of reluctant to tap him seeing as how I was a low level office worker, and it's been 6 freaking years!!! I'll figure something out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four year old just stomped in and informed me that he is not happy because the thunderstorm has distorted his satellite signal, so I must run and appease him with a story. I on the other hand am thrilled, because the storm means some decent sleeping weather for the first time in three days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114912790047434806?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114912790047434806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114912790047434806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114912790047434806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/05/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114869650617424805</id><published>2006-05-26T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:18:01.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which all my well laid plans go to poop...</title><content type='html'>I was going to be organized. Honest I was. I had lists, beautiful lists. I forgot the lists at work. I was going to have a spotless house to return to after our mini vacation. My house is anything but spotless. All of the clothes we will be wearing are now either in a laundry basket waiting to be washed or in the washer currently. My name is Bee, and I'm a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually bought a book called Procrastination For Dummies. I've never finished it. For some reason my mother finds this highly amusing. I'm afraid I may have done something that will peeve my mom. My mom is the queen of e-mail forwards. If she gets a forward, no matter how insipid, inane, stupid, she will forward it on. Most of the time they are cute little jokes. Well Thursday she send me a forward about the Iraqi conflict. Something about how it's not as bad as the 'liberal media' has made it out to be. It stated that during the course of the 'official' war, there were only 35 deaths. I couldn't help myself. I sat down last night and found three different websites, with some very different statistics. I sent them back to her and explained that while I support the troops, I don't support killing them for someone else's political agenda. Hindsight is telling me that I should have applied the old adage of not discussing religion and politics. I should have deleted the e-mail and just forgotten about it. The thing is, she was off work today so she won't see it until Tuesday. She may just brush it off and ignore it, like she does most of my opinions. Ah well I guess it's too late to worry about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Inkheart. It was good, though surprisingly dark for a children's book. I had a hard time losing myself in the story, but that might be due to some of the language idiosyncrasies. Maybe some of the translations aren't as flowing as in the native German. It had a preview of the next in the series, Inkspell, and I am really looking forward to getting that. In the meantime I've started the second book in the Bartimaus trilogy. I'm only 5 or 6 chapters in, and it seems better than the first one so far. Although Nathaniel still seems to be lacking in any sympathetic qualities. I kinda want him to be squished like the little pompous bug he's been acting like. I'm going to take my Villa Mirabilia with me this weekend, maybe I'll be able to get some good time in on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end on a happy note: my boss is on vacation all next week. Yay!!  It's been a while since either one of us has been on vacation, and it will be nice to have a break.  Ever since she looked at me and asked, "Are you pregnant &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;?"  I've been looking forward to some time without pointed references to my reproductive system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114869650617424805?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114869650617424805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114869650617424805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114869650617424805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-which-all-my-well-laid-plans-go-to.html' title='In which all my well laid plans go to poop...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114852450113092534</id><published>2006-05-24T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:36:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the first day...</title><content type='html'>of the rest of your life. Ahem. Well anyway. I had my meeting with the grad student. It wasn't at all what I expected. I'm quickly learning that the world of academia is nothing more than a long series of networking. From this meeting, the grad student will e-mail the lab group asking if they would like to make use of a slave (err... umm... assistant, yea that's it) for a while. From there I will be put to work doing large amounts of data entry and journal research. Good news is that this can be done at any time, so it will fit into my very bizarre schedule. Bad news is that it is extremely boring. I assured her that I can handle boring. I do boring for a living. Oh geez, I meant I do data entry for a living. Technically I am order entry/customer service. They throw the /customer service in so I feel like part of the team without actually costing them the money of a customer service specialist. It isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited. We are going on our first actual 'vacation' this weekend. Well sort of a mini vacation. We rented a cabin in some state park for a couple of days this weekend. While the part of me that is my father's daughter scoffs at staying in a cabin (That's not &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; camping!), the other, older, achier part of me is glad of my husband's foresight in getting up something with a bed. The park has a lake, so my one concession to physical fitness can be enjoyed if the weather allows :) It should be really nice, the great and glorious weather people are predicting temps around 80, and we all know they are *never* wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book called Inkheart, it is really good so far! For some reason I have been on a children's book kick. Anne of Green Gables, Inkheart, Harry Potter, Little House On The prairie. They are all like dear old friends, that I only get to see every once in a while. Trapped in their pages are the tatters of my innocence. Times when life was safe, and held all the possibilities I could dream up. Even the books that weren't around when I was a child seem to sweep me back to being curled up on my twin bed in my parent's house. Sometimes I think I smell the lilacs from the bush that was outside my bedroom window. Enough waxing poetic. Off to begin the first of many lists of what to pack for two days away from home with the two monkeys that masquerade as my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114852450113092534?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114852450113092534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114852450113092534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114852450113092534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-first-day.html' title='This is the first day...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114824902634045398</id><published>2006-05-21T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:03:46.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adrift</title><content type='html'>Church was a disappointment today.  I'm beginning to think it is impossible to find a place to worship that is hippocrite free.  Not even hippocrite free...  I'm not sure of how to say it.  I don't want to go into painful detail and background information.  We stopped going years ago because of the political B.S. that was all over.  We went back because we both agreed it was important for the kids to have a religous education.  A background they could use to make their own decisions from.  Now I just want to leave again.  I don't feel uplifted, or inspired.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've registered for my classes next semester.  I'll be taking French, Law and Society, Interpersonal Family Relations, and Music As A World Phenomenon.  No Psych classes, but after this semester I will be done with all of my required electives!  Well except for language.  I have at least 3 more semesters of that.  Yipee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I met with my advisor he suggested I bulk up on stats and biology.  (Possibly because he is a biologic research psychologist who minored in bio himself...)  He said that in a field where GPA and GRE are equal, stats and science wins.  I hate math.  I nearly set my calculator on fire in celebration when I finished my required elective.  I thought I could honestly say I am done with math for life.  Looks like that plan is shot to hell :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't understand the uproar over the Davinci Code.  It's a book.  A work of fiction.  Pretend, imaginary, not real.  I don't know how to put it more plainly.  It is a good story.  I read Harry Potter, and I'm not walking around debating whether there is or isn't a school of magic hidden in the English countryside.  I read a book called the Barbed Coil, but I'm not waiting around for a magic ring to transport me to an alternate universe.  Novels are meant for entertainment.  I'd like to see what the people who are taking these books literally, word for word, make of abstract art.  But I guess I shouldn't be so flippant.  I've had people tell me fantasy books are evil.  Humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114824902634045398?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114824902634045398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114824902634045398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114824902634045398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/05/adrift.html' title='adrift'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-114817851843607090</id><published>2006-05-20T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:20:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we are again.</title><content type='html'>I am finally done with my newest semester.  Although I can scarcely believe it, I pulled a 4.0.  I'm really, really proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. got a great promotion, so we went on a rediculous spending spree this weekend.  I got new jeans, an awesome sweater on clearance, we got a new radio for the car, W. got a new hat, we got a graduation present for my friend C, and I got three books:  &lt;u&gt;The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat&lt;/u&gt; by Oliver Sacks, &lt;u&gt;Mrs. Frisby and&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;The Rats of Nimh&lt;/u&gt; (35th anniversary addition and another one I can't remember the title of at the moment.  B2 also got a bug book, which I have memorized from reading so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment next week with my advisor and a graduate student to try and set up some lab time this summer.  I would be participating in a study that looks at PTSD and children.  They are working in conjunction with our local children's hospital.  It is an excellent hospital, they took care of Alex for a while after he was born.  I'm really looking forward to it.  I would love to learn more about this, especaily because I'm looking to make this my specialty.  Ideally, I want to work with veteran's.  Perhaps I can focus my thesis on formulating a more universal treatment for PTSD.  I was told that the government is expecting around 2/3rds of the soldiers currently overseas to return home with PTSD to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still trying to get pregnant again.  It has only been two cycles since my miscarriage, yet I'm still horribly disappointed.  It doesn't help that I read in my Biopsych book that it has been clinically proven that raised cortisol levels can have an affect on fertility.  And I always thought the whole "relax and it will happen" axiom was a pile of horse manure.  I am not good at relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to trying to catch up on my fun reading and stitching I've decided to try and teach myself HTML.  It will be interesting to see how long I  can keep that up.  In the meantime, I think I'm going to borrow a blog template to jazz this up.  Maybe sometime soon I can design my own.  With three months off school, I almost don't know what to do with myself.  I still hate my job.  I keep hoping I'll win the lottery and become a woman of leisure, but so far it isn't looking so hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-114817851843607090?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=114817851843607090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114817851843607090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/114817851843607090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-here-we-are-again.html' title='And here we are again.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-111111831845026791</id><published>2005-03-17T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:21:28.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News and such...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of entries, but life has caught up to me. First off, I can't surf at work. They monitor the internet usage, and seeing as how that's supporting me I'm not gonna jeopardize it. Combine that with school, etc and I am just one busy busy girl!! A. had his 6 month appt today, and according to their scales he's up to 15 lbs 9 oz. That puts him at the 25th percentile, not bad for a kid who started out at 3 lbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news is my baby brother is *finally* coming home!!! He's been stationed in Japan for about 3 years now, I haven't seen him since then. He's visiting dad and his inlaws, but will be here on Tuesday. I will be meeting his wife and son for the first time. I hate meeting new people, I'm always so awkward and end up either sounding snobby or stupid. I had a stutter as a kid, and the only time it registers now is if I get really really nervous (which is every time I'm around people I don't know) I want to like her, if only for the fact that I want my brothers and I to remain close. It seems kind of weird that I spent most of my life with one group of people and now that I'm 'grown up' (term used very loosely folks) I'm supposed to transfer my life to an entirely new set of people. It feels like I'm in a metaphorical ill fitting outfit. I'm trying to adjust to this new status quo, but it doesn't quite 'fit'. Maybe it's more like a new pair of shoes, it just needs to be broken in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking earlier about my marriage. My husband and I have had it rough for pretty much our whole married life, job wise at least. Now that I'm working again, I'm seeing all these 'successful' men, and I've wondered what my life would be like if I was married to one of them. Then it hit me, part of the reason my husband and I are together, comfortable with each other is *because* of what we have gone through. No we don't have the passionate whirlwind life that I so naively imagined when I was younger. We do have a stable loving relationship. I have a husband who knows what kind of mood I'm in just by looking at me, we can have entire conversations without saying a word. The external pressures (money) have forced us to bond together, and I think have made us closer for it. We now appreciate what we have all the more, because we know what it's like to be without. Hopefully, this new job will be the first step in us getting more financially secure as that has really been the major 'problem area' of our marriage so far. I can only hope that our life will continue to grow together, and that one day we can look back at this early struggling and laugh. Maybe all the crud we've gone through so far has built us up one big whopping kharmic payoff. Hey I can dream can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-111111831845026791?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=111111831845026791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/111111831845026791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/111111831845026791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2005/03/news-and-such.html' title='News and such...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-110998658820266568</id><published>2005-03-04T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:36:28.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Well I'm now gainfully employed.  I think it's pretty cool so far (only been a week).  The best perk by far is the hours.  I get out by 4:30 every night, and during the summer I get Fridays off.  Purty darn spifferific if you ask me...Well off to homework I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-110998658820266568?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=110998658820266568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110998658820266568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110998658820266568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-110815278238958499</id><published>2005-02-11T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:13:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well</title><content type='html'>Like the complete spaz I am, I bombed the test.  I passed the financial portion, but they required a 90% on the English portion.  I got 88%.  I'm actually rather depressed so I think I'm going to slink off and have my very own I'm a Loser party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-110815278238958499?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=110815278238958499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110815278238958499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110815278238958499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-110807110830763751</id><published>2005-02-10T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:31:48.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC!!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGHHH!!!  I have an interview on Monday for a job that sounds great is close to home and has awesome benifits (one of which is Fridays off all summer, with pay.  How kick ass is that?), and now the University I'm attending wants me to come in to do a civil service test tomorrow at 7:30 a.m.  This would be so completely awesome because I would have fully paid tuition if I got it.  I'm scared to death.  I'm such a dweeb during interviews.  I can never think of the correct thing to say, and end up coming off like I've been whacked in the head a couple of times.  ARGHHH!!!!  That and one of the tests is on budgeting.  What???  Huh???  Please pray I don't make a complete ass of myself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-110807110830763751?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=110807110830763751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110807110830763751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110807110830763751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2005/02/panic.html' title='PANIC!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-110806189894345015</id><published>2005-02-10T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:23:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok...</title><content type='html'>All right.  I'm a bad Bee, I admit it.  I promised to update y'all a month ago.  Whip me with a wet noodle.  Anyway a lot has gone on, mainly with jobs.  It seems that Ohio is the land of the cursed with my family.  We keep getting these "great" jobs, that keep disappearing.  Money is very very scarce right now.  Oh well.  As I don't want a pity party, on to good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are great!  B2 is a tank of a 3 1/2 year old.  We had him in to the Dr. last weekend (strep, my poor boy!)  and he's 48 lbs, and around 50".  He's huge!  The kid is going to be taller than I am by the time he's 5 (and I'm 5'7"!!!)  Other than the strep and a bad case of the 'kindergarden crud' as my husband calls it, he's as healthy as a horse.  Emotionally things are a little rocky with him, only because he is so pushing his limits.  I swear this kid will never take no for an answer.  I suppose the trait could be useful in his adulthood, but there are some days I feel like ripping out chunks of hair and fleeing stark naked down the street.  (How's that for a visual image!)   A is doing awesome as well.  Last month my little porker was up to 12 lbs!  (Hey it's impressive when you remember he was 3 lbs. 13 oz.)  I'll find out his current weight tonight at his monthly RSV vaccination (which is coincidently the only preemie related health issue we're dealing with.)  I love to see the differences in my boys.  B2 looks like me, dark hair dark eyes, but has his dad's personality (very outgoing, exuburent).  A on the other hand looks like mom and my husband, very blonde, pale, bright blue eyes, yet he has my temperment.  He's so introspective and he's only 5 months!!  He will literally sit for hours holding my finger and studying it!  B2 grins all the time, but when A grins, you feel like you've earned something.  W (DH) has made a joke the B2 will be enlisted, while A is officer material.  That's about it for now, I will try and get more pics of the boys up, but I'm making no promises as our digital camera has apparently grown legs (and we're on dial up.  I *hate* dial up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-110806189894345015?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=110806189894345015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110806189894345015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110806189894345015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-ok.html' title='Ok, Ok...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-110547999701630482</id><published>2005-01-11T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:46:37.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.  I'd like to say thanks to Cat and Erin, who despite my extended absence both remembered me this Christmas.  We had to turn the 'net off as DH got laid off.  He's still looking for something, but we think we may have the net thing worked out now.  (kinda, if I disappear again you'll know why)  Will update in full later, but just suffice it to say, I am alive, kids are good, family is good and hoping for a much better year in 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-110547999701630482?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=110547999701630482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110547999701630482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/110547999701630482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-then.html' title='Well then...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109768056343329429</id><published>2004-10-13T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:24:52.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeout!</title><content type='html'>I think I need an internet timeout.  In the past two days I've perused several internet shops and come up with a wishlist that I couldn't afford even if I won the lottery, e-mailed  a complete stranger after reading her blog (and looking back I'm not sure I formed coherent sentences.  There should be a rule about post partum rambling somewhere.  No e-mails until brain is fully functional again.).  Damn Franklin Covey's website for putting up the design your own planner website thing.  I have a weakness for calanders/planners/office supplies.  I now am drooling over a $75 planner.  $75!!!  So new resolutions will be 1. no internet stores.  ever.  and 2.  confine my weird rambling thoughts to my own blog, so if others don't care to be baraged they don't need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A update:  He's doing well, eating like a little piggy.  I'm guesstimating he's about 6 lbs now, as he's fitting in his brothers old preemie clothes.  I had to buy real bottles yesterday, as he's now drinking (on average) about two of the NICU bottles per feeding.  I'm letting him pretty much feed on demand, so he's up about twice during the night and about every 2-3 hours during the day.  B2 is handling his new brother *so* well.  I'm amazed at how caring and considerate he has been.  I expected holy hell from him, especially because I remember what *I* did when my middle brother came home.  Hubby is still in Orlando.  I still don't like hubby right now.  On the other hand he said he got me a present, so he may have (slightly) redeemed himself.  Yes I'm being childish, no I don't particularly give a shit.   Here's a weird little thing I noticed today.  The numb area from my section almost goes up to my belly button.  Didn't you always want to know that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109768056343329429?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109768056343329429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109768056343329429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109768056343329429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/10/timeout.html' title='Timeout!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109754535764105844</id><published>2004-10-11T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:42:37.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Hubby is away for a week.  The snot is at a conference, in Orlando.  Snot.  We won't delve into the supreme unfairness of him being in sunny Florida for a week, while I'm in freezing Ohio with a rampaging three year old and a newborn.  I'm just bitter cuz I couldn't go too :P  Speaking of which, you would think I'd be sleeping right now with a newborn downstairs and the three year old sleeping (peacefully?... We let him watch some Halloween shows on Disney and now he's terrified of cows and pumpkins.  I'd really like to know what he's thinking sometimes.  I mean I get the pumpkins, but cows?)  Unfortunately I don't sleep well without hubby in the house.  I get paranoid at the noises, bumps and things in the night.  Which is odd in and of itself considering hubby is a weinie (sp?).  I love the guy but I'm the one who is the head bug killer and noise investigator in the family, but I still get jumpy when he's not here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I figured out that I can go part time with the aid I've been awarded already.  Good because I don't have to deal with the mind bending policies of the aid office, bad because I would be taking the two ugh classes (conflict management and evolution and society.....hey they fufill LER requirements :P ) and missing the two classes I really wanted (abnormal psych, and Intro to formal logic)  I wanted the logic course because 1. it gets me out of my math requirement and 2. I really liked my last Philosophy class.  On the other hand, if I can't take it this semester, I might be able to get it with the same teacher I had for my last Philosophy class. I'm going to see if I can get the additional aid (with a minimum of fuss) this week, and if not.... I'll just take the two Saturday classes and they can reward me with additional money after they see our glorious tax returns next year.  (Can you say woo hoo?  Gooooooooood.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109754535764105844?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109754535764105844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109754535764105844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109754535764105844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/10/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109717483116652330</id><published>2004-10-07T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T13:47:11.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle again</title><content type='html'>the school saddle that is. I'm supposed to register the day before my would have been due date. I went through yesterday and picked the classes I want. I picked out 4, my usual 'full time' schedule. A part of me is filled with a sense of dread and inadequacy.... Can I really do full time classes, and have as much family time as I want, with both a 5 month old and a three year old? Another part of me knows that if I don't jump in with both feet, I might never jump. So now the million dollar question is can I convince my financial aid office that without me working we aren't making the amount of money listed on our tax return? Sounds relatively simple, but you have never dealt with my financial aid department. I think the polite way to describe them would be that they are 'special.' So if I can't convince them of the obvious, the whole idea of school is out the window. Another part of me is wondering at the wisdom of modern medicine. A. had his doctors appt., and because of his prematurity he has qualified for the RSV shots. These shots are horrendously expensive (about 1K a shot, thank G_d for insurance) and given monthly throughout the season. The doc has also recommended isolation for A. throughout the winter. A part of me wonders if this is all necessary. A. had no breathing problems while in the NICU. In fact, the only problem he presented with (other than jaundice, which full term babies are susceptible to as well) was mastering the suck/swallow/breath combo necessary for eating. I was talking to my mom, and we both agree that part of the reason that children get so sick now-a-days is the fact that most mothers tend to shrink wrap their kids from birth. Kids get sick, it's a fact of life. Then parents wonder why they get soooo sick when they start school. I will follow the doc's advice, because I don't want A. to end up back in the hospital. I just hope that my 'isolating' my son from the general populace doesn't turn around and bite him (and me) in the rear in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109717483116652330?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109717483116652330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109717483116652330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109717483116652330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the saddle again'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109637252255976160</id><published>2004-09-28T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:35:55.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No baby yesterday...</title><content type='html'>**Edited to add**&lt;br /&gt;He's coming home!!!!  After 19 days in the NICU, my baby is coming home!!!  I get to go get him in t minus 8.5 hours!!!  (hurry home hubby!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No baby for me :( Spent the day crying and depressed, and now we're back in the rollercoaster again. (Kind of like back in the saddle....) The docs normally round at about 9 am, so I usually call for an update around 10ish. It's so odd. My son's been in the NICU for 2 weeks 5 days, and I've seen his doc twice. Seeing as how I'm a stay at home mom to my three year old, and it's not easy to run after a three year old with a fresh c-section (well 2 weeks 5 days old anyway....), we only go into the NICU at night when there are two parents to keep B. from turning on all the O2 vents :) So yet again we're hoping that at about 7pm our time we will be (finally!) bringing our baby boy home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109637252255976160?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109637252255976160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109637252255976160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109637252255976160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-baby-yesterday.html' title='No baby yesterday...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109628860741307248</id><published>2004-09-27T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:27:26.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And back to our normally scheduled programming....</title><content type='html'>I'm better now :)  After a much needed post partum panic attack I'm almost feeling normal.  It probably has to do with the news that A. might come home today!!!  He was moved to an open air crib yesterday, had his 'car-seat challenge' (he had to sit in his car seat for an hour to make sure he didn't stop breathing, he passed with flying colors), had his hep. B vaccination and has kept his temp up!  He had a pretty horrible feed last night at 8, but he's allowed one bad feed a day.  So as long as he fed well last night, and the doc is willing, he should come home today!!!  I should know in an hour or so.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109628860741307248?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109628860741307248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109628860741307248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109628860741307248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-back-to-our-normally-scheduled.html' title='And back to our normally scheduled programming....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109603755507061556</id><published>2004-09-24T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T09:52:35.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You should be happy</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of being told how I should be feeling.  "You should be happy your son just has to grow in order to come home...."  "You should be happy that he has the best care..."  "You should be happy you have the children you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have..."  Fuck you.  I am happy my son is as healthy as he is, I still want him home.  I am happy he has good nurses and docs, I am still his mother and want to care for him.  I am thrilled with my sons, but am still entitled to mourn the fact that I will most likely never have children again.  I don't need to be told how to feel from anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109603755507061556?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109603755507061556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109603755507061556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109603755507061556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-should-be-happy.html' title='You should be happy'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109569452181208161</id><published>2004-09-20T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:28:06.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, my son A. was born on 9-9-04.  For those doing the math that's 7 weeks early.  He's doing well, weight is almost 4 lbs now, and supposedly just has to get the hang of eating and then he can come home.  Will update more as time allows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109569452181208161?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109569452181208161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109569452181208161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109569452181208161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/09/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109164995373529259</id><published>2004-08-04T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:05:53.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>I will be taking a break from computers and the internet for a while.  I'll be checking e-mails for a while (or at least until grades are posted) if you need me you can reach me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109164995373529259?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109164995373529259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109164995373529259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109164995373529259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/08/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109154140027701969</id><published>2004-08-03T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T08:56:40.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY FOUND HIM!!!!</title><content type='html'>They found David!!!  I'm so excited for Stacey and her family, according to the news article, he's dehydrated but doing ok!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109154140027701969?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109154140027701969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109154140027701969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109154140027701969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/08/they-found-him.html' title='THEY FOUND HIM!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109153670357807650</id><published>2004-08-03T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:38:23.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on David Tippen</title><content type='html'>The family has hired private scent dogs and they were able to find a scent!  They followed a conclusive trial until the dogs got too tired to keep going.  Hopefully this little boy will be home today!!  Please, please keep Stacey and her whole family in your prayers.  We need this little boy to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109153670357807650?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109153670357807650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109153670357807650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109153670357807650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/08/update-on-david-tippen.html' title='Update on David Tippen'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109146412267362907</id><published>2004-08-02T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:28:42.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>A dear woman from my stitching communty's son is missing.  Please say a prayer for this little boy.  Information can be found on her website here:  &lt;a href="http://www.perlemoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.perlemoon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  I will update as soon as I find out something further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109146412267362907?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109146412267362907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109146412267362907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109146412267362907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/08/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109142029273442581</id><published>2004-08-01T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:18:12.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia part duex....</title><content type='html'>Since I don't want to go to sleep on a bad note.....Here's some good stuff :)  A. is flipping regularly, sometime it feels like I'm going to give birth to the next NFL star kicker here.  B. *never* kicked this hard!  Hit the third trimester on Friday, and immediately here comes the heartburn!!  And what brings it raging in?  Chocolate.   Shoot me now :)  It looks like I'm heading for my first 4.0 in my limited college career.  Conclusion?  Either stay pregnant for the next 4-5 years, or only take two classes a semester.  As I abhore being pregnant (love the babies, hate the pregnancy), and I do want to graduate within the next millenia, I think I'll settle for my 3.5ish average....  Now off to bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109142029273442581?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109142029273442581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109142029273442581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109142029273442581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/08/insomnia-part-duex.html' title='Insomnia part duex....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109141653067696767</id><published>2004-08-01T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T22:15:30.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's the worst thing that you have ever done? Alternatively, what's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Random Acts of Journaling - see Meme List.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing I've ever done?  I think the worst thing would be not being completely honest with my friends.  For example, when I was in Chicago, I would choose which person I would rather hang out with and ignore the other one.  I know this doesn't sound completely horrible, but in a way it's like cheating on your spouse.  Say you have a really good friend who has gone out of his/her way to help you, but wants to just hang out.  On the other hand you have a flashy, fair weather friend who wants to do something exciting.  So you dump the friend who has been with you through thick and thin, and go for flashy non-substenence.  I could chalk it up to being young, but I'd rather chalk it up to being stupid and mean spirited.  I hope I've grown from that point.  (I also shoplifted when I was 10, and tried pot once, unlike Clinton I did inhale and wasn't impressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that ever happened to me....I was molested as a child by my best friends father.  Although that was terrible, I did the worst thing to myself, I didn't tell anyone.  I finally told my mom when I was 16, and my dad doesn't know to this day.  In some odd way I thought I was protecting my family, when looking back this creep could have gone on to hurt so many other little girls, all because I was frightened.  Ok, this was supposed to be enlightening, yet has turned out to be terribly depressing.  Off to mindlessly surf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109141653067696767?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109141653067696767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109141653067696767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109141653067696767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/08/insomnia-musings.html' title='Insomnia Musings'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109119440833730740</id><published>2004-07-30T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T08:33:28.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era...</title><content type='html'>sorta, kinda, not really.&amp;nbsp; I have one more week left of school, and then I'm off for a semester.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with myself until October!&amp;nbsp; I was just hit with the stunning realization that I'm going to *miss* school.&amp;nbsp; Me.&amp;nbsp; Miss school.&amp;nbsp; I'm the girl that hated, loathed and detested school until college.&amp;nbsp; Granted I think a lot of it had to do with the social situations in high school, and the rigidity of the curriculum.&amp;nbsp; Still.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to miss school?&amp;nbsp; This just hit me, I really enjoy school.&amp;nbsp; As much as I love staying at home with my son, at three he's not the most intellectually stimulating person I've ever met.&amp;nbsp; Discussions about Mickey Mouse or trying to convince him (as he is my son, and about as stubborn as his mother) that cleaning is a good idea don't really ring my bell.&amp;nbsp; Even the classes I dread, or don't really enjoy (math anyone?) are somehow a welcome break.&amp;nbsp; I think it's because it's the one thing in my life just now that is just about me.&amp;nbsp; As selfish as it sounds, at school I am Bonnie.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a mom, a wife, or any of the other roles I hold, I'm just me.&amp;nbsp; And it's a relief.&amp;nbsp; So as of next week I get my 'summer vacation' for approximately 7-10ish weeks, and then we welcome our new son :)&amp;nbsp; I'm very excited about that.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I wanted kids when I was younger, but I can't imagine my life without my one son now.&amp;nbsp; I miss the sweet baby stage!&amp;nbsp; As much as I love the fact that my 3 year old is more independent now, I miss the sweet baby smell and cuddles and closeness of a baby.&amp;nbsp; B.&amp;nbsp; was never a 'difficult' baby, so maybe that's why I miss it so much.&amp;nbsp; He didn't really cry, or fuss.&amp;nbsp; He just wanted to be held all the time, and since he was my first I had plenty of time to do it :)&amp;nbsp; I shouldn't really complain, as my 'baby' is still only three.&amp;nbsp; As much as I rejoice in his growing up and learning new things, a part of me is panicking and thinking it is going by way too fast!&amp;nbsp; The irrational part of me is screaming that it has *not* been three years since my boy was born!&amp;nbsp; Alas, my baby is now into planes, trains and automobiles and is running from about 7 A.M till 8 or 9 at night.&amp;nbsp; He'll be joining mommy in school in just 2 years!!&amp;nbsp; (He already wants to :)&amp;nbsp; Doesn't understand why mommy gets to and he doesn't.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm waxing reminiscent because I'm pretty sure this will be our last baby.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to leave the option for one more in the future, but I'm not sure how feasible this might be.&amp;nbsp; I'm only in the first year for my BA, and then I'm planning on graduate work as well.&amp;nbsp; If I keep having babies, I might be 90 before I get a job :)&amp;nbsp; I also got&amp;nbsp;my SSA statement in the mail the other day and it made me realize that right now I'm worth more dead than alive!&amp;nbsp; Granted that might be because I'm not working at all right now, but when you can die and double your families income that's pretty sad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So as much as I enjoy school, and know that in the end it will improve the quality of life for my family, right now it feels like a selfish indulgence.&amp;nbsp; In good news, my stepdad submitted DH's resume at his work and they called him!&amp;nbsp; Said he would probably be calling back in a couple of weeks to set up an interview.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but it's really hard.&amp;nbsp; The CFO quit at DH's current job and pulled DH aside and told him that finding another job would be a *very* good idea.&amp;nbsp; Apparently DH's boss is facing imminent bankruptcy unless he manages to win a huge contract within the next six months.&amp;nbsp; While this may not have been an ethical move on the CFO's part, I appreciate the head's up, but am a little nervous here.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this job will come through.&amp;nbsp; Oh well enough babbling for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109119440833730740?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109119440833730740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109119440833730740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109119440833730740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109115675057485887</id><published>2004-07-29T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T08:08:59.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Zombie? (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>The immature (ok hormonal) part of me wants to stamp my feet repeatedly with my fingers in my ears muttering "I know you are but what am I?"&amp;nbsp; Alas, I doubt this is a sound philosophical argument.&amp;nbsp; First, in order to answer the question I would need to disconnected &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; that is my first impulse.&amp;nbsp; It's my belief that I get that immediate impulse first off because of the associations I have with the word zombie.&amp;nbsp; You say zombie, I think nasty flesh dripping, brain eating automaton with no soul, personality or capability of higher understanding.&amp;nbsp; Obviously this doesn't describe me as my flesh is intact (pretty distended at this point, but not falling off), I've held a brain, but never eaten one, definitely not an automaton, and no one can accuse me of not having a personality (maybe of not having a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; one, but there is one there I promise.)&amp;nbsp; So I don't fit into the *Hollywood* stereotype of a zombie, but that's not the question at hand is it?&amp;nbsp; The other reason I want to immediately dismiss the idea is because I have an ingrained belief that I am somehow special.&amp;nbsp; There can be no other replica of me whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; In fact if you believe my mom, they broke the mold when they made me :D&amp;nbsp; (whether on accident or on purpose still remains to be seen :P)&amp;nbsp; Seriously though, whether it is the product of my upbringing, the Christian religion (all unique, made in God's image, special) or some internal vanity, I have a prejudice against the idea of anything being me yet not me.&amp;nbsp; Yet again, this isn't exactly the question.&amp;nbsp; When trying to take a clear unbiased look between Peirce's view and the Calvin and Hobbe's handout, as much as I would like to take the Calvin and Hobbe's handout view (sorry don't have the name off hand, will edit and add when I find the handout)&amp;nbsp; I think this guy is having the same problem's I am.&amp;nbsp; He has an internal prejudice and is looking at some way to get out of the Peircian line of reasoning.&amp;nbsp; From our discussion in class, I couldn't find a way to distinguish myself from the Zombie persona.&amp;nbsp; If the Zombie-me has the ability to love, hate, want, like, dislike or savor experiences in exactly the way I do, then I see no way to deny the existence of a Zombie self state.&amp;nbsp; All of my attempts to do so are influenced by ingrained prejudices against the word itself, or the belief (however erroneous)&amp;nbsp; that I am a unique, superior being by fact of my consciousness.&amp;nbsp; Yet when I go to define consciousness, the synonym that pops in my head is awareness.&amp;nbsp; Is that not the first tenent of the Peircian philosophy?&amp;nbsp; So for now, I must agree with Peirce (however grudgingly that may be) until my 'superior consciousness' can figure out a way around it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109115675057485887?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109115675057485887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109115675057485887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109115675057485887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/am-i-zombie-philosophy.html' title='Am I a Zombie? (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109089700994245244</id><published>2004-07-26T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:56:49.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School and such...</title><content type='html'>Some quick 'and such' stuff.... I looked at the calander and figured I am considered 'full term' on October 8th (or 10th) depending on the day you believe.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of scary how fast this is going.&amp;nbsp; A part of me is so excited to have another child and another part of me is screaming that I'm a raving lunatic and there's no way I can handle another child.&amp;nbsp; I keep trying to tell the second part it's a little late to be worrying about that but I'm not listening to me.&amp;nbsp; On the school side, I've made a&amp;nbsp;semi-important decision.&amp;nbsp; As I'm on the path for a degree in Psychology, I realized this little pipe dream is completely dependant upon me getting into grad school at my current university.&amp;nbsp; You see, I'm not the bread winner of the family.&amp;nbsp; That and the fact that I do have a family and by the time I'm getting into grad school one, if not both of my sons will be in school.&amp;nbsp; It's not feasible for me to whisk the whole family to wherever I happen to get accepted.&amp;nbsp; So what I've come up with is to use my 'extra' credit hours to pick up Philosophy and criminal justice classes, and when it comes time to apply to grad school I'll apply to both the Psych programs and the Law school at the other University near me.&amp;nbsp; (the law school is actually closer to my house than my current university and is very highly rated.)&amp;nbsp; I hope by diversifying my interests (while still getting my Psych BA) I'll at least get into one of the programs.&amp;nbsp; Everyone I've discussed this with thinks I'll be an excellent lawyer (I'm not sure if I should be insulted by this...)&amp;nbsp; At this point, the only thing I care about is that I get a job that pays me buttloads of money.&amp;nbsp; (yes I just used buttloads in a sentence)&amp;nbsp; That may be the greedy capitalist side of me coming out, but tough noogies.&amp;nbsp; I've looked at the amount of student loans I've amassed in just one year of school (I could get a decent car with that!!)&amp;nbsp; and see how my family is struggling because of me doing this, and figure I might as well go for the 'big' payoff at the end.&amp;nbsp; Law or Doctor..... either one works.&amp;nbsp; There's another plus side to law school, it's only 3-4 additional years, compared to earning a masters and then a doctorate for psychology.&amp;nbsp; That and I'll still get a nifty title to add to my name =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109089700994245244?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109089700994245244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109089700994245244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109089700994245244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/school-and-such.html' title='School and such...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109055468527130033</id><published>2004-07-22T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:51:25.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hume's Problem and Psychological Experimentation (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>Can past experiences dictate future results?&amp;nbsp; No, they can't.&amp;nbsp; The implications of this are truly terrifying.&amp;nbsp; How so you ask?&amp;nbsp; Before we get to that, let's examine how our past can not dictate the future.&amp;nbsp; To make a really crude example, just because every time I've pressed the power button on my television and it has turned on, does not mean when I press the power button tomorrow it will turn on.&amp;nbsp; To get back to why the implications of this can be terrifying, apply this to science (or as many consider it, the pseudo-science of Psychology as this will hopefully be my specialty)&amp;nbsp; First let us examine the process of Psychological Experimentation.&amp;nbsp; To begin with you need a hypothesis to test.&amp;nbsp; Let's say that drug 'a' lowers depression scores.&amp;nbsp; Next we need to set up a null hypothesis.&amp;nbsp; In this case, drug 'a' has no affect on depression scores.&amp;nbsp; Now why would we do something so silly as to set up a hypothesis that says the exact opposite of what we want to prove?!&amp;nbsp; The reason given to me in my Psychological statistics course was this...&amp;nbsp; There is no way to conclusively prove something is true (short of testing *every* applicable subject which is impossible)&amp;nbsp; For example, if you met five men with two arms, or ten, or ten thousand, does this prove that all men have two arms?&amp;nbsp; No, it doesn't.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, you only need one man with less (or I suppose more) than two arms to disprove your hypothesis.&amp;nbsp; So the theory is, you set up a null hypothesis because if you disprove it (especially over repeated tests) there is enough confidence in the research hypothesis to implement whatever treatment your hypothesis indicates.&amp;nbsp; To use our example, you decide to test the effect of drug 'a' on depression.&amp;nbsp; After setting up your hypotheses, you choose a sample of depressed people.&amp;nbsp; You then separate your sample into a control group and a treatment group.&amp;nbsp; After administering drug 'a' to your treatment group, you retest your sample and decide there was enough statistical significance in the change to warrant releasing this drug to the public.&amp;nbsp; Now how could this be terrifying?&amp;nbsp; Because you haven't proved that this drug is helpful!!&amp;nbsp; All you have proved is that drug 'a' made a "statistically" significant improvement on a limited subset of people.&amp;nbsp; And what after all is statistical significance?&amp;nbsp; An arbitrary number decided on by a mathematician.&amp;nbsp; Enter Hume's problem.&amp;nbsp; How do we know it was the drug that made the improvement?&amp;nbsp; We don't.&amp;nbsp; They could have been having a good day, or maybe the room was painted a cheery color and it brightened them up.&amp;nbsp; We just don't know what the actual cause of the improvement is, yet because of math we will assume it's the drug.&amp;nbsp; Does this frighten anyone else?&amp;nbsp; For that matter because we only tested a limited subset of the population how do we know once this drug is introduced it won't cause suicidal impulses in anyone?&amp;nbsp; Again we don't.&amp;nbsp; The implications of Hume's problem on modern science are terrifying because for all of our experimentation, for all our rules and technology, we can never conclusively say whether or not our experiments have proved a thing.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm....who would have thought an 18th century philosopher would have found such a large flaw in modern science?&amp;nbsp; For that matter who would have thought an 18th century philosopher could help a 21st century college student understand a statistics course.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109055468527130033?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109055468527130033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109055468527130033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109055468527130033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/humes-problem-and-psychological.html' title='Hume&apos;s Problem and Psychological Experimentation (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109054955291168877</id><published>2004-07-22T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:25:52.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Comments (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>If the world was an illusion would there be any applicable laws?&amp;nbsp; I know that in my dreams what appears to be the immutable laws of nature have no hold.&amp;nbsp; For example, it's possible to fly, live in space, jump through time or any number of things all while dreaming.&amp;nbsp; So if the world were illusion (ie like a dream)&amp;nbsp; would it bed possible to have rules that (apparently) can not be changed?&amp;nbsp; In my waking state I can't time travel, or fly.&amp;nbsp; Gravity can't be changed, two plus two never equals anything but four.&amp;nbsp; To take an opposite stance, if I am not the one controlling the illusion would I be able to change the rules within said illusion?&amp;nbsp; To use a crude example of this, when I lived with my mom I was in her "world."&amp;nbsp; I did not make, nor could I change the rules of said world.&amp;nbsp; While I could make suggestions, or try to assert how I thought things should be, the ultimate decision lay with my mother, the "ruler" of the world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The same goes with my children.&amp;nbsp; They have input, but the ultimate decision is mine.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, if life is an illusion, there could be a subset of laws controlling said illusion that we are either unaware of or simply unable to change because we do not control the illusion.&amp;nbsp; Now if life were an illusion I think I can honestly say I prefer to remain within it.&amp;nbsp; I know this illusion, while an additional reality is a complete unknown.&amp;nbsp; Which leads us to.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Cypher could have made his way back into the matrix, that did NOT involve betraying his friends, would there have been&amp;nbsp;a problem with it?&amp;nbsp; To answer a question with a question, can illusion ever really be an illusion once it has been exposed?&amp;nbsp; Imagine a magician.&amp;nbsp; Their very trade relies on illusions.&amp;nbsp; If you recall, there was a series a couple of years ago (I think)&amp;nbsp; where a masked magician revealed the secrets behind many of magic's classic acts.&amp;nbsp; The community of magicians in general became outraged.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because if you take away the mystery, the magic, the illusion, than it no longer holds the same fascination as before.&amp;nbsp; To use another example, Santa Claus.&amp;nbsp; Once the illusion of Santa has been dispelled, is it ever truly possible to fully immerse oneself back into the illusion?&amp;nbsp; Not really.&amp;nbsp; We can relive the illusion of Santa in some small way through our children, but can never completely recover the sense of wonder we had before the illusion was crumbled.&amp;nbsp; No matter how Cypher made it back into the Matrix, it would be impossible for him to find what he sought.&amp;nbsp; The world wouldn't hold the "reality", the food wouldn't taste as real.&amp;nbsp; He could return, yet he would never be able to truly recapture the sense of illusion he craved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruminations on the concept of the primitive...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are some things primitive?&amp;nbsp; This seems akin to the age old argument of nature vs. Nurture.&amp;nbsp; Are some things known innately, or is all or knowledge learned (and thus explainable?)&amp;nbsp; Before we can explore&amp;nbsp;nature vs. Nurture we must first look&amp;nbsp;at knowledge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is it always possible to explain something learned, or is it possible to know something without being able to explain it?&amp;nbsp; To this question my gut reaction is to say yes, it's possible to&amp;nbsp;know something without being able to explain it.&amp;nbsp; For example, there are several words that I can't define, yet I can use them in context.&amp;nbsp; On deeper examination this very example disproves my assumption.&amp;nbsp; By being able to give an example of something, or use it in context is a way of explaining something.&amp;nbsp; While this might not be satisfactory evidence to Socrates, it is a way of demonstrating knowledge.&amp;nbsp; So back to the larger question, now with the assumption that it is possible to explain all knowledge to an extent.&amp;nbsp; it would be natural to then assume that nurture would be&amp;nbsp;the ruling force of the universe.&amp;nbsp; If all knowledge can be explained then it is natural to assume that everything we learn comes from explanation.&amp;nbsp; There's a problem with this though....&amp;nbsp; If everything we learn is from explanation, how do we explain instinct?&amp;nbsp; For instance, as human beings we are born&amp;nbsp;with the instinctual knowledge of how to nurse.&amp;nbsp; Interesting factoid...if you place a newborn&amp;nbsp;baby on his mother's&amp;nbsp;stomach directly after birth, he will&amp;nbsp;'scootch'&amp;nbsp;up to her breast an latch on.&amp;nbsp; Granted I have only given birth once (and was actually&amp;nbsp;unconscious at the time) but in all of my research I have never seen or heard&amp;nbsp;anyone giving the newborn instructions on how to accomplish this.&amp;nbsp; So by this example, some knowledge is in fact primitive, and not explainable.&amp;nbsp; This leads me to believe that there are other examples of primitive knowledge out there.&amp;nbsp; As for nature vs. Nurture, I believe that like most&amp;nbsp;things in life, it is a mixture of both.&amp;nbsp; So yeas, there are primitive ideas, concepts and instincts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The question that then occurs to me is if there is a primitive idea of something, is it possible that such ideas are subjective?&amp;nbsp; Let's take justice.&amp;nbsp; Assume justice is primitive.&amp;nbsp; Everyone knows what justice is, yet they are unable to explain it.&amp;nbsp; Is my knowledge of justice different than yours?&amp;nbsp; In a more general sense, is knowledge colored by perception?&amp;nbsp; In mathematics (or&amp;nbsp;my limited grasp thereof) no.&amp;nbsp; Two plus two will always equal four no matter how I view life.&amp;nbsp; Then again if you survey people from several countries asking them if the American society is just, my bet is you would get several different answers.&amp;nbsp; Now if knowledge is primitive, yet isn't subjective, then presumably one would be able to look at something and tell you conclusively whether or not it fits the description of "just."&amp;nbsp; From this you can conclude there are multiple types of knowledge (which as we just found out, Hume agrees with).&amp;nbsp; My conclusion from this?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes there are primitive concepts which can be colored by subjective viewpoints because there are multiple types of knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109054955291168877?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109054955291168877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109054955291168877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109054955291168877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/comments-on-comments-philosophy.html' title='Comments on Comments (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-109000176037063403</id><published>2004-07-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T13:16:00.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five!!</title><content type='html'>First for those keeping track, baby appt went good.&amp;nbsp; HB in the 150's, I have to go on Monday for my 1 hour glucouse test (ugh) and they didn't give me the drink beforehand so I get to drink the nasty stuff and sit for an hour so they can poke me (double ugh)&amp;nbsp; Oh well =)&amp;nbsp; Now on to the Friday five!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color ink pen do you like best?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Black gel ink, fine point pens &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer plain paper or paper with lines (notebook paper)?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;With lines!!&amp;nbsp; I don't know, oddly I'm anal about my office supplies.&amp;nbsp; I hate to have my writing slant across the paper, hence the lines :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's better: books from the library, or reading online? &lt;br /&gt;Library (well technically book store for me. &amp;nbsp;I love to reread my books, so owning it is actually a good investment).&amp;nbsp; There's nothing like the smell and feel of a good book (yes I'm odd, I like the smell of books.)&amp;nbsp; A 'page-turner' doesn't have the same meaning in an online book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which would you rather get, e-mail or snail mail?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;both?&amp;nbsp; I love the instant communication of e-mail, yet nothing matches the excitement of opening my mail and seeing something for me that isn't asking for money!&amp;nbsp; It's kind of sad, but it's beginning to seem like snail mail is becoming a lost art.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had a good letter since my best friend got out of the military!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a paper weight on your desk? &lt;br /&gt;No, but I have plenty of other 'crap' laying around to pin paper down with :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-109000176037063403?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=109000176037063403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109000176037063403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/109000176037063403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108995046923571843</id><published>2004-07-15T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T23:16:15.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ramblings and observations...</title><content type='html'>As I'm having yet another bout of preggers insomnia, here's some of what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We got to see A. again last Friday.&amp;nbsp; The U/S tech said everything looks good, so that's a huge relief.&amp;nbsp; Of course, me being me I'm going to worry until the kid pops.&amp;nbsp; Which I just peeked at my blog and I realize I already said this... Yay pregnancy brain :)&amp;nbsp; I have an OB appt tomorrow at 7am... I hate those early morning appts, but at least this way DH gets to go too!&amp;nbsp; I think we're down to&amp;nbsp;only three or four weeks left of school, and then it's my 'summer' vacation :)&amp;nbsp; Well at least for a couple more months till A. arrives.&amp;nbsp; DH is still looking for a better job (yes still!!)&amp;nbsp; He keeps getting turned down for college kids they can pay pennies to.&amp;nbsp; I guess in this market it doesn't pay to have experience.&amp;nbsp; Oh well only 5ish more years till I'm in grad school :)&amp;nbsp; (hopefully on an assistanceship so I can bring money in too!!)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really need to stop watching television.&amp;nbsp; I'm so hormonal I disgust myself.&amp;nbsp; I'm crying at commercials.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Commercials!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I remember when I used to be sane.&amp;nbsp; I miss that :)&amp;nbsp; B. is such a boy :)&amp;nbsp; Such a stubborn honery boy!!&amp;nbsp; I wish I knew how to get through his thick little skull.&amp;nbsp; Right now his answer to everything is why not? and he does not listen to mommy or daddy with out threat of bodily harm!!!&amp;nbsp; Please, please tell me this is a phase.&amp;nbsp; If nothing else only 15 years until he can enter the military :)&amp;nbsp; I wonder if I can preregister for that??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I bombed a stats test today.&amp;nbsp; It was all my fault, I should have studied this weekend, but I left it until today.&amp;nbsp; I tried studying today, but B. decided it was use mommy as a jungle gym day, and it's not exactly easy memorizing formulas while you have a 3 year old monkey hanging from your neck.&amp;nbsp; (when I say monkey I mean my child is making monkey noises, insisting I call him monkey boy and literally swinging from my neck.&amp;nbsp; No more animal channel for that little man!)&amp;nbsp; Ok, as it is almost midnight and I do have that 7 am appt I better try and sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edited to add**&amp;nbsp; I think it's a bad sign that I'm already impatient for this pregnancy to be over and I still have 15 weeks left.&amp;nbsp; Good Lord, give me strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108995046923571843?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108995046923571843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108995046923571843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108995046923571843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/random-ramblings-and-observations.html' title='Random ramblings and observations...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108994300452122360</id><published>2004-07-15T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:56:44.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Descartes</title><content type='html'>On a quick little side note....I like Descartes a little less now that I know he was responsible for the Cartesian Plane.&amp;nbsp; Bad math bad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think therefore I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This statement kind of makes sense.&amp;nbsp; On one hand, it would be reasonable to assume that because you are thinking there is some sort of consiousness that *is*.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, if you are nothing more than an illusion, or a pawn of some evil demon, how do you know that the fact that you think is enough to justify your existence?&amp;nbsp; Frankly I think the idea of a 'Light of Nature' is phooey, but I'll get into that later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solipsism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I've thought about this off and on since I was about 7.&amp;nbsp; I just didn't have a name before.&amp;nbsp; Do you ever get the feeling that you are the only 'real' thing out there?&amp;nbsp; I've often gotten a really odd feeling that I'm wandering around in some kind of dream where all the other people/things are nothing more than my own made up illusions.&amp;nbsp; Yet if this were a dream you would think I could imagine myself a mansion and convertible to come with it....&amp;nbsp; Do I honestly believe I am the only *real* thing here, no.&amp;nbsp; But it is interesting to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is Perfect and Infinite, Existence is Perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I have my huge gripe with Descartes.&amp;nbsp; (Note** The following does not reflect my personal beliefs, which are just that....personal.&amp;nbsp; The following is just a reaction to the reading and my perception of Descartes' arguement.)&amp;nbsp; First of all, how do you know God is perfect?&amp;nbsp; As far as I know, everything we know about God has been handed down by man.&amp;nbsp; The Bible was written by men, every other religous text I've read was written by men.&amp;nbsp; Granted one could argue that they were 'inspired' by God, yet even with that point.&amp;nbsp; This leads to the fact that men are in fact fallible.&amp;nbsp; Even Decartes admits this.&amp;nbsp; If men are fallible, is it not possible that they made mistakes while writing down these religous notations?&amp;nbsp; Now I'm sorry, but unless Descartes had a conversation directly with God, and had it tape recorded, his arguement holds no water.&amp;nbsp; For example the evil demon mentioned earlier could have fed him that 'Light of Nature' claptrap which would throw his whole meditations out the window...&amp;nbsp; For that matter, what if God is perfect, yet is not kind or good?&amp;nbsp; Perfection does not automatically assume goodness.&amp;nbsp; In this case God could be perfectly decieving you, because he thinks that is what's good (or just because it's his idea of fun...).&amp;nbsp; I think my statement that Philosophy is the athiests religeon still holds water.&amp;nbsp; I was with Descartes until he threw God into the mixture.&amp;nbsp; It seems to me like he painted himself into a mental jail and used God as his 'get out of jail free' card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108994300452122360?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108994300452122360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108994300452122360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108994300452122360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/descartes.html' title='Descartes'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108949583432051603</id><published>2004-07-10T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T16:43:54.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Deed!</title><content type='html'>Little PSA here...  Our troops are in desperate need for e-mail storage space.  Many of our men and women overseas use either hotmail or yahoo accounts to keep in touch with friends and family back home, and as we all know neither of those services offers much storage for pictures etc....  Well google has started an e-mail service called Gmail, which offers 1 gig of storage space!  Currently it is by invitation only.  So please, if you get an invitation sign up!  After signing up you will be offered invitations to pass on, at which time you can visit http://www.gmail4troops.com/  This website allows you to donate your gmail invites to the troops stationed over seas.  It's a great site, and a great thing to do for the troops risking their lives.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108949583432051603?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108949583432051603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108949583432051603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108949583432051603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-deed.html' title='Good Deed!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108939872766467265</id><published>2004-07-09T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:32:28.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day for Humour (or humor or whatever....)</title><content type='html'>First, I had the second U/S, and A looks great!  They were able to get a good shot of his spine and it looks normal.  See I'm not just fat, there is a baby in there :D  In other news, the need for laughter (because I've given up spelling humour) is because my darling son is in his full contrary 3 year old glory :/  His room is now carpeted in kleenex.  He stole my brand new box (of course brand new, it wouldn't be any fun if there wasn't a magnitude of destruction!!)  and proceeded to pull every last one out and throw em all over his room.  Now he won't pick them up because they are 'pretty'  sigh....  And soon there will be two....Boys are fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've debated posting this, but it's bothering me, it's my blog and if you don't like it don't read it...  I have never seen a bunch of grown people act like immature 12 year olds than I have today.  Good lord.  Oh no, someone said they didn't like someone!  Let's lynch her!!  I'm sure everyone out there likes everybody all the time.  (hint that was sarcasm)  I'm also sure that if anyone had the bad taste to disagree with or dislike someone they would *never* say so (yet again sarcasm)  Grow the frig up people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edited to Add**  I think I'm going to track down the guy who invented ice cream trucks and that annoying repeated music and hurt him.   Severely....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108939872766467265?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108939872766467265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108939872766467265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108939872766467265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/day-for-humour-or-humor-or-whatever.html' title='A Day for Humour (or humor or whatever....)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108929741985907245</id><published>2004-07-08T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T09:36:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!!!  (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>I love Descartes!!!  Or maybe it's just after the sheer incomprehensible wordiness of Aristotle I'm relieved I actually understand something I've been reading =)  Anyway I just read Descarts 1st meditation, and here are some thought that popped up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  pg. 461 second column 1st paragraph: "For whether I am awake or asleep, two plus three make five, and a square does not have more than four sides.  It does not seem possible that such obvious truths should be subject to the suspicion of being false."  Yet, the best lies are based on the truth, and are also very simple.  Is this assumption logically sound?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  pg. 461 second column, 1st full paragraph (this entire paragraph is applicable, but for the sake of brevity I'll quote only a small part):  "But perhaps God has not willed that I be deceived in this way, for he is said to be supremely good.  Nonetheless, if it were repugnant to his goodness to have created me such that I be deceived all the time, it would also seem foreign to that same goodness to permit me to be deceived even occasionally."  Yet how is there proof of the existence of a God?  Futhermore, how can you prove that is there is a God he is benevolent?  The records of God are provided by man (the bible, while supposedly handed down by God, was transcribed by man), and according to these very same records man is inherently flawed!  (Descartes later shows that to make this assumption was false, so far anyway =) )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is like the writers of the Matrix series stole Descartes' meditation!!  I also find it kind of funny to look back at my first 'philosophical musings' in light of this reading.  (See entries titled Random thoughts and Random Thoughts Part II dated 6/15)  Apparently, I had an affinitly with Descartes and didn't know it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108929741985907245?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108929741985907245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108929741985907245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108929741985907245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/woo-hoo-philosophy.html' title='Woo Hoo!!!  (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108925597268816319</id><published>2004-07-07T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:06:12.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-HA!!! (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>Before I get started, for those of you interested I have added my Philosophy teachers blog to the links on the right (Subject to Change)  If you check it out, look for the post on Comic Books, good stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my a-ha moment :)  While in class tonight, I had a true a-ha!  Philosophy is the religon (sp?) of the athiest.  Stick with me here...  The ancient Greeks invented the 'myths' as a way to explain the world around them.  Their religon provided explainations for why the seasons changed (Persephone), why there was thunder (Zues), for wars, for love, for hate etc etc etc.  As human beings, we feel a need to have an explaination for the world around us.  For some, religon does not fill that void.  It doesn't make sense to some people that things happen because the God's willed it, or a tree is there because God put the tree there.  Thusly, in order to compartmentalize the world into understandable sections, Philosophy is born.  Take the four causes of Aristotle...While very very general, they offer a convenient way to neatly package the world around us.  A tree's material cause is wood (or earth if you prefer), it's formal cause is to reproduce itself (or again to take another view to synthesize carbon dioxide into oxygen for the purpose of providing things with air), its efficient cause is from a seed falling on the ground or someone planting a seed, and it's final cause could be shade or reproduction or providing lumber.  Because of the four causes you are able to package the world of why.  In my opinion, as humans we need to know why.  It almost seems built in.  For example my son, who just turned three has hit the why phase (oh please let it be a phase!)  For everything I tell him, his reply is why.  From what I understand every child does this.  So it seems that it is built into us to have a need to understand the world around us, to have compartments that let us seperate information into to help make the world a more understandable place to be in.  So in a way, Philosophy can be viewed as an evolution of religon.  If I don't like the way religon (the most common form of explaining why) then I can turn to Philosophy to answer my why.  This would also explain why my great books professor often used philosophy to explain literature.  He said that in the classical world view, God was the reason for everything.  When we turned to the modern view, and 'killed' the God figure, we had to find some other way to explain things.  A-Ha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108925597268816319?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108925597268816319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108925597268816319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108925597268816319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/ha-philosophy.html' title='A-HA!!! (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108899841542326120</id><published>2004-07-04T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:33:35.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I *hate* the 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I really don't hate the holiday in and of itself.  As of now, it is 11:26PM.  The city fireworks were over an hour ago.  Yet the people in our neighborhood are *still* setting off fireworks.  And not the little itty bitty ones either.  Nooooooo that would be to easy.  I have explosions going off that are so loud they are literally shaking the house.  I don't live in a tiny house.  I'd call the cops but they are so useless in this city.  Last year we tried calling when people were still setting off the big ones at 1 am.  We were told it was the 4th and there was nothing they could do.  What a load of crap.  Besides the fact that M-80's are extremely illegal, does this city not have noise ordinance laws?  I miss living in a real city.  Then again this is the same police force that said that we should just leave our car doors unlocked to the theives wouldn't have to break our windows, because it's probably just kids doing it.  Lovely.  I feel so safe.  They'd probably tell me if I'm being raped to lay there, because it would be over quicker.  The biggest reason it pisses me off is it's scaring the hell out of my son!!  Now do I expect the city to ban all fireworks?  No, of course not.  I think the city shows are beautiful, and I enjoy them.  They also end at a reasonable time.  Bah.  I swear, as soon as we can afford it we are so moving out of the city.  Build our dream house on nice secluded acerage.  With no fireworks!!!  End my fussy mean spoil sport rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108899841542326120?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108899841542326120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108899841542326120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108899841542326120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-i-hate-4th-of-july.html' title='Why I *hate* the 4th of July'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108894868052002486</id><published>2004-07-04T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T08:44:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>general news.</title><content type='html'>Well I'm now feeling the baby move more regularly, so I'm guessing the placenta is moving (it was smack dab in the front, and I wasn't feeling anything!)  It's kind of funny to notice the differences in the boys so early.  A seems very reticent.  Very timid kicking, if you poke my belly he runs.  B was very very...prominent.  Every time someone dared to poke his 'home' he was very clear he didn't like it :)  When I had to go in for non stress tests with him we would have to stay twice as long because he would kick the fetal monitors so hard they couldn't get a reading!  Believe me, his personality has only gotten stonger since he's been born :)  Lets hope A is my quiet little peaceful boy!  DH is in the hospital again, luckily this time it seems minor.  They tried diagnosing him with a stroke (again, you know I'd really like to know why they keep trying to say my 29 year old husband is having strokes...) but it turns out he has a ripped tendon in his leg.  Yea stroke, ripped tendon, I can see the similarities.  Granted I don't have a medical degree, but one would think that common sense does not dissapear when one is bestowed.  Maybe I shouldn't get my doctorate after all.  I kind of like having a semi functional brain.  Good news, he should be home tonight.  I think that's pretty much everything for now.  Hope y'all have a great holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108894868052002486?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108894868052002486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108894868052002486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108894868052002486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/general-news.html' title='general news.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108873510316484929</id><published>2004-07-01T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:25:03.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I get out of the Meno (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>Hmmmnn.  What did I get out of the Meno?  I realized I'm not a Philosophical genius :)  All kidding aside, the point that jumps immediately to the forefront of my addled brain is that it is not knowledge that makes one wise.  Wisdom is a product of your willingness to keep your mind open.  For example, in the Meno Socrates leads Meno in various mind bending adventures on the subject of virtue.  The selection is quite long (compared to most we have read) because while Meno doesn't immediately jump to the 'correct' conclusion (if there even is one)  his mind is open to the different arguements that Socrates presents.  On the other hand, when Anytus enters the picture, and refuses to acknowlede any view other than his own, Socrates shuts him down rather quickly.  Another example of this can be drawn from the Euthypro.  Euthypro has fixed in his head that he is doing the pious act.  Nothing anyone (from Socrates to his family) says can shake him of this notion.  I think his abrupt departure from the dialog also shows that he is uncomfortable and unwilling to explore a different thought pattern than that which is familiar and uncomfortable.  As was brought up in the lecture on Euthypro, this makes this dialog a form of a tragedy.  Nothing was learned, no knowledge was gained.  In a way, the Euthypro dialog was nothing but a large circle, in which they ended up right where they started.  In the Meno, while they didn't define virtue, they did make progress in the thought processes, and ruled out several things that virtue *was not*.  As my stats professor pointed out in regards to hypothesis testing...You only need one difference to *disprove* something, hence our psychological tests are geared towards the disproving of the null hypothesis, instead of proving our research hypothesis.  So in a way I guess the Meno has helped me realize that I am not dumb because I don't know the answers, but I have promise because I'm willing to think about the different arguements presented to me.  Then again, if a wise man knows how much he does not know, I could be the next Einstien :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108873510316484929?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108873510316484929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108873510316484929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108873510316484929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-did-i-get-out-of-meno-philosophy.html' title='What did I get out of the Meno (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108865360352212457</id><published>2004-06-30T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T22:46:43.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plato and Aristotle (Philosophy)</title><content type='html'>As I have been lax in my journaling duties (bad Bonnie bad!!)  I'm going to cover several points in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can Virtue Be Taught?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, I think so.  I like to think that teaching virtue is a main component of my job.  If you take the Socratic view of having to define virtue first, I might just be a failure at that job.  I honestly have no earth shattering ideas about what virtue is.  The off the cuff response would be virtue is the act of being a good person.  Being kind, caring, honest.  The obvious flaw in this definition is that these are all aspects of virtue, yet none of them define virtue as a whole.  This leads into the next topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is Piety?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no earth shattering ideas here.  I run into the same problem as with virtue.  I can explain aspects of piety (or at least what *my* conceptualization of piety, which may be entirely different from the Greeks)  I think the true tragedy of the Euthypro (the source of the piety discussion) is that it is my belief that Socrates couldn't use the discussion of piety to save himself.  Even if he had come up with an answer, as we read in the Apology the combination of Socrates' own arrogance and the various levels of prosecution made it a foregone conclusion that he would be convicted.  The main thing that I got out of Plato was that there are true forms of every concept surronding us.  Love, hate, justice, piety etc all have a 'form' we percieve and a true form.  The pursuit of knowledge, is the pursuit of the true form.  It seemed that our discussions in class got caught up in the 'earthly' forms (our limited perception of the true forms)  The question that I came up with is, is it possible to assertain the true nature of something by using pure logic?  As a human being, is it possible to completely disregard our sensory input to gain the knowledge of the true form.  I think as human beings, we are sensory creatures.  Therefore to try and figure something out using pure logic, seems to be highly unlikely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is Philosophy Dangerous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a word, yes.  In Socrates' case, it was fatal.  From my understanding, Philosophy is the art of learning to think in different ways.  In and of itself this doesn't sound threatening.  If you look at it from a purely practical standpoint, the study of Philosophy could get you so caught up in the what and whys behind everything that you cease to function as a productive member of society.  In a class I took last semester (Great Books II)  our teacher said the problem with introspection is that too much could lead to madness.  Now in this case he was referring to self examination.  For example, if you spend all your time focusing on yourself, and the different aspects of your personality, you can drive yourself mad.  Humans as a whole are contradictory creatures.  We love and we hate, we are nice and mean, we are tender and we hurt.  Whether one admits it or not, we are all multiple personalities.  The personality we show depends on who we are surrounded by.  And if thinking about the contradictions inherent in being a human being can drive one mad, imagine contemplating the contradictions inherent in the universe!!  Nature can be beautiful and ugly, peaceful and terrifying.  Another reason that Philosophy strikes me as dangerous, is that it makes you question the status quo.  Again I don't neccesarily think this is bad in and of itself.  Yet as I pointed out in class, enough people think differently than the norm, the norm changes.  This is very threatening to the people in 'power', and ultimately I believe this is why Socrates was put to death.  The charge of corrupting the young was more the Athenian government's way of protecting the status quo of their society.  (Kind of ironic when you realize that Aristotle's 'student' Alexander the Great was the one to destroy the Athenian democracy)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aristotle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't understand one bit of the dialog until after class tonight.  After the discussion, it made sense (mostly).   The only thing that has 'popped' for me so far (hopefully the next readings wont be so hard to get through) is that it's interesting to see the beginnings of hypothesis testing.  The fact that I'm currently taking a Quantitative Methods course, and just last night we went over how we set up our testing procedures, then tonight while discussing Aristotle's typical procedure for his treaties, the similarities are striking.  To know that the beginnings of the scientific method were from Aristotle just amazes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108865360352212457?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108865360352212457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108865360352212457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108865360352212457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/plato-and-aristotle-philosophy.html' title='Plato and Aristotle (Philosophy)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108757355928657041</id><published>2004-06-18T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T10:45:59.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored....</title><content type='html'>I am so bored.  No particular reason, as I have plenty to do, I just don't wanna.  (How's that for an example of maturity)  I don't have anyting new to read for Philosophy, I'm avoiding my Quantitative Methods homework (even though the teacher is awesome, I don't think anyone can make math exciting)  My husband thinks math's exciting, but he's a geek :)  In fact he was bored this morning so he made me my very own message board (even though I told him I'd be using this blog for my class)  Geek is really a broad term though.  I consider myself a geek, it's just with books and reading and the internet in general.  DH is a math and computer geek.  My quantitative methods teacher is a self professed stats geek.  I never really thought of it before but there are subdivisions of geek :)  I wonder if there's an ultimate geek somewhere?  The supreme geek to whom all must bow down to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby turns three on Monday :(  It seems like just yesterday I brought him home from the hospital.  I miss my little baby boy!  He's turning into a 'big boy' now.  Doesn't want cuddles, always playing with his trucks.  This boy sleeps with a metal truck.  He still has little boy moments, they are just getting fewer and fewer.  &lt;&lt;sigh&gt;&gt; It was bound to happen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108757355928657041?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108757355928657041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108757355928657041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108757355928657041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/bored.html' title='Bored....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108752892030089062</id><published>2004-06-17T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:22:00.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short note...</title><content type='html'>I've changed my template, this one seems to be a little easier to read.  My Philosophy teacher o.k'd the use of this blog for my project, so what I will do is start seperating my posts in the title, by putting philosophy in parenthesis.  Hopefully this will make it easier for both my teacher (who I doubt wants to wade through my facinating pregnancy tales) and anyone else who happens to pop by :)  Thanks for your patience in this experiment 'o mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108752892030089062?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108752892030089062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108752892030089062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108752892030089062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/short-note.html' title='Short note...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108748158297624379</id><published>2004-06-17T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T09:13:02.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Socrates.</title><content type='html'>While searching on line I found this site:  http://www.philosophypages.com/ph/socr.htm  (sorry it's not clickable)  I was actually trying to see if Socrates was the one who died by drinking hemlock, but this site looks like it has tons of useful information on Philosophy in general...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108748158297624379?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108748158297624379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108748158297624379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108748158297624379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/socrates.html' title='Socrates.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108744022243693543</id><published>2004-06-16T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T21:43:42.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meno by Plato</title><content type='html'>What is virtue?  Honestly, I don't know.  Much like Meno, I can come up with *examples* of a virtue, but I am unable to define it as a whole.  It pisses me off :)  On my way home from class tonight, I was thinking (dangerous, I know) that I think one of the points that Socrates is trying to make in this dialog is that the answer is not as important as the journey to the answer.  It was pointed out that this dialog illustrates the Socratic method of teaching.  What I was thinking is that Socrates (or more technically, Plato as he is the one who wrote this) places immense value on the *process* with which one comes up with an answer.  This may in part be due to the fact that he believed that we don't learn things, we remember them.  If that's true then none of my past selves ever took a math class.  Overall, I did come to like the story.  Specifically, Anytus was an interesting character.  I think what made it truely interesting was his interaction with Socrates, knowing that Anytus would be the one to prosecute him.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108744022243693543?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108744022243693543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108744022243693543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108744022243693543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/meno-by-plato.html' title='Meno by Plato'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108739185739445720</id><published>2004-06-16T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:34:51.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>U/S</title><content type='html'>baby looks good :)  we have to go back in three weeks because the baby would only show us one side, and they want a good look at both sides of the spine, but she said that was just a precaution.  Babe was very stubborn, crossed legs, even tried using a hand to cover the goods.  With the help of a very patient U/S technician we were able to see that it's a BOY!!!!!   I'm so thrilled!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108739185739445720?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108739185739445720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108739185739445720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108739185739445720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/us.html' title='U/S'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108735963877724880</id><published>2004-06-15T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T23:20:38.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One last post!</title><content type='html'>Ok, last you'll hear from me today, I promise!!  My big ultrasound is tomorrow, hopefully we will find out if the bean is a little boy or girl!!  I had my first phone conversation with a TWBBer :)  Awesome girl, we seem to have tons in common and we're both babblers!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first night of stats class tonight.  It got off to a kind of rocky start.  It said it was in Kent Hall, so I go there and the building is closed for construction!!  So I go to the building next door, find nothing.  In a last ditch effort, I have Will drive me around to the other side and find out they finally opened a new part.  So after being late (I hope it didn't piss the teacher off), I got in on the lecture, and it was all pretty comprehensible.  Luckily this teacher also seemed excited about his subject.  I'll take an excited animated teacher any day!  I think that's about it, I'll post an update on the ultrasound tomorrow if we find out anything.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108735963877724880?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108735963877724880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108735963877724880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108735963877724880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-last-post.html' title='One last post!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108732893811383430</id><published>2004-06-15T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:03:18.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Bride</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Prinn's blog (perle moon see side bar as I seem to be inept at inserting links into the text)  I love this movie!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fuzzy.snakeden.org/images/buttercup.jpg" border=0 alt="Buttercup"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;Which Princess Bride Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mamaslyth"&gt;mysti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding some more time wasters courtesy of Prinn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor='#99ffff' border=3 bordercolor='#0033ff' cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brilliant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nerdy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; **excuse me, but old?!?!  Insane maybe, but definitely not old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108732893811383430?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108732893811383430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108732893811383430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108732893811383430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/princess-bride.html' title='Princess Bride'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108731375963539240</id><published>2004-06-15T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T10:35:59.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts part two...</title><content type='html'>OK....It's kind of sad when you can tie yourself into mental knots...  Anyway I was continuing to thing about perception vs. reality (can you tell this is bugging me).  On a completely hypothetical tangent, how do we know we are real?  I think therefore I am.  Is that enough of a qualifier?  How do I know I'm not a dream of a God figure sitting on some mountain top (think Zues) who is having a great 'ole belly laugh at this dream of his pondering reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Meno by Plato last night.  I'm not too far into it, but from what I've gotten they are looking to define virtue.  Is virtue simply one thing that can be a blanket term applied to everything?  Is there one virtue that is more virtuous then any of the others?  We were told to focus on the characters first.  Honestly I don't think Meno isn't intelligent, probably because I can identify with with all of his points.  I also get frustrated with circular arguements, which is what they seem to be having up until this point.  Socrates...Maybe he was operating on a different plane of understanding than the rest of us mere mortals.  I can understand how his arguements when broken down into shape and color, but when he jumps back to virtue, I'm right there with Meno.  Hopefully this will clear up as I finish the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108731375963539240?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108731375963539240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108731375963539240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108731375963539240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/random-thoughts-part-two.html' title='Random thoughts part two...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108730004063016432</id><published>2004-06-15T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T06:47:20.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I have figured out the problem with taking night classes.  I go to class, come home, and my mind is buzzing so hard I can't shut it off!!  So forgive me if this is rambling and disjointed folks, I'm a little tired here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first Philosophy class last night.  Surprisingly, I think I'm going to like it!  The teacher is *very* animated.  I'm so glad, because it is always much more fun to sit through a 2 1/2 hour class with a teacher who is excited about his material.  Now if I can manage to wrap my pregnant, hormone ridden brain around what he is saying I should enjoy it.  I almost wish I had waited until I came back in the spring to take this class.  As I have told both my husband and mother many times, pregnancy makes me dumb.  This blog also might be changing it's face relatively soon.  We are able to choose one of two options for grading in this class.  The first is more traditional.  You have a couple of papers, midterm, final.  The second is by journaling.  We can choose to do this by various means, one of which is blogging.  The only drawback I can see to the second option is that it would constitute 75% of my grade.   It makes me nervous to put 'all my eggs in one basket.'  On the other hand, I would have plenty opportunity for feedback (blog being submitted weekly, many more chances for the teacher to tell me I'm screwing up!)  Both my DH and my mom think I should choose the second option.  I think it's because they both think I'm this tremendous writer waiting to burst out.  I think they both are predispositioned to unwarrented flattery seeing as how one gave birth to me, and the other married me.  I think I'm going to try it, just because I like my thoughts to be more free flowing, and I think this option  will provide that.  (let's hope the teacher doesn't have a problem with babbling :) )  If you don't want to read my thoughts on Philosophy, the class ends at the beginning of August.  We'll be back to my regularly scheduled whining then!  Then again this all might be hypothetical seeing as how I don't know if he will let me use an existing blog, or if he would like me to start a new one :)  In any case I think I will muse for a little bit on something he wrote in his blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a difference between appearence and reality."  This statement is deceptively simple.  Unfortunately for me I have the suspicion that a majority of Philosophy is deceptively simple.  The teacher brought up an interesting point in class.  If you stick something in water (he used the example of a spear) it looks bent.  Obviously, it is not.  When you stick your arm in water it does not bend.  So there, appearance and reality are two totally different things.  That could also be said about the internet.  Many of us have blogged or discussed how much of the internet is real.  For all you know, I could be a 400 lb trucker named Bubba who gets kicks out of pretending to be a 25 year old pregnant woman.  I guess the point that gets me is how do I know what is reality and what is just appearance?  Is reality subjective?  For instance, the September 11th attacks.  I was living in Michigan at the time, no where near them.  I have only seen what happened on T.V.  I didn't lose anyone I knew personally.  I had family in the military that I feared for, but they are both fine.  So are the attacks less 'real' for me, than someone that experienced them directly?  Or for that matter, how do I know that they ever happened?  Television is as bad as the internet in that it is so easy to just fall into believing everything you see without actually having proof (Don't get your shorts in a knot people, I do believe they happened, I do believe they were horrible.  This is hypothetical.)  Think about the movie Wag The Dog &lt;a&gt;&lt;href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120885/"&gt;info here&lt;/a&gt;  It would be completely possible to do this in the television age!  Not saying it would be easy, but possible.  So where is the line between appearance and reality, and who is to say that your reality is any more valid than mine.  I don't think I have any of the answers yet.  Of course I've only had one night of class :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108730004063016432?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108730004063016432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108730004063016432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108730004063016432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108674947266383949</id><published>2004-06-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:51:12.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot...</title><content type='html'>I'm so hot....and not in a 'woo hoo look at that hot momma' way, more like 'ick look at that sweaty frumpy mess' way :)  I never understood referring to pregnancy as having a bun in the oven until I was pregnant during the summer.  After that I swore, the next baby I had, I would be pregnant in the winter.  See how well that worked out? =)  So my next 'absolute vow' is the next home we live in will have central air, it will also be kept at 65.  If the others don't like it, they can wear sweaters!!!  Not that I'm being overly dramatic or anything (no not me!!!)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108674947266383949?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108674947266383949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108674947266383949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108674947266383949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/hot.html' title='Hot...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108635295329218153</id><published>2004-06-04T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T07:42:33.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I meant to add yesterday (got sidetracked :) )  that my online book club started again!!  Technically, not mine, but I belong to it.  It got sidetracked for a while, lots of new babies being born.  Guess that's a hazard of belonging to a bookclub centered on Mommies.  We're reading Bouidica: Drawing Down The Eagle by Manda Scott.  So far, I love it.  Of course I love the history of that particular region, as well of stories of strong women.  From what I've been able to find out, this is the first in a quartet of books.  Only two have been released so far.  Now if I can get DH to move the couch out so I can get to reading again, I'll find out if I want to read the others :)  I have a bad habit of setting whatever I'm reading on the back of the couch, especially bad now as I'm not allowed to *move* the couch :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other book news, I'm sooooo excited.  I found a book that I vaguely remembered reading when I was young (7 or 8)  I loved the book then, and have no clue where it had gone to .  I wasn't sure of the title or anything and I found it again!!  It's called The Ordinary Princess.  Very cute story, and I figure something that has managed to stick in my addled brain for this long, is something I should have around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108635295329218153?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108635295329218153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108635295329218153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108635295329218153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108627155674528798</id><published>2004-06-03T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:05:56.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it....</title><content type='html'>DH is home!  He's been home since last week, I just haven't been in a blogging mood.  He was in a lot of pain for the first few days.  Now he seems to be doing great!  I haven't seen him take one of the mega pain pills he was perscribed and he's finally been able to eat something besides bread and broth!  In baby news, 1 week 6 days till the big U/S.  The appointment is at 7 in the morning, so I have to get up by five so I can drink a gallon of liquid of my choice and have it finished by an hour before the appointment.  I think they do this as some kind of pregnant woman torture :)  In super good news the AFP test came back 'completely negative' in the words of my nurse!!  For those who aren't familiar with the test, it is the Alpha Fetal Protien test, used to find the odds of your baby having either downs syndrom or spina bifida (and possibly other things).  With DS, the test came back with a high rate for Spina Bifida (where basically a section of the spine is not enclosed).  It led to tons of stress, genetic counseling and an in depth U/S.  And it was wrong :)  DS is now a perfectly healthy (albeit honrey) almost three year old.  My mom had her 50th birthday yesterday :)  A part of me is kind of sad.  The older she gets, the closer I am to loosing her.  I know 50 isn't *old*, but she's not exactly healthy either...  Smoking, drinking etc.  I've tried to talk to her, but I'm in a somewhat akward position in that she is my mom.  I've made it very clear I want my babies to know her, a chance I didn't get with my grandma.  I for once am going to try and think positive!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108627155674528798?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108627155674528798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108627155674528798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108627155674528798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life or something like it....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108533042506669608</id><published>2004-05-23T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T11:40:25.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DH</title><content type='html'>As some of you know DH is in the hospital.  He has been diagnosed with Pancreatitus, I am so very thankful that we caught it early and he should have a quick full recovery.  DH has had high cholesterol since he was about 9.  Like the medical mystery that he is, nothing has put a dent in it!  Apparently this is what caused the Pancreatitus and hopefully with the help of meds and time he should come home in a couple of days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108533042506669608?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108533042506669608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108533042506669608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108533042506669608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/05/dh.html' title='DH'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108480168783481578</id><published>2004-05-17T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T08:48:07.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>With finally being on vacation (for a month at least :) )  I've been able to return to my first love, reading.  I actually read two books this weekend!  The first was Firebrand by Marion Zimmer Bradley.  Much like Mists of Avalon, I found it hard to be absorbed in the beginning, but after a while I couldn't put it down!  I love Greek Mythology, so this fit right in.  The second book was Quilters Legacy (don't remember the author off hand).  I also loved this book.  I found the flashbacks to what had actually gone on during the making of the Eleanor's quilts just facinating.  It gives me an additional sense of purpose with my stitching.  In addition to doing something I enjoy, I am leaving a piece of my life behind.  Very neat.  Now off to go through my book stash to find something new to read :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108480168783481578?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108480168783481578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108480168783481578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108480168783481578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/05/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108428880748114233</id><published>2004-05-11T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:20:07.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Prenatal Appointment</title><content type='html'>I had my May prenatal today with the new Dr.  From first impressions, I love love love this Dr.!!  She explained everything to me, confirmed my risk for VBAC (I have a 1% chance of my scar rupturing, I think I can deal with that), and she spent plenty of time with me to make sure I had no questions.  That and they offer very early morning appointments so DH can come too.  I got to hear the heartbeat (154) and my next appt is June 16th for my 'big' ultrasound.  I really hope this baby is more cooperative than Boo was :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108428880748114233?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108428880748114233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108428880748114233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108428880748114233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/05/may-prenatal-appointment.html' title='May Prenatal Appointment'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108338048448440836</id><published>2004-04-30T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:05:37.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that it's been a while since I've done an update on life in general (and I'm avoiding a paper **gasp**  isn't that a shocker???)  so here goes.  School is well.....school.  Like I've said before, ever since finding out about this pregnancy I just haven't been able to concentrate on it.  Let's just say I won't be making the dean's list this semester :/.  B. is doing great.  He is the typical two year old terror.  Ever since the finger cutting incident, he has turned into the biggest hypocondriac.  :)  Anyone who will sit still for two minutes has to hear about his 'owie'  It's cute, but boy is he milking it for all it's worth!  DH and I are doing well (thanks to those who were asking about it.)  I think a majority of the arguements were do to him freaking out about the idea of a new baby.  Luckily he has come around and is very excited (still hoping for daddy's little girl)  We are hoping to do a mini vacation in the beginning of June.  We are thinking of going to either Gettysburg or back to Chicago so I can show him were I grew up (and I can get some of that great food I've been craving!)  In baby news, everything seems to be going fine.  My next appointment is May 11, with the new OB's and I think I've felt the bub moving!!  I say I think because it seems insanely early, but then again I've heard that you recognize it earlier with your second child.  I've also 'popped'  I feel huge (and it doesn't make it any better that I know I'm going to keep growing!)  I told DH that I remembered being this big when I had B!  oh well, par for the course as they say.  The kitties are doing good, although mr. Vlad is working his way to an early death.  There must be something in the air because the little poop takes every chance he gets to shoot out the door like a bolt of lightening.  It doesn't help that we have a very independant (and inattentive!) two year old who doesn't pay attention to the kitties when he opens the door.  I think that's about everything, so back to the paper I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108338048448440836?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108338048448440836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108338048448440836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108338048448440836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-realized-that-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108334064106392077</id><published>2004-04-30T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:01:32.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the archives are down at Friday Five (and WG used the one I used last week so I can't copy hers :) ) I'll do the stitchers five for the week!&lt;br /&gt;1. Which do you prefer, Kits or Charts?&lt;br /&gt;Charts!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I hate, hate, hate sorting the thread.  It is almost never in any dicernable order.  I would much rather get to stitching than try and figure out the difference between forty different types of blue. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you organise your materials before you stitch&lt;br /&gt;Not very well :)  I have the floss boxes and bobbined floss, but I'm trying to get into the DMC stitchbow system, with one project at a time kitted up and stitching it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you do anything to the sides of your fabric before starting?&lt;br /&gt;I don't do anything, my LNS serges the edges for me, and I've fallen in love with Silkweaver (got my first piece this week!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you do with the leftovers when your done?&lt;br /&gt;put in back in my ever growing pile of stash (bad TWBB enablers, Bad!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108334064106392077?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108334064106392077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108334064106392077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108334064106392077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/04/since-archives-are-down-at-friday-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108277767093449070</id><published>2004-04-23T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T22:38:33.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well in an effort to get away from the constantly baby oriented blog, I have decided to look up something interesting I have seen on other blogs: The Friday Five....As there isn't a new one posted, I will start with an archive from April 12, 2002...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite restaurant and why?&lt;br /&gt;Leona's (a Chicago based pseudo Italian restaurant)  They have the best triple cheese garlic bread, and a wicked garlic chicken.  If you love garlic, and don't mind the ability to kill vampires by simply breathing on them, I highly recommend it! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What fast food restaurant are you partial to?&lt;br /&gt;Arby's, it's not your typical rubberized burger.  That and I'm a sucker for curly fries. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are your standards and rules for tipping?&lt;br /&gt;I usually start at $2, even for crappy service.  I will go upwards of 20% or higher for good service.  As a former waitress, I have a guilt complex for not leaving anything, even if service is horrible.  I also had a waitress chase after me demanding why I didn't leave a tip (the one time the service sucked so bad I couldn't see tipping at all) and the confrontationally challenged person that I am is terrified of that happening again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you usually order an appetizer and/or dessert?&lt;br /&gt;appetizer - yes, dessert - very rarely &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually order to drink at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;soda (coke if they have it...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108277767093449070?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108277767093449070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108277767093449070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108277767093449070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-in-effort-to-get-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108191028705430663</id><published>2004-04-13T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:41:56.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!!  I got a lot of financial aid money for the summer.  That combined with the fact that I had to drop 2 of my 3 classes (daycare fell through) means we can get everything that I wanted for the baby!!  We didn't need a whole lot because I hoarded everything from DS.  We do need some big ticket items though, mainly the crib.  DS shook his until it fell apart, hence him being in a toddler bed at 18 months.  This also means if it's a girl, I can get all the little frilly pink clothes my heart desires.  I'm thrilled!  In other news, I'm dumping my Dr.  The last appointment was both disappointing and frightening.  First off, they were totally not supportive of my choice of a VBAC.  Now I'm all for having a c-section if it is *medically* necessary.  If it will save my baby I will do it in a heartbeat.  I will not have major surgery (and don't kid yourself, that is exactly what it is.)  for the sake of convenience, be it mine or the Dr.s.  I have no delusions about a vaginal birth being painless, but I've been through a c-section and the recovery blows.  Now that I have a two year old to care for, and that DH is a contractor (meaning no paid leave when baby arrives)  I have no clue how I would swing watching a newborn and a toddler.  The second thing was that the nurse tried to find the heartbeat, gave up after about ten seconds and was looking way too low.  They found DS's HB much higher, at the same time.  It's scary not to hear it, and to know I won't have another chance for a month all because the nurse was either too rushed or too incompetent to do it correctly.  The final straw, and the one that frightened me the most, was that they gave me a hepatitis B vaccination, telling me it was perfectly safe.  #1, I don't have hepatitis b, I was tested and it was negative.  #2, I don't have *any* of the risk factors for getting it, and finally I did the research when I got home, and while there is no evidence yet that it is harmful to the fetus it is still in the testing stages!!  How dare you tell me something is perfectly safe, when in fact it is in the middle of the testing stages and for all I know my kid could pop out with 3 arms and a mouth on it's rear!!!  Granted some of this (maybe most) is pregnancy induced hysteria.   Yet under the best of conditions I don't appreciate being lied to or patronized.  So I've made an appointment with another group and am hoping they are both more supportive of my choices, and more interactive with their patients.  It looks promising so far, they have the only nice medical receptionist I have ever met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108191028705430663?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108191028705430663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108191028705430663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108191028705430663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/04/yay-i-got-lot-of-financial-aid-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108143125965212485</id><published>2004-04-08T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T08:38:01.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to anyone that still reads this, first trimester exhaustion has hit me full force.  I hate this feeling of total lethargy.   Ugh.  Well I had my first pregnancy related emergency room visit.  The baby is fine, I'm just paranoid.  I had a 'threatened miscarriage' with my son last pregnancy (which basically meant I was bleeding and they couldn't figure out why) so if I think anything is wrong I go get seen.  My Dr. was closed, so I went to the ER.  Good news is we got another US, and it looks like a baby now!  This pregnancy seems to be taking so much longer than DS's.  Oh well.  I'm back on a stitching kick.  My (step)dad asked me to stitch a tribute to Jaime (see below)  I am so honored.  I ordered my first piece of hand dyed fabric for it, and while waiting for supplies I restarted TW's Fantasy Sampler (for the third time!!)  The first time I had the fabric turned the wrong way, and didn't figure it out till I had a good chunk done, so in lieu of frogging I started again.  The second time my lovely 2 year old grabbed it with spegetti hands.  You can never get spegetti stains out. :P  I told DH if something happens to this one, I'll take it as a sign from God that it wasn't meant to be :P  Bad school news, I have completely lost my drive in school, good news I only have about 5 weeks left.  I just want to nest and prepare for baby, not write silly papers that won't matter in the grand scheme of things beyond school.  I have 1 summer class (was going to do three)  I think with a break from this semester, I can handle one class.  It's beginning spanish, and I took that in high school, so hopefully it will come back to me once I'm doing it every day.  I have to take something rediculous like 12-14 hours of a foriegn language, so I figured I might as well take one I'm semi familiar with.  Well I think that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108143125965212485?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108143125965212485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108143125965212485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108143125965212485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-sorry-to-anyone-that-still-reads.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108053108403432510</id><published>2004-03-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:34:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My husband did the most romantic thing this weekend.  He kidnapped me!  Ok, that sounds a little odd.  For once we threw caution to the wind, said screw the expense, and we took a road trip.  We drove to PA, and rented a hotel.  DS was so excited to go swimming.  He just kicked his legs like he was going to run across the water!  I can tell he's going to be a fish, just like mommy! I don't think I have ever seen him so excited =)  It was nice to get away from all the worries and crunches of home life, if only for a day.  In other news, my stepdads dog had to be put to sleep =(  He was so devastated.  My stepdad has never had kids, so Jaime was like his daughter.  It wasn't a surprise, she had been going downhill for a while.  That doesn't ease the hurt any.  So, if anyone out there is the praying sort, please say one for my stepdad and Jaime.  Jaime, you will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108053108403432510?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108053108403432510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108053108403432510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108053108403432510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-husband-did-most-romantic-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-108022249423682043</id><published>2004-03-25T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T08:51:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my first ultrasound!!  Beautiful baby (ok looks like a tadpole at this point, but I'm hormonal and I say it's beautiful) HB 163 beats per minute!  I'm so relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-108022249423682043?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=108022249423682043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108022249423682043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/108022249423682043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-had-my-first-ultrasound-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107948069821978326</id><published>2004-03-16T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:38:07.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>I had my  first Dr. appt. yesterday.  It went well, was very very long though.  Good news, I get an ultrasound on Monday!!  Bad news, I may have to have a repeat c-section.  I really would rather VBAC, but I guess for safety reasons they won't let me unless they can get my records from my old Dr. (in another state...)  phooie.  All in all I'm doing great.  Been really tired, no morning sickness tho.  I have only found one food aversion (tuna).  We have names all picked out!!   Well dinner calls :)  Hopefully I will be able to post more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107948069821978326?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107948069821978326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107948069821978326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/03/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107824347769691340</id><published>2004-03-02T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:07:31.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have my first Dr.'s appointment today.  It's not really a Dr. appointment, it's a pregnancy confirmation appointment.  Apparently my insurance isn't sure that I can manage peeing on a stick all by myself :P  I've been awful crampy lately so paranoid me went out and bought another test and sure enough the pregnancy line came up nice and dark, but the control line was barely there...I told my mom I think that means I'm really pregnant, but barely human :D  I'm really trying to enjoy this pregnancy b/c Dh and I have pretty much decided that if it's a girl it will be our last.  I might convince him to try one more time if it's a boy, but that's a big maybe.  It's kind of hard to enjoy at this point b/c I'm just getting all the yuk stuff now.  Oh well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107824347769691340?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107824347769691340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107824347769691340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107824347769691340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-have-my-first-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107810759094351788</id><published>2004-02-29T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:22:42.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" border="0" bgcolor="#0030CC"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td width="125" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lavendersea.net/quiz/images/bedtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#0030CC"&gt;Bedtime Bear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#0030CC"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You are usually asleep on the job but that's okay because your job is to make sure everyone gets enough sleep! You're shy and sweet...when you are actually awake! Getting sleepy already?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#0030CC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lavendersea.net/quiz/carebears.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#70CCFF"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;Which Care Bear Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think a major reason I got this is b/c I'm pregnant and exhausted......:P  Oh and I blabbed already :)  Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107810759094351788?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107810759094351788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107810759094351788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107810759094351788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/bedtime-bearyou-are-usually-asleep-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107800547256704569</id><published>2004-02-28T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T17:00:42.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Cow!!!  I have such big ginourmous news....Kind of ironic considering my last post :D  I'm preggers!!!  I'm so scared and elated all wrapped into one.  Now I'm only about 5 weeks (4 weeks 5 days) and for all the TWBBers out there I am going to post, I'm just going to try (note the word try here!) to wait till I'm a little further along.  We are looking at a due date of November 1, although I went two weeks early with DS.  Funny thing, If I go two weeks early for this one, I'll have the baby on my birthday :)  Yay!!!!  What I'm planning to do with school is take classes over the summer, and take the fall off.  Hopefull I'll go back in the spring of next year!  The baby will be about three months old then.  I really want a baby girl :)  I made a joke to DH that if it's a girl and I have to have another c-section I can tell the doc to just tie the tubes while he's in there =)  I'm just soooooooo excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107800547256704569?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107800547256704569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107800547256704569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107800547256704569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/holy-cow-i-have-such-big-ginourmous.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107785066084462456</id><published>2004-02-26T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:00:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo!!!  I got a B- on my paper/presentation for Dr. Intimidation!!!  And he's letting me rewrite if I want to improve on that.  Color me relieved =D  (I need WG's green grinny for this one!!!)  I talked with him after class tonight and told him that part of my problem is that I've never had to deal with the in depth analysis of literature before.  I'm used to reading something and taking it at pretty much face value.  This interpreting everyline for some deep earth shattering meaning is confuzzling the heck out of me.  DS got his stitches out on Tuesday.  His finger looks pretty good, although there might be a scar.  On the other hand he had double hernia surgery a year ago and you can barely see the scars from that.  How I wish I had his skin!  I was telling my mom today I wish I could find my biological clock and kill it.  I have been wanting another baby so bad I can taste it.  Now is *not* the time to have one!  That and I'm pretty sure we would need medical intervention...DH and I have opposite blood types (pos &amp; neg), and he was told that he couldn't father children.  (Hence DS being a complete surprise!!!)  Does any of this stop me from wanting another one?  Nope.  :P  So I drive myself crazy monthly.  I hate hormones.  I was a little surprised by the quiz results (see below)  yet it's mostly true.  Except I don't have an accent...(at least I don't think midwesterners have one.) and I really don't have an affinity for straw hats....I haven't worn one since I was about a year old =)  O.K. nuff babbling (I got a B!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107785066084462456?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107785066084462456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107785066084462456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107785066084462456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/woo-hoo-i-got-b-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107773480395288237</id><published>2004-02-25T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T13:49:29.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this on Lorna's blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/aohfmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;by Mark Twain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black&lt;br /&gt;and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less&lt;br /&gt;it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time&lt;br /&gt;understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your&lt;br /&gt;adventurous spirit is admirable. You really like straw hats.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107773480395288237?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107773480395288237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107773480395288237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107773480395288237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/found-this-on-lornas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107756930282967117</id><published>2004-02-23T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:51:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Angi and WG for your comments =)  I was in the midst of a pity party :P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a second car!!  Ok, kind of =)  My mom got a new car, and the dealership wasn't going to give her anything for her old car so she gave it to us.  That makes me feel bunches better :)  DH went on a cleaning rampage last night.  I think I may have to hurt him.  The problem is that he is a minimalist.  He likes very uncluttered spaces, clean lines.  I am the complete opposite.  I like lots of things crowded around me.  I like them to be neat, but I like them there.  It feels cozy to me.  Well in his cleaning "fit"  he completely rearranged the living room, all trying to make the room look bigger!  Now it doesn't help that we both want cigarettes badly, and have been snapping at eachother all weekend...  I tried explaining that the only way to make the room look bigger would be to remove some furniture and he is *not* getting rid of my comfy furniture.  Silly man.  That and he keeps trying to move my stash!!!  I have about six kitted projects in a basket he keeps trying to shove into our spare room.  He seems to think I only need to have one project out at a time...(he also seems to think that I need to finish something before buying anything else, little does he know).   Well DS wants me to play so off I go =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107756930282967117?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107756930282967117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107756930282967117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107756930282967117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/thanks-angi-and-wg-for-your-comments-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-10772459786790348</id><published>2004-02-19T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:02:16.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been disappointed thinking that no one reads my blog.  In a way that's fine because it's a catharsis for me, in another way it feels kind of crappy because it seems like no one cares.  I also know I tend to be paranoid about stuff like this because I've always been the invisible girl.  Oh well.  I did my presentation.  It did not go as well as I hoped.  This was mainly my fault because I pushed it off until it was due, which happened to be the day that DS hurt his finger.  I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.  I'm still disappointed because I really wanted to impress my teacher.  He is a great guy and his opinion means a lot to me.  I have to expand on the presentation for a paper due on Tuesday.  I'm just going to buckle down and pray I do better =)  It seems that all the people I'm closest to have been hiding things from me because they "don't want to upset me"  It seems a little silly.  I'm not made of glass.   If I get upset, I'll get over it, that's the way life works.  For instance, yesterday DH had a really rough day at work (kind of an ongoing situation, boss is a real jerk and takes it out on DH b/c he knows DH can't afford to quit.)  He doesn't call me to talk about it because he's afraid I'll get upset.  Money is really tight right now, and we are slowly starting to get in a semi-comfortable position from when he got laid off 3 years ago.  Now he called my mom to talk about it, which is great!  DH is a foster child, so I'm thrilled he's 'adopted' my mom and feels comfortable talking to her.  I wish he would do the same for me.  My mom also told me today that she had a job offer in Texas.  She turned it down, but didn't want to tell me about it until she knew for sure what was happening, again so I wouldn't be upset.  Now yea it would suck if she moved.  We moved here so DS would be close to grandma, and they are the only people we know here.  On the other hand, if that's what they needed to do, again that's life.  It seems almost like they don't trust me.  I am far from being made of glass =)  I'm trying Flylady (again) for the 4 billionth time.  My inherently skeptical nature just does not let me believe that shining my sink will lead to a friendly clutter free abode.  I need a brain transplant =)  Well it's late and I'm starting to mistype everything so to bed I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-10772459786790348?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=10772459786790348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/10772459786790348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/10772459786790348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-so-ive-been-disappointed-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107707029672672623</id><published>2004-02-17T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:14:12.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(~~~~</title><content type='html'>I'm such a bad mommy :(  My poor baby cut his finger, badly.  We were in the kitchen and I turned my back and he grabbed a butcher knife.  Not just any old knife but a big old butcher knife.  So a trip to the ER and two stitches later we're back home.  (you say two stitches is no big deal, he's two, his fingers aren't that big).  I feel awful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107707029672672623?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107707029672672623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107707029672672623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107707029672672623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=':(~~~~'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107703752401468773</id><published>2004-02-17T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T12:07:59.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that whenever I sit down to write something, I get writers wall?  I have been trying to write a commentary on Ibsen's Hedda Gabler, I know what I want to say and I can't get it out.  I'm also trying to quit smoking and the only thing that is going through my head is "I want a cigarette"  DH is also trying to quit, and we had a huge fight this morning.  So what do I do?  I get cigarettes, and now I hate myself for it.  It's one of those head banging against a wall problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107703752401468773?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107703752401468773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107703752401468773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107703752401468773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107607939657662275</id><published>2004-02-06T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:58:57.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since I've written :)  Things of note...DH and I had our 3rd anniversary.  It's funny but it doesn't feel like just 3 years.  In some ways it feels like he has always been around.  It's kind of the same with my son, it just feels like he's always been a part of my life...We aren't really doing anything for the anniversary, we don't really have the money so we are just having a family night :)  The upside is that this Saturday is one of the universities scheduled "off weekend" so I don't have to go to school tomorrow :)  In semi ucky news I have done our taxes.  We made way more than I thought we did so I'm just hoping it doesn't affect my financial aid.  Hey if nothing else I can hawk us up to our eyebrows in loans :D  There are 4 good sized hospitals right around were I live not to mention all the other towns/clinics near us so chances are I'll get a good job quickly after I graduate.  I'm loving my Great Books class.  The professor formerly known as Dr. Intimidation is amazing.  Don't get me wrong...I'm still petrified about doing my presentation, but the professor is awesome.  He makes me think, and see things in a different light.  I come out of his class feeling alive!  I also come out of his class and babble for about 2 hours at my husband, but he doesn't mind and loves that I'm excited so hey :)  It bothers me about the other students though.  They are sitting in class and complaining about *everything*!  This course isn't what they expected, they don't understand it, they don't like the readings blah blah blah.  I guess maybe because I went back later in life, and am paying for it myself I'm a little more laid back about it.  I know college isn't the end of the world, and one class is not going to ruin my life....I dunno, they just seem awful whiny ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107607939657662275?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107607939657662275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107607939657662275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107607939657662275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107534511679593964</id><published>2004-01-28T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:02:07.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the bump and grind...</title><content type='html'>Well after a couple of eventful days weatherwise, we are back to normal.  I actually had class tonight, and had my first quiz.  I know I missed at least one question (hopefully that's it!)  I have started reading the Mitford series by Jan Karon.  I've been seeing 'blips' on this series for over a year now, so I figured I would try it out.  It seems like sometimes the universe keeps pointing things out to me repeatedly until I pay attention (this book is one of them!)  I first noticed it being reviewed on Good Morning America, then it was recommended on a readers group I belong to, then I saw it mentioned in a couple of blogs and so on and so forth.  So I give into the universe and maybe it will quiet down for a while :)  DS was acting oddly today...He barely ate, and slept from about 4:30 on.  He doesn't have a fever, so I'm hoping it was maybe just a blah day. (Do two year olds have blah days?)   I'm really really ready for spring.  I'm just getting all discombobulated (I love that word :) )  I have no motivation for anything.  I don't want to clean, read, do homework.  If I could get away with it I would meld with my recliner till March.  For instance, am I trying to decipher tonights Stats lecture?  Nope I'm sitting here typing for you good people.  In stitching news, I am almost finished with my first project of 2004.  You can see what it should look like here: &lt;a href="http://www.hoffmandis.com/detail.cfm?ProductID=02-2303&amp;start=1&amp;image=02-2303.jpg&amp;ProductName=Twinkle&amp;DesignerName=Angel%20Stitchin&amp;SubcatID=&amp;DesignerID=&amp;Keyword=Twinkle&amp;prodlist=key&amp;desrefine=&amp;CatID="&gt;Twinkle&lt;/a&gt;  It's really cute, and reminds me of one of my online friends :)  Well I think I've put off homework long enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107534511679593964?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107534511679593964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107534511679593964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107534511679593964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/01/back-to-bump-and-grind.html' title='Back to the bump and grind...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188419.post-107498702693652853</id><published>2004-01-24T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T18:32:30.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors..</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Prinn's blog, I got blue =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="8" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC" WIDTH="300"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#0033FF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#0066FF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#0099FF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#00CCFF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="4" COLOR="#0066FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt;BLUE&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#0066FF;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188419-107498702693652853?l=wilzwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188419&amp;postID=107498702693652853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107498702693652853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188419/posts/default/107498702693652853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilzwife.blogspot.com/2004/01/colors.html' title='Colors..'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997104744723899040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/wilzwife/barker_fairies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
